#jang yunho imagines

[lmxkr]

OH MY GIRL!? | 장윤호 – EP.2 – New dude ୨୧

summary` – Noh Hyejin has an image for being popular among boys in their school. Not until, Yunho and Hyejin crossed paths.

genre` – fluff and crack, add a little spice of angst

pairing` – jang yunho x named!reader

warning` – mild cursing, mentions of cheating, toxic relationship (🚫), i think that's all :D

note` – this is based on a thai movie OMG! Oh my girl (highly recommend for you to watch it!) please reblog or like if you love it! you can also tell me your opinion abt this fic in the ask box! 🗳️

"I'm sorry," Seungjun apologized, handing Hyejin flowers. Yunho, on the other side, watches them with an expression of despair.

Seungjun spotted him and approached him, grabbing his phone from his pocket and typing something on it. Yunho then got the message and took out his phone.

💬 (Seungjun) : Do you like Hyejin?

💬 (Seungjun) : How could you do this to me?

Seungjun began to walk away from him, leaving Yunho behind.

Suddenly, Dongsik appeared from nowhere, running from behind Yunho, shouting his name, "Yunho!" When he finally reached him, he excitedly declared, "Seungjun already broke up with Hyejin." He happily looked at Yunho, "That stupefied. Plain stunned."

Dongsik then shifted his gaze to where Yunho was looking, "Damn it, Fake news" he grumbled as he looked at the couple in front of them.

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Yunho was sitting on a bar stool, enjoying a beer, when Dongsik contacted him. Yunho took his phone from his pocket and placed it near his ear. "What's up, Dongsik?" Yunho asked. "Yunho, I met Seungjun." Dongsik replied, "Seungjun and Hyejin-" Yunho interrupted him off by pushing the red button and placing his phone back in his pocket.

Yunho takes a sip of his beer and continues to consume it. While drinking, he observed a female figure. "Can I have a cigarette?" Yunho asked the guy behind the counter, then the guy handed him a cigarette, "Jerk! Buy it yourself next time." Yunho took the cigarette, "Thanks." and went to where the girl was earlier heading.

"Excuse me, Can I borrow your lighter?"

Nah. The conversation will run out quick.

"Inside is kinda loud, huh? What are you doing out here all alone?"

Nah. She'll wonder what's with the question.

"Smoking, of course."

If the answers are locked like that, then I'll have to attack.

"Careful, you'll get cancer."

"Don't forget to remind yourself as well."

But what if it's a dud?

"Sorry if that was lame. But can you give me your opinion? If you were to rate that pick-up line, what would you give it?"

Okay, that's possible.

Yunho approached the girl slowly, his jaws clenched over the cigarette.

Hyejin observed Yunho and started to wave at him to say hello, but she saw what he was doing and her lips curled into a smile.

"Inside is kinda loud, huh?" Yunho observed as the girl turned to face him. "What are you doing out here all alone?" Yunho asked, "Farting." The girl responded, making Yunho's countenance drop, and Hyejin covered her mouth with her palm to stop her from laughing out loud.

Yunho chuckles awkardly "Can I borrow your lighter?" Yunho said, "I'm not really smoking. I'm just here to fart." The girl confirmed. "Excuse me," she continued, carefully departing the scene. "Sorry. Sorry for laughing, but damn, that was really something, Jang Yunho," Hyejin joked.

Yunho then covered his face with his hand, realizing what just happend.

Yunho swiftly returned downstairs, followed by Hyejin from behind, and Yunho gathering his belongings at the barstool, ready to leave.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I'll treat you a round of beer."

"That's enough, universe. If I can escape from this, tomorrow I'll go to the temple for you."

Yunho had only walked outside the door when it began to pour heavily. He simply stood there, not moving one inch. Then his friend, Dongsik, appeared out of nowhere, wet in the rain and clutching his bag.

"Hey! You cut me off!" Dongsik said as he entered, pointing his index finger at his face.

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"Hey, I like this song." Hyejin said while smiling. "Were you born in time?" Dongsik asked while drying his hair with his towel. Hyejin looked at him and said, "Youtube, Spotify, Apple Music.." Dongsik then nodded awkwardly, "Yeah. You have a good taste." Hyejin then looked at suspiciously, "What's with the compliment?" Hyejin asked him, Dongsik then started to roll his towel, "I like your friend, Ryujin." and strike it on the floor after, "A lot." Hyejin tried to hold her laugh, "Help me out, will you? Ryujin might be a bit shy, but that's how women are, right?" Dongsik continued, Hyejin then glance at Yunho, who is looking at something. Hyejin slowly appeared into his vision, losing his focus on something, making him snapped back to reality.

"What's on your mind? Do you need to fart?" joked Hyejin, who was then scowled at by Yunho. "Hyejin," Dongsik said. "What?" Hyejin inquired. "What do you mean by fart?" Dongsik inquired, staring at his companion. Then Hyejin leaned in to tell him what had happened before. "Well, just a while ago—" Yunho interrupted Hyejin's speech, "Well, at least I took my shot. What do those who have to wait around know? Have you ever taken a shot?"

Dongsik quickly notices where the situation is going, and Hyejin scoffed in response, "Hold it. What are you mad about?" Hyejin asked him, "Stop blowing your horn. If you knew what to do, you wouldn't have chosen Seungjun." "Why wouldn't I know how? Do you want me to show you?" Hyejin questioned Yunho, who then began to glance around the area until he noticed someone from a distance. "If you're the big shot, get the number of that guy. I'll bet ₩3000, you can't get it," he said, pointing to the individual who is fixing their own stuff.

Hyejin nodded in answer, "Make it ₩5000," Yunho added, as Hyejin stood up and approached the person gently. Dongsik moved in closer to Yunho.

"Can't you piece it together, while Hyejin's here by herself." Dongsik replied. "Huh?" Yunho inquired. "I called you to tell you Seungjun and Hyejin have broken up, like they're really done," Yunho scoffed at his friend's words. "They'll just get back together again—" Dongsik then threw his phone in Yunho's face, it was in Hyejin's ig acc and the bio states 'single'. Yunho's eyes widened as he stared at his friend. "And when you called, why the hell did you start with when “I met Seungjun”? You should've jumped straight into the main topic, that Seungjun and Hyejin are already over, you idiot!"

Dongsik then placed his left palm in front of Yunho's face, causing Yunho to stop speaking. "Dude, listen to me. It's called introducing the topic, mostly people do this to start the conversation off the bat like "Hello, Seungjun has broken up with Hyejin"? No! I would have started with "Hello, I met Seungjun." And then I asked him where Hyejin was. Seungjun looked really hurt, and that's when I tell you Seungjun told me, he and Hyejin have broken up, right? That's what normal people would do." As Yunho listened to what Dongsik was saying, it all made sense, "Such an idiot," Dongsik added, weeping.

They both looked at Hyejin, who was already asking the guy he pointed to, Yunho drinking the beer as his hand trembled, Hyejin went back and seated, Dongsik looking at her with a worried expression. Hyejin taken out something from her tote bag and handed it over to Yunho, saying, "He didn't give it to me."

Hyejin placed the money on the table, and Yunho slowly took it, saying, "I was joking. Just for laughs." and offering the money back.

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"Bye, Yunho! Bye, Hyejin!" Dongsik shouted as he waved goodbye to Yunho and Hyejin. Meanwhile.. Yunho and Hyejin removed their shoes to avoid getting wet as the area they were in began to flood due to the heavy rain. Fortunately, the flood is barely beyond their feet, not even up to their knees.

Hyejin and Yunho faced the same direction as they entered the flood. Hyejin notice it and assumed Yunho would accompany her home. "You don't have to walk me home. I can go home by myself."

"My dorm is on that way," Yunho remarked, pointing with his shoes in that direction.

Yunho was walking behind Hyejin when he noticed cockroaches and rats on his left side. He tried to forget about it until something touched his legs, causing him to panic, "Damn!" and accidentally dropping his shoe in the flood, "Damn it, my shoe!" he exclaimed, pointing to where he dropped it.

Hyejin swiftly stared at him and began to walk towards where he lost it, hoping to assist him in finding his shoe; she said, "Where?" Yunho abruptly replied, "Wait, you don't have-" "No, it's fine," Hyejin answered, continuing to look for his sneaker. "Oh! I think I've found it!" Hyejin exclaimed, moving her hand to the spot where she used to find his shoe, only to find a blue sandal.

"Nope," Hyejin said, putting the sandal in between her left upper arm so it wouldn't fall, and she continued on seeking the shoe, "Hey, it's fine. I'll just take that one. There's no way we'll find it," Yunho said, consoling her. "Are you sure?" Hyejin questioned, hesitantly handing him the sandal. "Thank you," Yunho said as he took it from her hand.

Yunho glanced at the sandal in his fingers before returning his gaze to Hyejin and beginning to follow her from behind. "Return safely," Hyejin said. Yunho was about to walk away when Hyejin said, "Oh, wait." Yunho was forced to return to his previous position. "Never mind.. I forgot.." Hyejin replied with a nod. "Thank you for walking me home... um... bye," Hyejin murmured, lifting her right hand to bid him goodnight. Yunho followed suit, raising his right hand with the sandal on them. They both began to walk away, and Yunho gave her one more look before returning to his hostel.

Hyejin was now standing in front of the door, searching through her tote bag for the dorm keys, but they weren't there? Hyejin searched again, hoping that it was merely buried in there, but it wasn't. Hyejin sat on the stairwell in front of the door, trying to remember where she had put it.

Yunho was joyfully walking when his phone suddenly rang, signalling that someone was contacting him; he took his phone from his pocket and answered the call. "Dongsik, what's up?" Yunho inquired. "It's cupid, bro. Did you see my present in your bag?" Dongsik said, and Yunho hastily fished through his tote bag, only to find the keys he had been staring at. Yunho retrieved it from his tote bag and looked at it for a moment before dashing back in.

Hyejin was no longer present when he arrived. He took out his phone and texted Hyejin.

Hey, I found your keys : (Yunho) 💬

💬 (Hyejin) : Really?! Thanks! Someone already let me in.

💬 (Hyejin) : I'll just get them tomorrow at the University.

Yunho grinned at the message before putting his phone back in his pocket and returning to his dorm.

"Uh.. Thanks again." Hyejin said looking at the tall man who let her in and bowed at him after. "No worries." The tall man said, Hyejin bowed again and went upstairs to her dorm. "Uhm.. Please regret my intrusion, but were you able to make your friend jealous?" The tall man questioned, causing Hyejin to halt walking and spin around to face him.

"I like guys, sweetie," the previous man said, holding a cigarette. "Oh, really?" Hyejin asked, "Yes." The man nodded, "Well.." Hyejin said as she got closer to him, "You don't have to give me your real number, give me a fake. I just want to make my friend jealous. My friend is sitting over there." Hyejin quietly said it to him, the tall man heard everything and looked at where she was pointing her friend. The tall man grimaced at the sight and swiftly returned her gaze. "This isn't my kind of thing. Go play at home, kiddie," the man said, making Hyejin laugh.

Hyejin snorted at the question, "No, I guessed wrong. He wasn't jealous at all." Hyejin smiled back. "You shouldn't feel bad about it because... your friend appears to be a pervert," the tall man said, chuckling. "Uh... My name is Youngjoon," the tall introduces himself. "Actually, we've met before; you accidentally stabbed me with the billiard's stick that time." Youngjoon said. Hyejin forms an 'o' with her mouth and points her index finger towards him. "I remember now," Hyejin said, "Yeah, see you around," Youngjoon added before going about his business. Hyejin returned to her room as well.

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"For this song, start with the snare. Okay?" Youngjoon said, talking with his bandmate before speaking to the mic, "I might not sing this song well, but can I ask the person who requested it. Please come up and sing with me?" Youngjoon said, looking and gesturing Hyejin to come up on stage, "Okay." Youngjoon chuckled as Hyejin swiftly waved her hand, "No need to wave, come on up."

"Hey, just go with it. Hyejin is good at picking losers; she'll break up with him soon, trust me," Dongsik reassured Yunho. "I'm just annoyed; doesn't he know Hyejin doesn't like this kind of stuff?" Hyejin made a choice and dashed to the stage, holding the microphone, and began to sing.

Yunho gazed at her, surprised; he hadn't expected her to be present on stage. Yunho sighed and leaned against the wall behind him. Dongsik shakes his head and leans in for the beer. Youngjoon smirked at Dongsik, causing him to stop drinking and stare at him in confusion. Dongsik carefully placed his beer on the table and turned behind him, then his eyes widened. He tapped Yunho's arm quickly. "Yunho, I have a good news. But please know one thing.. I think Youngjoon is gay."

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"Youngjoon's that guy, right?" (Dongsik)

"I stalked him. Fine-looking. Loaded." (Yoosung)

"Oh? Then why's he living at the student dorm?" (Jihun)

"Jihun, the dorms belong to his mom." (Yoosung)

"Owning the dorms making him rich?" (Dongsik)

"But there's another 30... He does night gigs as a hobby. He uses his own money to do his music. He doesn't use any of his family's money. He's starting to set himself up." (Yoosung)

"His profile is great." (Jihun)

"Just give up, Yunho." Dongsik said looking at hopeless-yunho; laying in the sofa. "The right person at the wrong time is the wrong person." Dongsik continued.

"Try listening to a podcast or medidate. You might become calmer." Jihun gave Yunho an advice.

"Why are we interested in this middle class guy? Who is infatuated with a girl isn't even his?" Yoosung asked Yunho.

"You don't have to get over being sad. Use your hurt to do something else like work and become well-known. A girl will come your way." Jihun said. "Jihun, that's how to get over someone, if you've been dumped." Yoosung stated. "Oh yeah, he wasn't even chosen." Jihun joked making the other two laughed except for Yunho. "Everyone.. stop talking for a sec, will you? I want you to comfort me, do I really have to ask?" Yunho mumbled making the three boys come to sit beside and comfort him.

TO BE CONTINUED | next – EP.3 – Day 1,450 → Day 0

[exoticbvnni]

I’m not the one you should be mad at | J.Y.

Jeong Yunho x fem!reader

Summary:your ex boyfriend fooled you once again,however Yunho will take care of it

Warnings:break up,angst,fingering,prise kink,unprotected sex (don’t do it guys!),smut

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You stepped into Yunho’s apartment,slamming the door before throwing your jacket on his couch:you were on the edge of tears.

You felt so stupid for coming back to your ex again,no matter how badly he had treated you while dating,and no matter how many times he had simply used you even after breaking up.

“Already back? I thought you would’ve spent the rest of the night at his place” Yunho stepped in the living room; as you could tell by his wet hair,the clean black shirt and the new gym trousers he was wearing, he had just taken a shower.

“I’m done with him!” you exclaimed,mad,walking to the kitchen in order to pour yourself a glass of water.

You tried to fight back the urge to cry,however tears started streaming down your face as soon as you opened the fridge. What a crybaby, you thought,but you deserved it for being such an idiot.

“You said the same thing last week,and the week before,and the one before…” Yunho spoke,resting his back against the kitchen counter.

“I’m serious this time!” you exclaimed,walking towards him. The height difference showing as soon as only a few inches distanced the two of you.

The brunette giggled,shaking his head:

“I’ve already heard that. I don’t believe you”

“I said that I’m serious now! Look at me!” you pointed at your tears.

Yunho stared at you,his eyes were cold:

“Whatever… -the brunette mumbled,walking past you to go to his room-the fridge is empty,if you wanna sleep over order dinner for yourself. I’ve already ordered pizza for me” he explained,disappearing.

“Fuck you and your damn pizza! -you exclaimed,sitting on the couch-thank you for being an asshole today…” you then whispered to yourself,sobbing hard.

You sat there crying for thirty minutes,eyes lost wandering from an undefined point of the floor to another, and a hand holding onto you phone as if you were thinking about what to have for dinner when your mind was just empty.

Why did you believe to your ex again? Why you didn’t expect him to call you only for sex and not to give your relationship a second chance? He didn’t care about you anymore,you had turned into his little toy,so why would you bother to listen to him? He had been playing with you for six months now,yet you would always come back to him.

Why were you so stupid? Still so in love? And why was Yunho so cold? Why wasn’t he comforting you like he had always done? Why wasn’t he hugging you? Wiping your tears away? Why wasn’t he reassuring you? Was he mad at you? Was he just mad in general?

You grabbed a pillow, throwing it to the ground as you yelled, angry. You needed to let it go…to make sure that Yunho was listening to you, so he could come and give you the comfort you were seeking. It didn’t happen,tho.

“Don’t yell,my neighbour will complain” he spoke coldly,appearing on the entrance of the living room. He rested a shoulder against the door frame and slid his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

“What’s your fucking problem?” you growled,getting up from the couch just to walk towards the boy.

“What are you talking about?” he demanded

“Why are you acting like a prick?” fire was burning in your eyes,but Yunho didn’t react.

“Like a prick? I’m not the one you should be mad at” he shrugged his shoulders, ready to walk away when you grabbed his forearm:

“Tell me what’s your fucking problem!” you screamed again,tears still rolling down your cheeks

“What’s your problem if anything! -he yelled back,recomposing himself immediately after- you’re just frustrated because I’m not running to save you. That’s why you’re throwing a tantrum” he shrugged your hand off,but you held on.

“I’ve been fucking played and you’re making it worse!”

“Yes! You’ve been fucking played,congrats on waking up after six months y/n! What am I supposed to do,uh? Wipe your tears,tell you that it’s not your fault and that everything will get better just to get laid in my fucking bed? That shit is over!

I tried Y/n, I tried so hard to stay by your side when you needed it, I tried so hard to become something more than your post-break-up fuck buddy. I accepted to have sex with you,gaslighting myself into believing that maybe,maybe if I held on and took care of your wounds you would’ve seen me in a different light; but it didn’t happen. All you cared about was that fucking idiot. I won’t be here wiping your tears again after you brought this on yourself, running to him anytime he was horny and needy. I’m tired -he pushed you away- get home. I changed my mind,I won’t allow you to sleep here tonight. I need to be alone”

“You need to be alone?! Fucking narcissistic, I’m devastated and all you can think about is yourself?!“ you were getting more and more mad

“Narcissistic?! You are a narcissistic! Have you ever thought about how I could feel? Have you ever thought about how much energy I put into this just to get nothing in return?”

“You can’t expect people to fall in love with you just because you help them,how sick is that logic?!” your hands were wandering in the air, there was no control in your movements as you were blinded by pain and anger

“I did not expect you to fall in love with me..but to get at least a thank you,hell if I did;but no,no,you couldn’t say thank you,you couldn’t percieve me as an actual person,you were so busy thinking about that idiot that all I was seen as was just a damn rebound!” Yunho walked closer,making you step back,hitting the couch.

“I never considered you a rebound” you justified yourself,holding onto the backrest of the sofa.

“Your actions said otherwise -he bit back,staring into your soul- and I’m over”

From his eyes,you could see how painful it had been for him,how hurt,and angry,he was right now.

Maybe he was right:maybe you did act like he was a rebound,the one you wanted to run to only when you needed someone to put the pieces of your heart together;but you had never been aware of it.

“I don’t want you to be over” you spoke,holding onto the cloth of his shirt.

You were stuck between the couch and his body,with his warm breath caressing your cold skin.

“Why? -the brunette paused- Cuz you want an unconditional emotional support? Or -he pushed his lower abdomen against yours- or because you need me to make you moan out loud?”.

Your breath got stuck in your throat as the two of you stared into each other’s eyes for an eternity of seconds.

“Answer me” Yunho mumbled

You didn’t say a word

“Answer me!” he repeated himself

Still nothing.

“I hate you” he then mumbled, almost broken

“Me too” you replied,smashing your lips against his.

He was right:you did need him…but,after all,he needed you as well.

A moan of yours filled the air as soon as Yunho’s strong hands rested on your hips,moving your body from the couch to the wall,pushing your back against the cold surface as his lips sucked yours; his tongue twirling in your pretty mouth.

You grabbed the cloth of his shirt,stripping him out of it by lifting it up from the back.

Without breaking the kiss,your hands wander along his torso,feeling his muscles tensing at every movement.

Again,Yunho grabbed you by your hips,this time just to lead you to his bedroom and push you on his bad.

“I don’t wanna see you ever again after tonight” he whispered,kissing your neck;his hand was already wandering in between your thighs.

You didn’t answer, you just dragged him closer,stroking your lower abdomen against his as he moaned in your neck,biting his favourite spot:the skin upon your right collarbone.

Yunho’s hand went up your torso,getting rid of your top to leave you in your white bra and white skirt:

“My favourite colour” he commented,starting to suck your shoulder immediately after.

Again,the hand on your torso went up,squeezing your breast,stroking the cloth of your lingerie while he couldn’t stop grinding his crotch against your panties.

“Stop teasing” you panted,unbuckling his belt. You weren’t sure of what you were doing since your head was thrown back and your mind was foggy.

Yunho smirked and laughed, moving your hand away to get undressed on his own:

“Sometimes I wonder if your ex had ever gotten you so worked up in such a short time” he bit his lips,freeing your body from his grip for a second just to take off his gym trousers.

“Yunho…” you mewled,holding onto the sheets as you were already missing his touch.

“He didn’t,did he? Or you wouldn’t have fucked with me so often when he used to call you for that” he spoke again,going back to suck on your neck,which was now covered in purple marks.

“Yunho…Yunho…” you repeated his name as a mantra while he unbuttoned the strap of your bra to let it fall down the bad.

“What do you want darling? Speak up” he groaned,kissing your chest,right between your breast,before twirling his tongue around your nipple and then lick your tummy.

“Your fingers…please” you slid your hand down your body,under your skirt,realising how wet you already were.

Yunho was right:for how much you loved your ex,he had never gotten you so worked up. You had always had to do that on your own,focused on the idea to please him instead of creating a mutual relationship.

“I know angel, I know you love it” he whispered,going more and more down on you,until his lips started kissing your inner thigh, close to your wetness.

“Yunho…” you cried again, head still thrown back.

The boy stroked his knuckles against the cloth of your panties,moving it aside before sliding a finger inside you.

You moaned out loud,holding onto his shoulders to release the tension pleasure had rose in your body.

“Fuck” you whined,music to Yunho’s ear.

The boy lifted his head,admiring your red,flushed cheeks and your slightly open mouth. He knew you were feeling good,but he also knew that you wanted more:he knew you,he knew how eager you were for his fingers; that was why he decided to slid in another one,making you moan louder.

“Fuck,fuck!” you cried again,coming undone on Yunho’s hand.

The brunette smirked,licking his fingers,kissing your lips.

“Good girl -he moved to the angle of your mouth,leaving another kiss also in that spot- do you think you can hold on a little longer?” he asked,sure that you would’ve said yes,as always. However,this time,you got so high that you could barely talk.

“Y/n?” Yunho called you,worried as he gently stroked you cheek,waiting for you to stop panting and open your eyes:

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” he asked,worried,but you shook your head.

“Are you sure?” he asked again,you nodded

“You didn’t-you didn’t come yet” you whispered

“I won’t keep on if, today, you can’t handle it” he moved a few strands of sweaty hair away from your face;you shook your head again,kissing him.

“Don’t stop,please” you whispered,stroking your hips against his.

Immediately, the light in Yunho’s eyes changed as the boy started sucking your skin one more time,making you moan,going down and down until his tongue met your intimacy.

“Yes,please,I need you!” you mumbled,bucking yourself against him

“Stay still angel,I can’t make you feel good if you move” he groaned,blocking your body against the bed with his huge hands.

You bit your lips,enjoying his teasing until,finally,you felt his fingers lift your skirt to then grab your legs.

Yunho smirked,looking down at you before pecking your lips and move, for the second time,your panties aside.

“Gonna make you feel so good” he groaned into the crook of your neck,getting inside of you.

“Fuck,Yunho” you mewled,almost in pain:no matter how many times you had taken him,you still needed time to adjust to his size.

Once he had understood that you were finally okay,he started moving his hips,slowly,scared to cross the line as you had almost passed away a few minutes before;however,your moans and half eaten up prayers to move faster, made him go feral.

The room was filled with grunts:Yunho couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you were anytime he had sex with you;you always came so undone for him and only him. It was his biggest turn on:your pretty o shaped lips,the sweaty hair spread all over his bed,your moans, and those eyes shut in pleasure. It was heaven for him:it was heaven for him knowing that you were feeling so good.

“Fuck,I’m about to come” he suddenly muttered as his movements got sloppier.

He looked at you one last time,knowing,thanks to your contracted expression,that you were close as well.

A few last moans filled the air,then your release came,followed by Yunho’s.

The brunette panted,resting his forehead on your shoulder before laying down next to you.

Again,it took you a while before coming down from your highness,and Yunho noticed,that was why he started caressing you slowly,kissing your forehead and talking sweetly:

“It’s okay angel,just stay with me,can you hear my voice?” he asked,you nodded,sliding your body closer to his to be welcomed in his warm embrace.

“Are you okay? Was I too rough? Or did I teased you too much today?” he demanded,caressing your hair

“It’s okay -you mumbled,tired- you were perfect -you paused- I’m sorry…”

“Sorry? For what? For not carrying it out like you always do?” Yunho asked,confused

“No…for making you feel like a rebound. You were right,I did that,but I wasn’t aware of it. I was…”

“You were in love. But,please,next time don’t let your feelings fool you again” Yunho kissed your temple.

You shook your head,wrapping your arms around his waist:

“I won’t. You were right when you said that I kept coming back to you just to be comforted. I needed it so bad,I…I needed you so bad -you lifted your head- and I still do. But not because of sex,or because I need an emotional support,only because…-you gulped- only because you’ve become my safe place -you admitted, wiping a tear away- I don’t think I’ve realised it before you told me. I don’t understand why I could be fooled so easily. Now that I think about it,my ex never really cared about me. I was always the one giving everything to him in every aspect of out relationship,from support to sex. Even there he acted like a selfish prick,yet I kept going back to him” you were now crying in Yunho’s chest.

The boy slid on his right side,keeping you close,caressing your back to comfort you,to let you know that he was there.

“Now that you’ve realised it, you broke the cycle. It’s a good thing,next time you won’t believe him;but, please,and this time I am not referring only to myself,remember that only because someone took too much from us without giving anything in return,it doesn’t mean that we’re supposed to do the same with those who are close to us” the brunette pointed out,sweetly, caressing your cheek.

“You are right -you sat,looking down at him- I’m sorry Yunho,for everything. I promise that from now on I’ll treat you right…if you still want me around” you crossed your legs.

Yunho mirrored you,sitting. He then dragged you into a long hug:

“Of course I want you around. I love you,y/n” he kissed your temple

“I love you too,Yunho. Thank you for everything” you kissed him back,hugging him tightly. You would have never hurt him again.

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that night : j. yunho - pt 2

a/n: HELLO!! thank you all for the love you’ve shown me in the last fic— actually all the love you’ve shown me since i started my account!! part 1 was crazy. what do we think? will reader forgive yunho???? idk girlll its crazy out here :3 on a serious note yunho does not look like the type to ever do things like this. it was originally supposed to be a san fic but san is too possessive and clingy so i decided to make yunho seem like he has a different side to him.

based on ‘you broke me first’ by tate mcrae

warnings: yunho is a crybaby, reader gets kinda mean, wooyoung gets horny, flirting between y/n and mingi, yunho cries a lot, reader cries a lot, mentions of violence, mingi appears, swearing

this ones a bit of a shorter chapter.

part 1 here.

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to: woo 🧍🏻‍♀️

y/n: im not opening the door

y/n: i dont wanna see his face

y/n: this is so UGHSKEJD

*seen*

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: its not that serious just see what he wants

then think it over l8r

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: show me the fit

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: u better dress accordingly

*seen*

y/n: FUCK fuck the doorbell just rang

y/n: brb

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*ding ding*

(***)***-****: i’m outside

(***)***-****: hope i’m at the right place

your heart drops to your ass. you walk down the hallway and to the bathroom, looking over the way your tinted pink balm looks on your lips, triple checking the placement of your perfume, and the way your hair sits on the nape of your back. as you peek through the door, your throat falls dry.

his pretty black hair— the way it’s parted on his forehead, the way his sideburns lay on his cheekbones so delicately. his cheekbones you missed so much, it’s all hitting you so hard that he’s here— but not in the way you wanted him to be. the black crewneck he’s wearing underneath his silver chain hugs his chest so comfortably, almost making your heart hurt from how you can’t lean on his chest the way you used to.

your feet finally move themselves to walk over to the door once again— this time, to open it for the man on the other side. his breath nearly stopping from how scared he is to face you. how guilty he is that he’s doing all this because he fucked up your 6 year relationship.

he has nothing in his hands but his heart and an apology to hand over to yours— the hands that carried him when he couldn’t carry himself— the hands that you used as a weapon to fight for your relationship— the hands yunho loved to hold.

he does nothing but look. he watches the way your breathing changes. he watches the gloss in your eyes start to increase; but you’ve held back your tears tonight (hopefully).

“h-hi, y/n.” is all he manages to say. he’s taken aback from the way you look right now. the victim eyes, the sadness that he’d poured onto you years ago that he didn’t get to clean up.

“you can come in, i don’t bite.” you respond. you move to hold the door open as he takes off his shoes and hangs his car keys on the hook on the wall. you close the door behind the both of you, as yunho looks around, admiring the way you decorated your apartment. he looks like a lost puppy, waiting for you to say something.

he notices that you’ve moved on. how you have your life together. it hurts him knowing that you did this without him, and that you never needed him to love yourself, carry yourself the way you’ve always wanted. he wanted to be a part of the way you are today.

he sits down on the fluffy white couch, fiddling and picking at his nails, trying to find the words to initiate the conversation. you sit across from him, watching the way his face shifts and his mouth opens to say something, but taking back the thought.

it’s been 10 minutes. not a word was exchanged.

“yunho, why are you here? you’ve said all you needed to say over the phone.” you started. you really don’t know why he’s here, not saying a word at all. he looks up at you, having found the response to your question.

“i-i don’t know. us talking over the phone isn’t as important. but what i would like to start off with is by apologizing to you. y/n, i know that there really is nothing that would change your mind, or anything that would— you know— make you forgive me. i want to know how you’re doing in life, how every thing is treating you. how’s your lash thing going? i remember you talking about it before.”

he slurs on his words, nervousness ravishing his entire body. you notice the way his cheeks flush into a coral toned shyness, as well as the way his crewneck is slightly bouncing on his left side. his heart is beating out of his chest.

“yunho, please. i really don’t mean to disrespect you right now or devalue what you’re trying to say, but this right here isn’t gonna fix anything. if you’re trying to make things right and have me back as what you did before, it’s not working. so please, if this right here is an act, or if you’re just trying to win me back by this whole ‘sorry i fucked up take me back’ kinda thing, i’m not having it.” you already have too big of a headache for games, yunho not noticing how tired and afraid you look to face him again— to face the problem again. he nods, taking in a deep sigh of regret, knowing that he shouldn’t have shown up tonight.

you run your fingers through your hair, attempting to relieve the tension in your frontal area. yunho keeps his head down as you talk, his knuckles turning pink as he scratches and peels at the skin shielding the bone. you walk to the kitchen while yunho watches you try to get away from the conversation.

“did you want some water, or coffee or wine? any preferences? just trying to break some of the tension here is all.” you say, pouring yourself a glass of water. you’re dehydrated, your throat dry since you’ve checked yunho’s texts that night.

“i’m okay. thank you for offering. i appreciate you.”

i appreciate you.

“uh- y-yeah, you’re welcome.” you stutter, the last three words catching you off guard. you still pour him a mug of coffee, with 2 creams and no sugar, the way he used to drink it every morning with you.

his eyes are damp, glossy and emotional. you can’t tell if he’s putting on an act, or whether or not he’s actually sorry. he looks down, you hear him sniffling, trying to control his breaths. you sit down, your hand has a mind of its own, catching yourself before almost going to rub at the nape of his shoulders.

“yunho, why are you crying?” concern masks the weary and vulnerable expression displayed on your face, while yunho finally breaks.

he always hated when you asked him that. he’d never stop crying the minute you’d ask how he was or what was wrong.

“fuck, i’m sorry. i’m really sorry. i shouldn’t have come here.” he sobs. he stands up as you follow, confused as to why he’s the one hurt.

“yu, don’t leave yet. we’re not done talking.” his eyes lit up like a puppy with treats. he stops in his tracks, turning to look at the way your eyes turn soft, still wanting to talk to him. he sets his keys back down, leaving his car to run, not having a care at all.

“what made you do it?” is all you say after 6 minutes of him adjusting to the situation you’re both in.

“i’m not gonna make up a shitty excuse like oh i was drunk, but i wasn’t. i don’t understand what was going through my mind when they stopped by. they both came by and asked for you and i said you weren’t home. they asked if they could wait here and it was around the time you were almost off work.

they sat down on their phones and i was sitting in our— my room, and they called me over to sit with them. i didn’t think any of it but they kept talking and asking why you weren’t home. i told them you were just getting off work and that they should call you, but sara got up and sat right by me and started talking shit like ‘she can’t handle someone like you’ or that i deserve better.” he talks slowly, taking his time explaining, making sure nothing goes unnoticed. he’s trying to recall the moment to the best or his ability.

“did you believe any of it? did you try to tell them that you didn’t wanna do anything with them? or that maybe i could be home any second? did any of that occur to you?” you argue. right now, he’s explaining and not answering what you want him to.

“i started to, since we literally hadn’t had sex in like 4 months. you were caught up with work and i started to feel like you moved on. it’s not your fault, it never was.

but they started feeling up on me and laughing with each other about how stupid you were to think you could have someone like me— which already pissed me off. they just got super touchy and i guess i started letting go of myself and do things with them. one thing lead to another and i you got home. i wish you’d gotten home sooner that night.”

his eyes water, the deep sigh he elicits ends the conversation at that. it doesn’t feel like he’s been gone for somewhat years, it hurts like it just happened yesterday. a million thoughts at once cloud your brain until you don’t catch that his head is in his hands, tears pooling between his feet on the freshly mopped ground.

you can’t help but cry with him— an experience you both needed for a while. you feel yunho stand up from the spot next to you, kneeling before you and holding your hands in his large ones. he cries and cries for minutes on end, his eyes puffy and red. his nose crimson red and shiny. you hold his face to meet your eyes, the mutual sadness flooding the room around you.

“i’m so, so fucking sorry, baby. i’m so sorry. i never deserved you. i never did.” his eyes meet yours as tears fall down his red flushed cheekbones. he moves the both of your hands to bring them to wipe the tears on your dolled skin.

“my baby, my star, my heart, i would kill for you, i would do anything you tell me. i don’t know how to make you feel how much i regret doing this to you. you’re doing so good, you’re so independent and you don’t need me— and that fucking kills me. i was supposed to be with you. i was supposed to be by you the entire time. i fucked that up for th-the both of us.” he cries. his heart feels drained of everything, his chest empty and his eyes burning from the tears he’s cried.

“i don’t know, yunho, i need time to process all of this. i know you’re sorry, but i just don’t know what to do. what if i forgive you and you make the same mistake?”

you feel like the world stops when you watch yunho cry. it’s the worst feeling seeing him cry, because he’s just so pretty. his crewneck darkens in color from the tears he’s wiped.

“y/n. don’t feel like you need to forgive me. i want you to do it out of your own heart, i want you to readjust to me the way you did when we first met, hm? take all the time you need.” he stands up, planting a kiss on your forehead. your heart sinks as he walks out the door. your head falls into your hands, sobbing even harder than what you held in minutes ago. you don’t know what to do from this point on, leaving the situation up to the universe, or if you should start by being friends with him, then see if it would move up from there.

your phone dings twice, interrupting your crying session. you thought yunho sent you a text already, but you notice that this number isn’t familiar whatsoever. you click on the notification displayed on your lockscreen:

Today at 8:20PM

(***)***-****: hey its mingi

(***)***-****: wyd

*seen*

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PT. IV Arthur/Yunho: arranged marriage

Arthur x genderneutral!reader

5 chapters | (ongoing) | fantasy, romance | general audience

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“You are cordially invited to celebrate the bond between His Majesty the King, Arthur of Camelot of the Kingdom of Rain and the Eternal Grace of the Empire of Djin Hen…”

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The first day you arrived in the kingdom of Rain it…rained. You should’ve expected it, and you didn’t know why you were so particularly pissed off about rain in the kingdom of Rain, but you were. Perhaps it had to do something with the fact that your nations had always been enemies and now your father, the king, you and a handful of your most prestigious diplomats and negotiators together with a convoy of knights and guards and servants had been sent to start the first talks of how to maintain the peace. It had already been announced that there would no longer be war. But they had not talked about the costs of a true alliance. You sighed, and put a finger to your forehead, lost in thought. You knew why you had to be there. You had protested at first. You wanted to do nothing with this strange king who you’d never met in a strange country. Your father had dismissed your complaints and pointed at the fact that this would be a beautiful opportunity to make an impact for your nation. ‘And isn’t that something you’ve been wanting to do? In fact, such a diplomatic mission as the one I’m presenting you now is exactly what you need to do before you are to take over my place! I truly don’t know what you are complaining for. It will be a good experience. You will put your skills to practice in a foreign nation, learn how to negotiate…Isn’t that wonderful?’ And when he had explained it like that you could hardly say ‘no’.

Meeting the fabled king Arthur had not been what you’d expected. You’d seen him before once, when your father, the King, had signed the first truce and king Arthur had signed it too. That was now almost 6 months ago and only 2 months ago the invitation to become allies had arrived. Now you were here, in the Kingdom of Rain. You could vaguely remember King Arthur’s face and you knew he was around your age but you hadn’t expected him to look so, so…well, handsome wasn’t the word you wanted to call him, although some people might. Perhaps you would’ve called him handsome if you were just an ordinary person and not the hope of your people.

But you hadn’t expected him to look so…polished? Innocent? He didn’t look like he’d just fought a war of over a decade (he was also too young for that right?) He didn’t bear any battle scars, no burden of a kingdom on his shoulder. He looked like he’d been plucked from the streets and put into a crown and a cape. That wasn’t to say he didn’t look majestic. He did, but he also looked like he’d rather be wearing something more comfortable. He looked undeserving. You’d heard stories about him wielding his magical sword Excalibur and carrying his men through the long bloody battles often taking on 10 men at a time. This boy barely looked like he could lift a swor[AL1] d. But you curtsied, presented your many thanks to his warm welcome by bestowing a pre-peace talks gift to him of a beautiful, bountiful orange tree as a symbol of prosperity and good fortune. He graciously accepted it, hoping you had a good journey and then excused you to your rooms where you could rest for a while before you needed to get ready for the banquet that same evening.

The banquet was lovely and you were given another warm welcome, but you still felt wary of the king. He was quietly eating and conversing politely with his court members. Nothing out of the ordinary. You didn’t know why, but there was something off about him…you took another sip of your cup of wine, lost in thought, fidgeting with your ear cuff, as you continued to stare at him from your place across the table. It was then that he looked up and made eye contact with you and you realised you’d been staring too long. You quickly raised your cup slightly and bowed your head before taking another sip. He returned the same gesture and also took a sip. Phew. He hadn’t noticed that you had in fact been staring at him for other reasons.

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The Way to His Heart [5]

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

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"She's severely malnourished, and the injuries on her body tell us that she's undergone quite the abuse, seemingly for years. But I assume you already deduced that much, yes?" Yunho stated as he turned to your husband.

Seonghwa nodded grimly, "Yes, unfortunately. Is there anything you can do to help with all the marks?"

"Given the lack of proper treatment for so long, most of her wounds have only worsened, resulting in permanent scars from various infections. I'll do my best to treat as much as I can, but please understand that I won't be able to eliminate most of these scars." The physician explained, not wanting to give the general any false hope of restoring your skin back to its original form.

Thankfully, Seonghwa wasn't naturally inclined to optimism, and he didn't care to entertain the idea of a miracle. He sighed, "I understand, Yunho. It doesn't matter to me if the scars remain, just... make all the pain go away for her. That's all that matters."

Though possibly surprised, Yunho didn't reveal it in his expression. That might have been the sweetest sentiment he had ever heard from the general. He nodded, "Very well. I'll need a few tools and herbs to prepare her tonic and ointment. Should I stay in the usual quarters until my work is complete?"

Eager to see her mistress recover quickly, the head maid was ready for action. She stood up as soon as her master addressed her, "Eunsook, you know what to do. Organise a team of servants to assist Physician Jung with everything he requires and prepare his usual accommodation."

Without having to be told twice, she swiftly moved to leave Seonghwa's room, "Yes, master! Please come with me, Physician Jung." The general watched as everyone exited his private quarters, leaving him alone with you.

Bringing a chair beside the bed, he seated himself next to you and mustered the courage to hold your hand. Gently rubbing his thumbs over your skin, he felt a pang in his heart, realising that it was far from how the hand of someone your age should be – smooth and flawless. Instead, it bore the marks of what he could only imagine as endless pain.

Reflecting on the unfounded accusations he had hurled at you after your sincere expression of gratitude during dinner, he wished he could turn back time and retract his words, if only it were possible. As if your life hadn't already been hell, he had only made it worse for you.

Suddenly, the notion of you being genuinely happy with The Cold Palace didn't seem so far-fetched. After all, who could fathom the inhumane living conditions you had endured for all those years? However, this realisation brought him no comfort; the fact that your life back in the Jang estate was so bad that you had to express gratitude for being given such a place was heartbreaking.

Seonghwa was jolted from his thoughts when he sensed your weak hand squeezing his. Looking up, he noticed your anguished expression as you cried in your sleep, your voice brokenly uttering, "I'm sorry..."

He felt his heart clench at the sight, prompting him to move and sit closer to you on the bed. Lifting his free hand, he gently wiped away the tears streaming from the corners of your eyes down your cheeks, "Hey, it's alright... You're safe now." He whispered, returning the soft squeeze to your hand.

As if aware of his presence, your eyes snapped open in alarm, and a whimper of fear escaped you as you saw him. For the first time in a long while, the general found no satisfaction in the fear reflected in someone's eyes. You gasped upon realising that the lifeline you were clinging to was him, noticing your hand in his.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" You cried harder when you realised your marks were still fully on display. Pulling your hand away from his, you grasped the sheets around you and clutched them close.

Despite the disappointment he felt at the absence of your hand, he didn't have time to dwell on it with your little panic attack. To ground you, he cupped your face with his hands, "Look at me," and you complied, your trembling eyes meeting his gaze, "Stop apologising and tell me what it is that you're sorry for."

"I-I'm sorry for all this," You gestured miserably to your own body, "I'm hideous. I'm tainted. I'm n-not good enough to be your wife, a-and I never will be. I-I don't deserve happiness... I was foolish to think I could find it h-here... with you."

Shaking his head, he caressed your hollow cheekbones, staring firmly into your eyes, "No, you listen to me. Never think that again. I forbid you from believing you're hideous or tainted or anything ridiculous like that. Whoever dares say you're not good enough to be my wife can go to hell because you're the only one I want. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I will give you just that. You're not foolish to think that. I'll prove it to you."

Leaving you speechless, Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you before you could muster a response, pulling you close. The sudden warmth felt foreign but good, and you nestled your face into his broad shoulder, allowing yourself to relish the moment.

Am I dreaming? Feels too good to be true.

Marvelling at the luxurious interior of this beautiful room, you couldn't shake the feeling that this was all a product of your imagination. How could any of this be real?

The last memory you had was the general storming angrily into your room and ripping your hanbok open. After seeing you in your truest form, how could he have ended up acting this way towards you? It didn't make sense; he should have been disgusted and hostile. Instead, here he was, seemingly accepting you.

Exhausted from a lifetime of pain, you lacked the energy to question the reality of your situation. Even if it were just a dream, you decided to embrace it and savour the experience. On the other hand, if this was reality, you knew you had the rest of your life to understand his change of heart.

All that really mattered now was that the pain and the suffering stopped. If Seonghwa truly accepts you as his wife, the reason behind it doesn't seem important. You would simply be grateful for his kindness, or perhaps sympathy—whatever it was, you welcomed it wholeheartedly.

So long as there's no more pain.

With that decision made, you set aside the lingering questions in your mind and focused on how comforting it felt to be held in a warm embrace like this. A contented sigh escaped you as you whispered against him, "Thank you, my lord."

He responded by tightening his hold around your frame, gently cradling the back of your head with a hand, "No, don't thank me yet. I haven't done anything to deserve that from you. I've been horrible, the absolute worst. And for that, I'd like to apologise. I'm sorry, my dear. I promise you, I'll make up for it."

When you attempted to voice your protest, he halted you with a knowing shake of his head, "I know I may seem like an angel in comparison to the people who have... done all those horrendous things to you, but I won't lie and say that I'm proud of myself for the way I acted. You're important too, okay? You're the general's wife now, and I want you to remember that. I won't let anyone disrespect you again."

With a grateful nod, tears of relief welled up in your eyes. This transformed version of Seonghwa before you was a stark departure from the one you initially encountered. You didn't think he was capable of being so soft and caring, but you had no complaints; you could certainly get used to this.

"Oh, mistress! You're finally awake!" Eunsook exclaimed, standing at the room entrance with the physician in tow. This caused you and your husband to break eye contact. The general cleared his throat and averted his gaze, a faint blush tinting his cheeks when he realised the two had witnessed your shared intimate moment.

Yunho suppressed his smile and respectfully bowed at you, "Good day, Lady Park. I'm Physician Jung; it's nice to properly meet you." Blinking, you struggled to come up with a response, gaping at his handsome face.

While the elderly woman giggled at your loss of words, Seonghwa was less than amused at your reaction to the doctor's appearance. He scoffed lightly, finding it ridiculous that you were here gazing at another man after he had just poured his heart out to you.

How dare you be unfaithful this soon?

Upon catching the enticing scent of food, your eyes swiftly moved away from Yunho's face. Your face lit up as you finally noticed the bowl of piping hot congee in Eunsook's hands.

"Oh dear, you must be famished. With Physician Jung's help, we concocted this healthy meal for you. I know it's not very appetising, with all the medicinal herbs in it, but you must get better before indulging in tastier foods, alright?" She smiled encouragingly at you.

You shook your head as she approached with the bowl, "Not appetising? It already smells and looks better than anything I've ever had. Thank you for the food." You murmured, eagerly waiting as she fed you.

Unbeknownst to you, your innocent response had affected Seonghwa more than you realised, and it also surprised the physician. While Yunho had heard a bit about your situation from the head maid, he wasn't fully aware of the extent of it, and hearing it directly from you was truly heart-wrenching. That definitely explained the severe malnourishment.

The congee was gone within moments and Eunsook couldn't help but coo, "Well done, mistress." You bit your lip shyly, feeling embarrassed for devouring it in such an unladylike manner, but nothing mattered the moment the food touched your lips.

As if on cue, a group of servants arrived with a fresh set of clothes and bath supplies originally intended for you earlier in the morning. Turning toward the two men, the head maid bowed and gestured toward the door, "Master, Physician Jung, if you wouldn't mind stepping out. We shall bathe and change the mistress."

Yunho nodded, "Certainly, I'll be getting back to work then," and immediately excused himself, reassured to know you had finished your first sitting of medicine.

The general stood up from his spot, "Alright, Eunsook. I'll leave her to you for now. Take care of her for me." He said, moving to press a soft kiss onto your forehead. The action caused your eyes to widen, and all the servants internally squealed, shocked to see their master being so affectionate for the first time.

Your heart swelled as you watched him leave, his back suddenly seeming so reliable. It was hard to believe that he was your husband, yours. How lucky were you to be wedded to Park Seonghwa?

"Come, mistress. Let's get you cleaned up."

You observed with intrigue as the servants rushed around to prepare a bath for you, an experience you had never had before. However, as they began to assist in stripping off your clothes, you realised you had forgotten all about the marks on your skin earlier. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you pushed the hands of the servants away and shook your head.

Reassuring you, they withdrew their hands with warm smiles, "It's okay, mistress. Please know we are all on your side; nobody here will disrespect or look down on you. You are now the official wife of General Park, and we will work our hardest to serve you."

The head maid nodded in agreement behind them, their sincerity deeply touching your heart, "Thank you for your kindness." You whispered, finally allowing them to help you out of your hanbok. They handled you with gentleness, and it took you some time to get used to it—finally not being manhandled like you always had been.

After they finished scrubbing you clean, the other maids momentarily left you alone to enjoy the bath, touched by your endearing demeanour—constantly expressing gratitude for every little thing. To them, it felt almost like caring for a child. Exchanging excited glances, none of them could hide their pleasure in having such a sweet mistress.

With your presence, perhaps the general's anger could finally subside, and the estate could experience some peaceful days. If only you knew the hope you had brought with your arrival.

Eunsook lingered in the background, cleaning and tidying up, while you played with the rose petals floating around the bath water. You couldn't recall the last time your life had been so relaxing, so peaceful. Turning to the elderly woman working nearby, you gathered the courage to ask, "This... this isn't a dream, is it?"

Setting down her supplies, she approached you with a motherly smile on her face, "I assure you, mistress, it is not. This is all very real. Perhaps the master's sudden shift in behaviour can be confusing."

She gently held onto your hand, "Trust me, he is actually not such a bad person at all. There's a good reason why all the servants here have been with him for a long time. Though he believes it is simply because of the good pay, it isn't. He just... has a hard time trying to express his feelings. Let's just say master did not exactly grow up living an easy life. He struggles to show his love because he has not been given nearly enough of it while growing up."

That sounds a little like me too.

Giving your hand a soft squeeze, she added, "And now, with you here, it seems we can all hope that things will change for the better, for master and for you, mistress."

"M-me? Better because of... me?" You whispered, returning the squeeze, and she nodded, "Yes, mistress. All because of you. You are our light and our hope. Thank you for coming to us. You're so important to everyone here, you know that? Never let anyone tell you otherwise."

You didn't realise you were crying until you felt a gentle touch as the elderly woman wiped away the tears rolling down your cheeks, assuring you, "No matter what happens, I promise you won't be alone anymore from now on."

Standing in the centre of the room later on, it almost felt like a dream come true as the servants attentively assisted you in getting dressed. For once, you felt genuinely cared for and respected, a stark contrast to your previous experiences at home, where most servants treated you as less than human.

Turning to face the mirror, a gasp escaped you as you gazed at your reflection, "You look beautiful, mistress. Master is going to love it." A servant exclaimed, admiring your natural beauty. Your eyes widened as you took in the pleasant appearance before you, surprised that despite the visibility of your scars, you could look appealing. It appeared that with proper care, hair, and clothing, you could indeed appear somewhat pretty.

I guess all hope is not lost.

"We'll be taking our leave now, mistress." The rest of the maids bowed in a line before you as they finished up. Panic crossed their faces when they saw you about to return their bows, and Eunsook stopped you in time, saying, "Oh dear, mistress! We'll have to work on that. Please remember you do not have to bow to any of the servants here, or anywhere, for the matter."

You nodded, "I'm sorry, I'll remember that next time."

She chuckled and shook her head, "That too, you do not need to apologise to us. We are here to serve you." The maids nodded to signal that the elderly woman was right, smiling encouragingly at you before bowing one last time and leaving to return to their other tasks.

"Now, there's still a bit more time before dinner. What would you like to do until then, mistress?" The head maid asked.

You blinked, realising you didn't know how to answer. You never had the luxury to do as you pleased; all your supposed spare time was spent rotting in your prison cell of a room. What did your stepsisters usually do? Right, make your life hell. That's what.

What do young ladies around your age do?

Suddenly remembering Eunsook's earlier words about having to work on what you should and shouldn't do, you perked up, "I... I wish to learn. I want to be a proper lady, to be a proper wife for the general."

You stared, puzzled, as the elderly woman tried to hide her cheeky grin, "Well, the master's study is full of all sorts of knowledgeable books. Maybe you can find something in there. Would you like to go there now, mistress?"

Finding nothing wrong with the suggestion, you agreed. The next thing you knew, you were left standing alone by the entrance to the study she had been talking about. She had explained that she needed to assist the physician with an important task before hastily disappearing.

Not wanting to be impolite, you knocked on the door and waited for a response, "May I please enter, my lord?" After a moment of silence, you knocked again, only to be met with silence.

Maybe he's not inside.

With a shrug, you cautiously pushed the door open. Your eyes widened when you immediately spotted Seonghwa seated at his desk, deeply engrossed in his reading with a slight furrow of his brows. Despite planning to leave, you found yourself rooted to the spot, admiring how attractive he looked, even when only sitting there.

As if sensing someone watching him, his eyes immediately shot up in alert, only to soften when he realised it was you. Caught off guard, you sputtered and bowed repeatedly, "I-I'm sorry, my lord! I didn't mean to spy on you or anything like that. Eunsook told me I could occupy myself with some books in here until dinner, and I—"

Too busy staring down at your feet, you didn't notice he had been making his way towards you. You gasped when his shoes came into view, looking up to find him right in front of you with a gentle smile on his face, "Relax, I'm not angry. You're welcome to spend time with me; I'd be happy to accompany you."

Looking at you closely now, his heart raced as he realised how stunning you appeared in this natural state, even more so than with a face full of heavy makeup, "You... you look beautiful, by the way." He remarked, watching with admiration as a blush tinted your cheeks when you quietly thanked him.

As you bit your lips shyly, he found it hard to look away, feeling a desire to kiss you that he had never experienced with any woman before, "M-my lord?" You stuttered, feeling flustered by the sudden attention he was paying to your lips.

With a hand outstretched, he cleared his throat and gestured for you to join him, "R-right, let me know what you're looking for. This is no royal library, but I'm sure I'll have whatever you need."

You gulped, shyly placing your hand in his waiting one, "I was hoping to learn more about lady etiquette. I... I want to be a proper lady and wife for you, my lord." His heart melted at that; despite the less-than-warm welcome he had given you, you were still willing to work hard and be better for him.

"Very well, come with me." Tightening his hold on your hand, he gently led you towards the bookshelves lining the side of his study.

As you passed by his desk, you couldn't help but do a double take at the reading material he had been so focused on just earlier. You'd recognise the Jang family crest anywhere.

"Wait, isn't that—"

Before you could inquire about it, Seonghwa was already in the process of tidying up the space and simultaneously putting the book away, "Sorry for the mess. Now, which area of lady etiquette did you want to start with first?" He asked, gesturing to the entire row of books dedicated to the topic.

"O-oh, I haven't really thought about that. I wasn't aware there were so many different areas. Gosh, I have much to learn..." You trailed off, your mind already reeling as you tried to figure out which area would be best to begin with.

He sighed in relief, successfully redirecting the conversation. His heart nearly stopped when he spotted the recognition in your eyes upon seeing your family records. The general didn't want to have to interview you in order to delve into your past; he didn't want you to relive any nightmares. More importantly, he didn't want to worry you by revealing any of the plans he had in store for your family.

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Jongho entered his master's study that night, panting and puzzled to find the desk filled with books on... lady etiquette?

"S-sir?"

Seonghwa snapped up immediately, catching the assistant's appalled gaze on your books. He chuckled, "Oh, those are just your mistress' books. She said she wants to learn to be a proper lady and wife... can you believe that?"

Without himself noticing, the general had an almost dreamy look on his face as he smiled, lost in thoughts of you, unaware that he was letting it show on his face, revealing his affection for you.

"I see. I'm sure the mistress will no doubt make you proud with her studies soon." Jongho responded with a knowing grin, pleased to see his master being soft for a change, the intimidating General Park momentarily gone, all because of his wife.

Recalling his aide's purpose for being here this late, Seonghwa quickly turned serious, "Well, have you managed to find anything?"

The assistant immediately straightened up, moving closer to the general and lowering his voice, "I have, sir. With the funds you provided, I hired a private investigator willing to infiltrate the Jang estate. Fortunately, one of the older servants didn't take much to crack; she told him just about everything."

With a clenched fist, your husband asked for confirmation, "Well? Was it her father?"

Nodding, Jongho's expression turned grim, "It was as you assumed, sir. It was him, his wife, his stepdaughters, and even the servants. But there's... more. We've uncovered new information, the minister... he truly is despicable."

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Past-Present-Future   Black Dahlia   RED: Rogue, Extremely Dangerous

The fourth and final installment to the superpowers AU. San’s past comes catching up to him as he is targeted by an old colleague turned foe. With everyone else caught in the crossfire, San is forced to reveal what happened to him in the years before going on the search for his sister.

group: ATEEZ member: San pairing: yunho/oc, san/oc (in flashbacks) t/w (in this chapter): blood, some light destruction

things to note: second to the last chapter, you guys! Get ready for the 10th and final chapter ahead. Also, hello to Mark Lee again! I also included parts of the “Two Mutants are Better than One” story I once posted on here as part of San’s flashback scene. 

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Chapter 9

Junhong pulled the van up in front of the meat packing factory later that night. Yunho, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked out. “So, we’re here?” He said. 

“Yeah,” Junhong replied. He glanced at Yunho, then looked over at the rest of them. “While we’re trying to figure out what we’ll see there, as much as I hate it, we’ll eventually have to accept that she’s gone…”

“But we don’t know that, do we?” San muttered, blinking a few times. “We still have to try. I refuse to believe that I lost her just like that.” 

“We lost her,” Hongjoong corrected him. “Jungwoo was more powerful than we thought somehow.” 

“He caught her off-guard, she couldn’t turn into that light thing in time,” Yunho argued. “It’s a good thing San killed him, or else I would’ve.” 

“Let’s just get out of here and go down there before we get suspected of stuff,” Hongjoong said, opening the door 

The eight of them got down, Junhong leading the way into what was the back entrance of the factory, where the employees would enter. There was something in the doors that always seemed to unlock, with Junhong having figured out the combination, later on telling Mirae, Hyuk, and Chanyeol about it. 

The factory was cold and smelled like raw meat, with carcasses hanging in one part of where they entered, of both cows and pigs. Some of the carcasses appeared to be preserved in vacuum cases the more Junhong led them inside. “Do you still remember where the entrance is?” San said. 

“Yeah, vividly. It’s hard to forget something like this once you’ve been down here,” Junhong opened the door to an office. The tall male made a beeline for the bookshelf behind the desk, pulling on a green book, the rest of them making sure to observe his actions in case they needed to return next time. 

The bookshelf moved aside, revealing a dark spiral staircase that was filled with cobwebs and torches. They looked at the passage in awe as they followed Junhong, with Mingi lighting up one torch to fully illuminate the place as the shelf closed behind them. “Even when Jungwoo went here, he didn’t even clear out these webs?” San wiped the cobweb that got caught in his hand on his pants. 

“Apparently not. How long has this place been here?” Jongho scraped off the web that got on his shoes upon climbing down. 

“For a very long time. The first owners of this place knew of the secret passage, so they built an office around it to keep it hidden from prying eyes. They were friends of Professor Jang, the one who found Mirae, Hyuk, Chanyeol, and me,” Junhong explained as they reached a large door and with some help from Jongho and Yunho, they slid the door just enough for them to be able to go inside. “Here we are, the Esteholm.” 

The seven of them looked at the place in awe. The Esteholm resembled the bustling night markets, with colorful lanterns hanging above the shops, stalls and hanging kaftans that reminded Yunho of Morocco, even the busy crowds made up of different creatures that they could’ve only imagined in fairy tales, movies, and tv shows.

“Wow…” Hongjoong muttered as they started walking again. “It looks like you could get lost in here.” 

“Yeah, and I would advise all of you not to touch anything. We’re the weird ones in here,” Junhong looked over at them. “The witches you see look human now, but they’ve got square feet and claws for hands. They like eating birds too,” He muttered, discreetly gesturing to the group of old women leering over several cages of canaries. 

“It could take us forever to find where Jungwoo got the vial,” San sighed, scanning the stores and stalls that they passed. “Hyung, would you know where it is?” He asked. 

“Unfortunately, I do,” Junhong pointed to the shop at the very end that seemed a little darker compared to the other shops. “It was a place we investigated back then at the center.” 

“So many memories in here,” Wooyoung shuddered from what he was picking up. 

They carefully stepped inside the dimly-lit shop, immediately noticing the shelves full of vials in different shapes, sizes, and colors. Some vials seemed to glow in their bottles. “Hello?” Junhong called out. 

“Who goes there?” Hissed a black figure whose face was obscured yet the only thing that was visible of the figure was an arm, its pointy fingers gesturing to them. “Humans!” It shrieked, reverberating throughout the room, making them cover their ears as the figure was frantically moving about the shop. 

“We don’t mean any harm!” Junhong replied. “We have been here before!” 

The figure slowed down, gliding across the room and towards the tall male. Even Junhong could not see the face of the creature up close. “You have been here before…? The goblin prince…” It hissed. 

“Yes. We defeated the goblin prince years ago..” Junhong nodded. 

“What brings you here..? Oh… I sense a lot of loss, of grief, of death,” The figure hissed as it turned its form toward the rest of them. “So much death…of enemies, of friends, of family,” It rounded on San. 

“There was someone who went here not too long ago,” San spoke. “He took vials that gave him power.” 

“Only one of those gave him power, the temporary power, to make one see the worst,” The figure hissed. “To control people, to destroy people. The other vial brought someone back to life…” 

“To make people see the worst?” 

“Yes…fear makes one envision the worst and think it true…leading to death…” The figure said. “One who drinks from that vial cannot stay powerful for long, it is not something one can handle so easily…” 

“What about the other vial? And how could you link someone to you? The one who came here, linked himself to someone else, so they could feel what they feel, hurt when they get hurt” Junhong asked this time. 

“That…is a process no one can know…” The figure said. “There are consequences to everything…Absolute power corrupts absolutely…” 

“I don’t understand what it’s saying…” Mingi muttered to Jongho, who shrugged as well. 

San sighed. “My sister was killed by that person who drank those vials. She was blown up, shattered, something like it. I want to know if there is a way to bring her back…” He said.

“To bring about something from nothing…is impossible,” The figure said. “Fear makes one envision the worst…” 

“Yes it does, but why is she gone when she-” Junhong stared at the figure, as if having figured it out. “...Oh.” 

“The ones you love, never truly go away…” The figure hissed. 

“...You mean she’s not really dead?” Yunho asked. 

The figure pointed to his heart, and Yunho’s expression fell. “Fear makes one envision the worst…” 

“The worst has already happened,” San said, frustration evident in his tone. He turned to Junhong. “Hyung..” 

“How could she be gone this long?” Junhong was prompted to ask as he saw the figure slowly backing away from them. “What happened to her?” 

“Only time will tell…” The figure hissed before slinking away completely until it was out of sight. 

“That was confusing…” Wooyoung commented. 

Junhong turned to them. “...There might be some hope after all. It only means that Jungwoo’s powers were similar to Midam’s….perhaps more powerful,” He said. 

“Midam? Hyuk hyung’s cousin?” Hongjoong stared at the taller male, realizing what he meant. He gaped. “...You mean that bastard was lying this whole time?” 

Junhong shook his head. “No, not entirely, because why would Mirae still not be here if he didn’t kill her?” He questioned. “Unless Jungwoo was a late bloomer like the rest of you…He just didn’t realize that it was really him, he kept thinking that it was what he was drinking from here that was the reason why he could do what he could.” 

“So what you’re saying is that Jungwoo didn’t tap into the actual extent of his powers?” Yunho asked, looking puzzled. “So, what he thought he could do was actually because he had powers himself after all and he just didn’t realize it?” 

“It makes you think what if people had powers and never used them properly…they’d be dangerous,” Jongho said. 

“Very dangerous,” Seonghwa agreed. “Jungwoo destroyed Mirae just like that…He was that powerful.”

“But not powerful enough if San could kill him. He doesn’t know how to multitask.” 

San looked down, not wanting to remember what Jungwoo was telling him, how he could torture her until he caved. He didn’t know what else to do. Only going down to the Esteholm made them understand what happened, but didn’t give them an answer. Yunho noticed the shorter male and put his hand on his shoulder, as if to let him know that the rest of them were grieving as well. 

“Not even executive Kang could help and if he could, I don’t think it would be very easy either,” Hongjoong said. 

Junhong nodded. “Even if we got a hold on the vial that could bring people back to life, we don’t exactly know how to bring her back, especially if she was disintegrated into pieces.” 

They turned to leave, going back the way they entered, up the staircase and out of the office until they stepped outside the factory. San got in the passenger seat of the van as the rest of them except for Junhong climbed into the back. Maybe he could come back to the Esteholm on his own and perhaps convince the shop owner to tell him what to do. That seemed like the plan for now. 

~ 

They returned to the building that night after visiting the scene of the crime of a tycoon that was killed in the middle of dinner. Just when they met each other again, Mirae received a call from who turned out to be the son of the said tycoon, hoping that she or anyone else she was working with could help them. It took a little convincing for Mirae to agree to have him tag along. 

Mirae led the way up to their apartment. “Who else lives on this floor?” San asked curiously. 

“Uh, no one else really, just me and Jihoon,. At least I think it’s just me and Jihoon on this floor, I don’t know who else lives in this building,” Mirae replied, pressing the code to the door of the apartment she shared with Jihoon. “The door at the very end is the extra unit I turned into a training room” She added, opening the door for them to go inside. 

The two of them took their shoes off and San carefully walked further into the apartment as if trying to take in everything he was seeing. To him, it felt more like home than his own apartment, and he figured it was only because she was his family. He noticed some of the photos on the wall of her and the guy she mentioned, including their certificates saying that they were somewhat cured of their mental disability from the sanitarium. He also noticed the other photos on the walls of the two of them, and along with another group of guys whom he figured were her colleagues and friends with the backdoor of the store behind them. 

“I’ll just move some things in Jihoon’s closet so you can put your stuff in there,” Mirae said, following him into the apartment. “...Make yourself at home, I guess…” 

San just nodded and sat down, opening his bag to sort out some of his things. He watched Mirae go into her room and close the door. He saw the light reflecting from the silver object that was in Mirae’s bag on the counter. It made him look down at his harpoon gun, and it made him think about the white streak in her hair. He couldn’t fault her for snapping, as he pondered over their argument at the restaurant. He probably reminded her of their father even if he wasn’t exactly the splitting image of him. But he was prepared to make things right and be the brother he always wanted to be, or at least have some family even if the circumstances were like this. 

They weren’t that different, and that gave him something to look forward to. The door from one room opened and Mirae stepped out. “There are towels in that closet by the kitchen,” Mirae suddenly said. “I’ve also made space in the closet too, you can put your stuff in there now.”

“Thanks, I just need to sort out my things” San sat up straight and looked through the rest of his bags again, peeling off the bottom part of his bag to reveal wads of cash and a few guns that he owned in case his harpoon wasn’t enough and cartridges of bullets. 

“If you’re taking classes too, you can just make yourself something to eat,” Mirae shrugged. 

“I’m not,” San shook his head. He wondered what else to say. “This is a nice place you have here,” He said. 

“Thanks” She replied, looking through her bag. “Lived here for years, I actually used to live where you saw me, and then I had a small place away from the store, and there I gave the only room to Jihoon until we could get a bigger place and each have our own rooms.” 

“You and Jihoon seemed to be very close,” He said. 

“We were interned in the same asylum together,” Mirae glanced at him. “He was my only friend there, he was practically like a brother to me. I promised him that when both of us got out, we’d stick together. He got out not long after the Seoul attack, and I said he should stay with me, I’d be able to raise him, and…he was supposed to go to university on scholarship…” She said quietly. 

San nodded. “You’ve come a long way.”

“I guess I have,” She said. “In a way, I’m kind of glad I got interned, I wouldn’t be where I am now. Anyway, make yourself comfortable, I’ll figure out our next move tomorrow.” 

“Why don’t we figure it out now? Together? I did interrogate them, you know” San pointed out.

~ 

A silver car pulled up in front of the Papillon Hotel later that night and Yeosang got out, tossing the keys to the valet as he entered the building. His presence was met with stares coming from the clerks including the guests, likely due to his appearance. After using his magic that day at the cemetery, Yeosang didn’t bother to feed, and his appearance was becoming more vampiric; incredibly pale, translucent skin that exposed the blue and purple veins on his face and his hands. His hair was also lightening, revealing an ash-blonde hue.

Yeosang didn’t bother to greet them and instead made a beeline toward the elevator that led to the casino. He wondered if his hunch was right. It had been gnawing at him for some time since the funeral, of the possibility. He didn’t doubt San and the others didn’t have a feeling as well, but Yeosang was determined not to give up. 

He got in the elevator, realizing that the place didn’t look any different from before the events several weeks ago. Yeosang would see to it that the hotel go through a change in personnel since he bought the hotel. He didn’t want anyone else to lose their jobs, but he needed to make sure the hotel was being operated by people he could trust, or at the very least, did not know what was going on. 

As soon as the doors opened, Yeosang noticed that everything was still in its place, and perhaps this was the part of the establishment that wasn’t cleaned up, likely for the authorities to take a look at. Yeosang knew who was investigating and he made sure they were paid handsomely. 

The slot machines were busted down and so were the tables. There were splatters of blood on the walls along with piles of dust, and the machine that was connected to the platforms they were made to stand on and endure. The more he walked inside, the more he stopped when he saw something else. A woman, lying on the ground and her clothes had splatters of blood and cuts. 

The more Yeosang walked into the room, the more he realized who the woman was, more so when he noticed the partially light ends and the very evident white streak. Before his mind could register anything, he sprinted toward the body, kneeling beside her. He almost couldn’t believe it as he gently touched her hand.  

Yeosang looked at her face. Nothing seemed to change, yet her expression looked peaceful. He gently held her hand, in the hopes he could feel a pulse. His heart skipped a beat when he realized that there was a pulse. Her heart was beating. 

“...My dear?” He managed to whisper, treating her as if she was made of glass. “...My dear?” 

Yeosang looked around. He wanted to get her out of the place. A disk appeared beneath them, bringing them into his penthouse apartment. Mirae’s body was floating toward the guest room, where he settled her on the bed. He knelt down beside her, watching for any sign of movement. His hair lightened even more from his spell to bring them back. 

He was faced with a dilemma on whether to inform San and Yunho that Mirae was back, that she was alive. There was only one other person he could speak to about it aside from them. 

Yeosang reached for his phone to dial a number. “I understand you might not want to see me, but-” He paused. “Oh…you will…alright then.” 

Soon enough the figure of Mark Lee, an immortal chaebol and a powerful psychic and teleporter, appeared in the room. “Didn’t think I’d be the one you’d call, ah,” He stopped upon seeing her unconscious form. 

“Would you rather I’d call Lucas in here instead of you? He would kill her if he had the chance, the rest of your group would,” Yeosang pointed out. “I’m afraid I’ve caught myself in quite a dilemma too.” 

“Whether or not to tell those men she is affiliated with?” Mark asked, and he nodded. “If you ask me, and I know what you’re thinking. She will likely not remember them, if what you’re thinking has happened is what indeed took place.” 

“I highly doubt it,” Yeosang shook his head. “So, would you care to tell me what was so important that you cut me off?” 

Mark’s expression turned serious as he glanced at the vampiric mutant, then at Mirae. “I hear whispers, I’ve been seeing visions. There is something else coming, and we, and I do mean our immortal group, need to be prepared in case it does.” 

“What do you think is coming?” 

“The word is that the statues have broken,” Mark replied, and Yeosang stared at him, knowing what he meant. 

“That’s impossible.” 

“Apparently, it is possible,” Mark pointed out. “The statues have woken up, mankind and mutantkind is at risk.” 

“Do the rest of your colleagues know?” 

“Why, of course they do. So does Ino. Ino has been trying to find the location of those statues for some time. Where those have been is lost in the centuries. When was the last time you’ve seen them?” 

Yeosang stood up. “Not too long ago, in Japan.” 

“How long ago?” 

“Around 1935 in Tokyo,” Yeosang replied. “I couldn’t not remember it. It was around the time of the Sada Abe scandal.” 

“The statues have gone to other places since then, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was in eastern Europe by now,” Mark muttered. He looked back at Mirae’s form. “We’ll need Yunho’s help, and maybe hers too.” 

“As you can see, she is still quite unconscious,” Yeosang gestured to her. “She has a pulse, but she isn’t conscious yet. Unless you might know what to do?” 

Mark shook his head. “All we can do is wait, but unfortunately, I must leave for Europe. There are people I must speak to about this.” 

Yeosang watched Mark disappear then turned back to Mirae. “My dear…if you’ve heard us just now, then your help is unfortunately needed,” He whispered. Yeosang looked around again, as if checking if someone was nearby and could hear him before he leaned closer, studying her features. “My dear…I was rather heartbroken to see you gone before my eyes, thinking that you were destroyed permanently.. But my heart leaps in joy to see you here…” 

“You have helped me in an extraordinary way, my dear as I have tried to help you,” He continued. “I want you to live, I want you to wake up. If you can’t wake up for me, wake up for them, for everyone else…” 

A bright light flashed, making Yeosang fall back on the floor as he saw Mirae’s form float off the bed, her form glowing as if she was turning into the bright spirit-like being he remembered. A blast of energy soon erupted from her, breaking down the room, the beam of light flashing in the sky. Yeosang stood up, observing what was taking place in front of him as her form glowed brighter and brighter until- 

She fell back on the bed. Everything soon went back to normal, the room putting itself back together, including whatever was destroyed above them. Yeosang approached her again, only to see that her hair had turned fully blonde, almost white. 

“My dear?” He said. 

Mirae’s eyes shot open, her eyes glowing red until it subsided. She lay still, eyes scanning the room, seeing Yeosang looking over at her. She slowly sat up, looking down at herself, seeing what she was wearing. She looked up at the vampiric mutant again. “...I-I kept hearing your voice…” She spoke. Yeosang nodded. “I-I was dead…” 

“You were. They held a funeral for you,” He replied. 

“They did?” Mirae still looked confused. “But…but how am I here?” 

Yeosang shrugged. “That is something I do not understand myself. One day you were gone, a few weeks later I find you where you died…” 

“”I heard you talking to Mark,” Mirae said quietly, curiously. “There’s trouble ahead, and it’s up to us to save the world…” 

That was when Yeosang realized the gravity of what Mark told him. “It’s a long story, my dear, and something I can tell you on the way to Japan. We will need to move quickly before Ino and the others get to it.” 

Mirae could only nod. “There’s no other way, is there?” 

Yeosang shook his head. “I will have my assistants bring you a change of clothes and packed bags. Mark may already be there, so we will need to catch up. For now, what would you like to do?” 

Mirae looked around then down at her clothes. “I would like to freshen up,” She said. 

“As you wish, my dear Mirae,” Yeosang turned around to leave. “Make yourself comfortable while you wait for the clothes to arrive. I will make a few calls.” 

Yeosang stepped out of the room and as soon as he closed the door, a disk appeared under his feet and in moments, he disappeared. 

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OH MY GIRL!? | 장윤호 – EP.1 – A friend to lean on ୨୧

summary` – Noh Hyejin, a girl who has an identity for being popular among the males at her school. Not until Yunho and Hyejin crossed paths.

genre` – fluff and crack, add a little spice of angst

pairing` – jang yunho x named!reader

warning` – mild cursing, mentions of cheating, toxic relationship, i think that's all :D

note` – this is based on a thai movie OMG! Oh my girl (highly recommend for you to watch it!) please reblog or like if you love it! you can also tell me your opinion abt this fic in the ask box! i tried making it a 'he fell first, but she fell harder' kinda trope CUZ WHO WOULDN'T FELL HARDER FOR THE ONE AND ONLY JANG YUNHO????

💬: I Like You, Hyejin

"I like you too, Seungjun"

The boy giggled in response to the girl's response.

Unfortunately, Seungjun isn't the male lead character.

As his friend confessed to his longtime crush, the male lead is only observing from a corner.

But first, let's get to know about the female lead before we learn more about the male lead.

Noh Hyejin :

- Has a lot of followers on ig

- Most of the girls don't like her

- A PLAYGIRL (based on the rumors!)

Jang Yunho :

- Future Kpop Idol !!

- Likes to Dance !!

- Mixed feelings about Hyejin :D?

During the second and third year, Yunho doesn't really know her in particular.

The two we're always bumping to each other, but Yunho didn't even give a single shit about it.

"Excuse me, do you have any coins I can borrow?"

Hyejin asked him, as Yunho fished into his pocket to get some coins.

Before he could gave it to her, a boy suddenly appeared out of nowhere put a coin in a vending machine.

Yunho just looked at him; mouth gaped while holding the coin.

"I do.. have a coin" the boy spoke while he is out of breath, Hyejin was about to pick the bottle water from the floor but the boy was fast enough and handing it to her.

"Thanks.." She said grabbing the bottle water from his hand, the boy put his arm on her shoulder as they start to walk away.

Yunho then scoffed at the sight.

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Until one day..

A magical moment floated by..

Suddenly ₩5000 flew in front of them, they stared at it before Yunho suddenly rushed at it and Hyejin followed; Yunho's hand was above Hyejin's, so Hyejin removed her hand but when Yunho was about to get the money, Hyejin put her hand on the other side of the money.

"My hand was under yours." Yunho said while looking straight to Hyejin.

Hyejin then grinned and said "But now it's not, is it?"

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"Thank You" Hyejin said while getting the chocolate drink from the counter.

Hyejin then handed Yunho the chocolate drink and the change, saying, "Here." Yunho took the chocolate drink and the change, stating that "I've never thought of you to be someone like that." "Like what?" Hyejin said, slightly lifting her right brow. Yunho continued, "Greedy."

"But we can't be equally at fault," Hyejin mocked, crossing her arms, "you're more at fault than me, because I got ₩2000 and you got ₩2100 plus a chocolate drink."

Yunho then turned at the chocolate beverage in his right hand and stated, "Oh, this is to silence me." Hyejin merely nodded.

Yunho then returned his gaze to the sky, saying, "Fine, I won't tell anyone." He drank the chocolate drink while his pinky was up. Hyejin then noticed his pinky and pondered something. "Promise?" Hyejin said, pulling her pinky up and brushing it against Yunho's pinky.

Yunho stared at her, surprised, and Hyejin chuckled, "I thought you wanted to pinky swear."

"I'm going." Hyejin said while picking her bag from the ground. Yunho watched where she was going until she disappeared from his sight.

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"Hey, Yunho. I need your advice." Yunho's friend inquired, then continued, "I'm interested in this girl. Give me a pick-up line."

"Are you in high school, Seungjun?" Yunho expressed to his friend. "I haven't seen anyone ever confess their love successfully yet," Yunho added.

"It's usually, casually talking and then becoming an item," Yunho said, looking at him blankly, "I don't know, I'm impatient." Seungjun added, "I just wanted to try my luck."

Yunho then scratched his head and glanced at the ceiling, trying to come up with a pick-up line in response to his friend's request.

"Uh.. then try this." Yunho suggested, "Walk over to her, don't say anything, then send her a text telling her that you like her, in front of her.. Sounds good?" Yunho said, "Damn!" Seungjun exclaimed, shakily waving his finger, "That's awesome!"

"You know I'm joking, right?" Yunho asked. "Your mind is anti-anti social network, huh?" Seungjun went on. Yunho glanced at him, puzzled. "I know you're deep," Seungjun remarked, patting Yunho on the shoulder. "Thanks a lot, bro," he murmured as he walked over to her. "Sure.." Yunho simply nodded and grinned awkwardly.

Yunho couldn't figure out why that worked. Yunho was upset that his friend had stolen his shot. Unfortunately, it began to rain.

But the joke is on Seungjun, because Yunho knows that Seungjun never carries an umbrella on him.

Yunho then opened his umbrella as he watched his friend and her become soaked.

Suddenly, the rain became heavy and the wind became stronger, forcing the umbrella Yunho was holding to be blown away by the wind, leaving him being drenched.

Seungjun and Hyejin, we're cheerfully running while holding hands in the rain. Meanwhile Yunho.. erm.. his good!

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"I was explaining it to you!"

"What?"

"What the hell are you trying to explain?"

"You've never trusted me, right?"

"From what I saw, I can't trust you anymore."

Yunho was merely sitting in the corner, listening to the couple's conflict.

"Then do you want to break up? Let's do it." Hyejin cried. "Just say it."

"Say it," Hyejin mumbled, her voice shaking. Seungjun then began to distance himself from her. "I'm not breaking up!" Seungjun screamed from a distance.

"Shit." Hyejin murmured, brushing her up and sat at the corner.

"You're thinking I'm stupid, right?" Hyejin asked him while looking at floor, Yunho then stand up and went to her slowly. "Well, you're not stupid" and sat next to her, "You're just.. a masochist."

"i just found out.. when he's with you, he's like this." Yunho continued, Hyejin then scoffed. "What the hell's wrong with him? Always breaking up, or should I just called it quits?" Hyejin said trying to hold her tears. "Hey.. I'm not giving out pointers, but.. it depends, do you like to cry or not?" Yunho suddenly asked. Hyejin nodded, "You're so sharp, Mr. Knife." Hyejin then looked at him, "Your sharp words have dried my tears up, see?"

"By the way, this is known as giving pointers," Hyejin explained. "Hey, I mean it.. I'm not good at consoling people." Yunho said, "Well.. anyway, why don't you ask your friends for advice?" Yunho said, "I did ask Ryujin for an advice." Hyejin gave Yunho a look. "But instead she told me off. She's easily irritable." Hyejin said playfully, Yunho chuckled, then observed, "Then asked someone else." Yunho then noticed Hyejin's mood drop, "Hey.. Don't tell me, you don't have any friends?" Yunho asked. Hyejin then stared at him, her eyes welling up, and Yunho chuckled loudly, pointing his index finger at her.

"This is so unfair," Hyejin exclaimed, "I really don't understand. 'I change guys often.'" Hyejin continued, "I've only had two boyfriends. If I don't say anything, I become a snob. But if I'm friendly, they say I'm a slut. I know the guys who befriend me don't want to be my friend. What am I supposed to do?" Yunho then began to slowly pat Hyejin's back, "I don't have any friends, no one wants to be my friend!" Hyejin screamed angrily. "Am I supposed to be careful about what I say to people? Why isn't anyone blaming the guys?" Hyejin asked.

Yunho then just stood there staring at her, not knowing what to do to make her stop weeping. "Hey Hyejin, what's stuck in your tooth?" Yunho questioned, quickly pulling his phone from his pocket and taking a photo of Hyejin, then showing Hyejin the photo while laughing and saying, "Look! You're as hideous as a monkey. So damn ugly."

Hyejin then began to cry again, which caused Yunho to glance at her in fear. Yunho then looked aside and began to think of a method to make her stop sobbing again, but when he looked at her, he discovered something on her hair: a cockroach. Yunho stared in terror at the insect.

Yunho hurriedly snatched the bug from her hair and stood up, his left arm raised in a fist. "What?" Hyejin inquired, perplexed. "Cockroach," Yunho replied, anxiously glancing down at the floor. Hyejin hurriedly rose to her feet, seeking around for the cockroach, and said, "Shit! Shit! Where?! On my head? Yunho, aren't you afraid?" She looked back at Yunho, seeing his left arm raised, and she gazed at it confusedly.

Yunho then shakily opened his palm, and the cockroach moved in his hand till it went into his sleeve, causing Yunho to scream in panic and shuffle around so the cockroach could flee.

He then hugged the side railing, his face contorted with dread, which made Hyejin giggle. Yunho gave his hand to Hyejin for support, which prompted Hyejin to step closer and grab his hand. Hyejin then pulled out her phone and used the chance to take a photo of him as payback.

💬 (Hyejin) : [sent a photo]

💬 (Hyejin) : HANDSOME!

[sent a photo] : (Yunho) 💬

[sent a gif] : (Yunho) 💬

↑ Your Brother? ↑ : (Yunho) 💬

Hyejin then looked at the message, her mouth dropped open, and she looked at Dongsik, tapping his shoulder with a pen she was holding, "Dongsik, has Yunho ever done anything like embarrassing?" Dongsik snickered and pulled his phone from his pocket, showing Hyejin an embarrassing photo of Yunho in his gallery.

💬 (Hyejin) : [sent a photo]

💬 (Hyejin) : A person or A dog?

💬 (Hyejin) : [sent a gif]

Yunho scoffed at the message and repeatedly pressed the gif he sent, causing Hyejin's notification to balloon up due to his spamming.

They kept messaging each other even at night as time passed.

💬 (Hyejin) : That's enough

[sent a gif] : (Yunho) 💬

💬 (Hyejin) : My phone crashed

[sent a gif] : (Yunho) 💬

[sent a gif] : (Yunho) 💬

And so on; Yunho isn't stopping, and neither is Hyejin. Ryujin, Hyejin's roommate, just stared at her blankly while holding her phone.

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"Well.. I think I'm someone who is not good at anything. I don't have a clue what I'm going to do after graduation. Like, there's nothing I want to do or anything I'm especially good at."

"It's so damn sad."

Yunho then returned his gaze to the busy area, where people were dancing while a band performed in front of them.

"I don't think so. My Mom's friend is like you, constantly changing jobs, but she seems happy trying out this and that." Yunho suggested, "Why don't you give it a try, like a reviewer?"

Hyejin then grinned at him and added, "Then what about you? Why do you want to be a kpop idol?" Yunho then looks around at the folks in front of them. "Because... I wanted to show them what my talent is and what I am good at," Hyejin replied playfully, "For real? I've heard so many idols say that words everytime."

Yunho then sighed, "I just wanted some clout." Hyejin's eyes opened, causing her to gaze back at him before looking away again, and she clapped her hands, "Now that's the real one!" she exclaimed. Yunho broke out laughing.

As the music became louder and more people began to cheer, they looked around the room. Yunho returned his gaze to Hyejin and leaned in close so she could hear what he was about to say. "Hyejin, do you wanna join in there?" he asked, pointing at the crowd.

"Never mind. People are going to talk," he changed his mind. Hyejin then squinted at him, observing his facial expression. "Well, if you want, we can go there separately," Hyejin said, so he could hear what she was about to say.

Yunho nodded and rose up, offering his hand to help Hyejin stand up from her seat; she held his hand while standing up and thanked him afterwards.

"Excuse me," Hyejin said as they walked through the crowds, sneaking glances at each other while watching the band in front of them perform.

TO BE CONTINUED | next – EP.2 – New dude

[soft-imagines]

Main Characters

y/n (you)

17

adopted

student at seoul academy of the arts

part of the kim family

•••

kim seiyeon

30

oldest sibling

older sister

successful model + author

•••

kim jinhwan

24

older brother

successful singer in ikon

•••

kim eunjae

adopted

6

younger brother

1/2 of the twins

child actor

•••

kim eunbyul

adopted

6

younger sister

2/2 of the twins

child actor

—————

ateez

resident bad boys

also a pretty badass dance group

•••

song mingi

19

rapper

lowkey softie bad boy

•••

jeong yunho

19

mingi’s best friend

vocal

the nice bad boy

•••

choi san

19

vocal

the “bad boy” bad boy

•••

kang yeosang

19

vocal

1/3 of pretty bad boys

•••

jang wooyoung

19

vocal

2/3 of pretty bad boys

•••

choi jongho

18

vocal

youngest of the group

baby bad boy

•••

kim hongjoong

20

leader + rapper

intimidating but not really bad boy

•••

park seonghwa

20

oldest of the boys

vocal

3/3 of pretty bad boys

—————

lee yubin

18

y/n’s best friend

friends with soyeul and naeun

•••

yang soyeul

17

close friend of y/n, yubin, and naeun

•••

song naeun

17

close friend of y/n, yubin, and soyeul

[ateezmakemeweep]

richboy!yeosang (part 5)

word count: 6k

angst, fluff (tw: postpartum depression)

(part 4) (miniseries masterlist)

kang jang-mi was born at seven pounds, four ounces on what felt like the hottest day in june. 

your friends sat anxiously in the waiting room, the last remaining quarrels about if it’s a boy or a girl quietly spoken and much more positive. mingi and yunho could only sit there sharing side-eyes and smirks, your slip up in the coffee shop filling them with excitement. 

“i still think it’s a boy,” jongho says, “i’m confident.”

“i already bought the it’s a girl balloon so it better be.”

“well i bought the it’s a boy balloon so...”

yeosang walking into the waiting room stops the conversation immediately, a smirk crossing his face at the two different types of balloons. the boys are up and out of their seats immediately, rushing over to the new father with a flurry of questions and comments.��

but the man is used to this type of chaos from his friends, silencing them with a single finger before attempting to get to all of their questions - or at least some of them. 

“y/n and the baby are okay. she can only see two people at a time and she personally requested mingi and yunho first.” 

disappointed sighs and groans leave the other boys as mingi and yunho shoot up from their seats, scurrying over to yeosang who shares a knowing smile with the couple. 

“wait, wait, wait,” jongho says when the three men turn to leave, yeosang looking him over questioningly. 

he watches with a growing smirk as his youngest friend grabs a blue balloon before snatching away san’s ‘it’s a girl’, offering them both to him expectantly. 

“which one?”

multiple heads of innocent bystanders and smirking staffs snap to the big group of men, surprised gasps leaving all of them when yeosang wordlessly takes the pink balloon and pushes mingi and yunho toward your room.

chaos erupts from the other group of boys being left in the waiting room, other bystanders and nurses watching along with wide-eyed expressions. 

“i told you, you silly fuck!”

“they got it wrong. i was- i was so sure.”

“did she really ask for us or did you feel bad that we were stuck with them?” yunho chuckles out, yeosang sharing a smirk with the boy as they walk down the hall.

“a little bit of both,” he says, stopping in front of the door and peeking inside. 

he can see through the window that your eyes are shut, the sweat once dripping down your face gone as you lay completely still and relaxed. 

the labor had been hard but you’d gotten through it well, to no one’s surprise. 

you squeezed his hand while you screamed and cried, swearing you were never gonna do this again and will only trust in condoms from here on out. you blamed him for his “kink for elevators” and only didn’t burst out laughing because he knew you were in pain. 

but now as lay still and healthy, your baby in the newborn unit adjusting to the new world, he feels a different type of content. all the fear and anxiety about the unknowns settled with the simple fact that you’re okay and the baby’s okay. 

“they’re both doing really good, though. y/n’s not mad at me anymore for getting her pregnant so that’s a good sign,” yeosang chuckles, his eyes looking toward you lovingly before meeting yunho and mingi’s gaze again.

“we got to talk and we wanted to ask you two something,” the boy says, his eyes moving from yunho to mingi before hardening slightly. 

“i wanted yunho as the god parent but y/n insisted that you have to be as well,” he says, underneath the mock look of disdain and irritation an intense happiness and warmth everyone can clearly see. 

“i don’t know want you thinking this was my idea. so... what do you guys say? wanna be godparents?” yeosang smiles, the overwhelming look in yunho and mingi’s eyes making him chuckle; they both look ready to cry and scream in joy. 

“maybe try to not let my daughter now you’ve tried to kill me on multiple occasions,” he adds to mingi, the boy rolling his eyes despite the way he reaches out and pats his shoulder. 

the movement’s a little awkward and unfamiliar but neither of the boys say anything, an unspoken respect and liking for each other that’s come about within the past years.

both of them know the other would never do anything to hurt you purposely and they know the same will be said for jang-mi. 

“of course, are you kidding me!” yunho chuckles out, pulling yeosang’s smaller boy into his. “thank you, yeosang. that’s so... this is gonna be so cool.” 

yeosang smiles and nods his head, looking back at you to see you’re now sitting up awake and stretching your arms up.

the three boys bursting through the door cause you to look over and smile lazily, a quiet, “hi,” before you’re promptly pulled into a hug. 

“be careful,” yeosang growls at mingi, the taller boy ignoring him completely; of course he was being careful, you just pushed out a baby a few hours ago. 

“how you feeling?” yunho asks before his smile widens. “i’m asking as, you know, the godparent...”

“you... asked them without me?!” you whined softly at yeosang, smacking him in the stomach as he throws his arms up defensively. 

“you were sleeping, baby, you said it was okay,” he whines back, bending down to peck a kiss on your head. 

“i know but i still wanted to-” 

the nurse knocking on the door rips your attention away, eyes wide and alert as you think she’s about to tell you something is wrong; but then she’s there smiling softly, holding a pink blanket with your baby wrapped up in it that causes mingi and yunho to gasp quietly. 

“oh, my god.... she’s so small,” mingi whispers, yunho snorting next to him as he throws his arm around his shoulder. 

“what’d you expect? she’s a baby,” he responds, watching as you so naturally take the baby in your arms. 

you’d always been a little scared of just how delicate newborn babies are, feeling awkward or nervous to take them or hold them in the wrong way. 

but it’s like the eight and a half month journey had made everything easier and more natural, the simple inclination you have even just to hold her properly something you couldn’t have ever imagined.

“come here,” you mumble softly, yunho and mingi moving closer to the bed to get a good look at her.

and as far as babies go, though they think they might be a little biased, they have to imagine she’s the prettiest one they’d ever seen. a head full of hair already and eyes gazing up at them curiously, alert and calm and making them coo quietly at her. 

“are we allowed to hold her?” yunho asks.

but before he gets the chance, five bodies barreling through the door with the nurse’s “wait, two at a time please!” distract all of you, the rest of the boys rushing through to get a look at you and the baby. 

“let us see, let us see!”

“i can’t believe it’s a girl.”

“wait.... don’t tell me they’re the godparents.”

if you thought the bickering that went on after the boys found out about who you chose as god parents was bad, you weren’t nearly prepared enough for your first month as a mother. 

your once peaceful and quiet apartment had quickly turned into chaos. it was the 7th night in a row you were awoken by your little girl’s screams and you weren’t sure if you could take much more of it. 

the first week was strangely blissful, you and yeosang taking shifts to feed her or check on her in the middle of the night. 

“mom, i’m telling you, everything is strangely.... really good?” you said on the phone foolishly, going on and on about how easy your baby was. 

how feeding her always went smoothly, how she basically slept through the night unless one small cry echoed through the baby monitor.

how you and yeosang loved just sitting around the house and watching her sleep or look up at you two curiously. 

how you couldn’t believe you’d gotten so lucky to have, both, an understanding boyfriend and well-behaved infant. 

but that all quickly changed one night, a summer thunderstorm you’re almost positively traumatized your daughter to the point of tarnishing her near-perfect sleep schedule. 

now she cried on the hour to just be held, feeding her at the normal times but then screaming her head off when you tried to place her back down. you’d fallen asleep in the chair holding her one too many times to count, tired and drained and just wanting to relieve your heavy eyes. 

yeosang admired your composure and helped along side the way, waking with you and kneeling down watching you hum softly or rest your eyes; but then you cracked the 7th night and, similar to your pregnancy outbursts, it seemed almost out of nowhere. 

it’d been his turn to get up and feed her, the wailing and screaming that’s kept you up for nights silencing just a few moments after it started. 

whether it be your own curiosity or your new mother’s protectiveness kicking in, you peeked inside the nursery to see yeosang staring down at your daughter. both of them are completely calm and relaxed in the darkness, only the sound of her soft breathing and yeosang’s gentle hums. 

as you lean against the door and watch them, you feel a strange mix of warmth and sadness.

you knew you were right in your assumption that yeosang was gonna be a great dad. he was kind and nurturing and sweet, you saw it in the way he took care of you and the other people in your lives.

and jang-mi from the moment she was in the world loved him, looked to him and was easily soothed by him - you could just tell they were gonna have a great relationship.

but you.

you felt as if you were failing. 

the nights you woke to feed her, she typically screamed and cried for what felt like hours. she’d only settle down in your arms when you’d start to hum the same tune as yeosang right now, something you both did during your months of pregnancy. 

it felt as if at nights, that with her new fears and rocky sleeping pattern, that in times of crisis, she wanted yeosang. 

and a part of you loved that but another part of you couldn’t help but feel powerless. that even after a month of bonding with your baby, smiling and laughing and holding her, after months of carrying her and helping her grow, she didn’t seem to like you. 

yeosang caught your gaze and you smiled at him softly, giving him a tired thumbs up before trekking back to bed. 

you tried to push down your feelings and felt bad for feeling this way, a knot in your stomach and pain in your chest; it wasn’t about jang-mi and yeosang or you and him as parents as much as it was about you feeling completely incompetent. 

you couldn’t even get your own baby to stop crying faster than yeosang; everyone says a mother has a natural tendency to do that so why does it feel like you don’t? 

the tears in your eyes are unaware to you until you push your face into your pillow and feel the wetness seeping through. you can only stay there buried in shame and defeat and embarrassment, knowing that while you’re in here crying, your baby is doing fine without you.

yeosang comes in a few moments later, only small whines from his daughter as he placed her body in her crib. she looked up at him and he smiled softly, reaching out to pat the peach fuzz on her head until she fell fast asleep.

the past month has been tiring but worth it, crawling in beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“hopefully she’s good for the night,” he mumbled in your ear, his lips pressing against your head chastely. you only hum in response and at first he thinks it’s just because you’re tired but then he feels how tense you are.

how your shoulders are tight and your face is buried and it causes him to call your name gently. 

you’re not surprised that he’s able to tell something’s wrong, rolling over wordlessly and allowing him to see your tear-stained face. it immediately makes his heart sink, lips turning into a frown as he reaches out to dab at the wetness. 

“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asks lowly, voice sweet and tone deep and it only makes you break more. 

“you’re... you’re so good with her, yeosang,” you whimper out, his eyebrows pulling together as he wipes at your tears and pulls you closer. “you’re so good with her and she barely cries when you go in there... but when i go in there... i feel like i’m doing a terrible job.”

“what?” yeosang asks, genuine confusion in his voice as he pulls your face to meet his. there’s anxiety and sadness and defeat in your eyes, his hold on you tightening as he shakes his head. 

“no, no, baby. you’re doing so good and she loves you,” he reassures gently. 

“no i’m not,” you cry out, shaking your head as you feel all the stress and fear and anxiety from this pat month hit you. “i don’t know what the hell i’m doing.”

“neither do i, baby,” he says, a pout on his lips as he looks over your teary face. “we both still don’t know what we’re doing but it’s going well, no? i love you and she loves you.”

“no, it’s not,” you whimper out, burying your face in his shirt and feeling him sigh against you.��“and she hates me. she only wants you at night and screams when i go in there. why else would she do that?”

your words are wet and muffled but he’s still able to make each one out, his heart breaking as he gently runs his fingers through your hair. 

“every day and night has been different, my love. some days she’s been good and others she’s been cranky. we’re all still adjusting and that’s okay,” he says quietly, reminding himself these exact words in his own fits of panic.

because of course he’s panicking half the time too but he tries to be strong for you. be a rock for you in a way you’ve always been for him. 

“you’re doing so good, baby, i promise. she wants you every morning, have you noticed that? i can go in there and pick her up but she cries. she only stops when she sees you walk through.”

“that’s only because she’s hungry,” you mutter, a humorless chuckle leaving yeosang’s mouth as he shakes his head. 

“no. because i feed her, too. she just wants to see you in the morning, baby,” he mumbles, holding himself above you so his eyes can roam your face. he presses a kiss on your cheek, then the other, until he’s pressing them all over you and you’re pushing him away playfully. 

“you’re doing great, love. we both are and she actually likes us, i think,” he says, flopping back down before pulling you on his chest. similiar to his movements from just moments ago in the nursery, his hand runs through your hair gently and you fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

and sure enough, when you wake up, you hear cries coming from the nursery that have you springing up and out of your bedroom. yeosang’s holding jang-mi and he smiles knowingly at you, pressing a kiss to your head he passes her to you and her wails stop.

the next few months, you both became a little more confident in your parenting abilities. 

changing diapers was easier and waking up for nightly feedings was like clockwork, falling into a steady routine that consisted of yeosang taking online classes and going to work three times a week. 

on the days he was out, one of the five boys would come over and keep you both company - yeosang’s demand that one of them keep his girls busy and happy while he’s out. 

jang-mi was a little over six months now, laying on the floor with mingi while you cooked for the three of you. your days were the same at this point but you loved each and every one, cooped up in the apartment as you watched your baby grow and meet all her milestones. 

you’d been there for all of them and you prided yourself on that. the first time she smiled at you, the first time she reached out for the toy san had gotten her, the first time she-

“y/n!” 

you ran from the stove to the living room at mingi’s loud voice, rushing inside to see your best friend looking down at your child like she’d grown 3 heads. 

“what? what happened?” you ask frantically, rushing over to get a good look at her; she’s not crying and you don’t see any blood, those are already two reassuring signs.

“she just said my name!” 

and it’s at that you start giggling into your hand, covering your face and shaking your head because “mingi, she just turned six months. she can’t talk yet.”

“but she did! she just did! i swear she said-”

there’s a pounding on your front door before seonghwa, san and wooyoung enter, the three boys not even acknowledging you as they rush over to the baby on the floor. 

“hi to you guys too,” you huff, watching the boys crowd around the jang-mi with shouts of “hey, y/n!” a giggle leaves your mouth before you ditch the meal and order pizza instead, calling yeosang to see if he’ll be home soon.

“hey, baby. how it’s going?”

“the boys showed up so i just ordered pizza,” you tell him, watching as jang-mi giggles at san and wooyoung making funny faces at her. “are you gonna be home soon?”

“what, you miss me or something?” 

because after all this time you spend together now, more often than not during the week, leaving each other proves to be more difficult. you’d think you two would want a break from each other but him leaving is by far the worst part of your days on monday through wednesday. 

“yes,” you admit softly, his deep chuckle causing you to giggle softly. 

“i’ll be home soon. probably 30 minutes, just finishing up some stuff. will you be able to last that long?”

you roll your eyes and let out a scoff as you make your way into the living room, insisting to your boyfriend you’ll do just fine before your eyes catch mingi and jang-mi smiling at one another.

“oh. and you’ll be happy to hear that mingi thinks jang-mi’s first word was his name.”

“oh, bullshit,” yeosang snaps, a loud chuckle leaving your mouth that grabs said man’s attention. 

“it was! i heard her say it!” 

“she doesn’t even like you!” yeosang says loudly through the phone, the image of him screaming in his office making you giggle. you hang up before the two can start to bicker more, sliding your phone onto the table before sinking down onto the couch.

you’re still tired these days but the boys coming over helps, allowing you to relax while also watching jang-mi play and have fun. 

you don’t know when or how you doze off with the chaos, you just know that one moment you’re watching seonghwa tickle jang-mi and the next, you’re waking up to yeosang placing a kiss on your lips. 

“hey, love,” he mumbles, kneeling down to meet your gaze on the couch. you smile tiredly as you bury yourself into the cushions, pulling him closer to you and mumbling that you missed him.

“i know, baby, i missed you too,” he hums. 

because if there’s one thing he noticed throughout parenthood, it’s that, somehow, your relationship has only gotten stronger. 

you both have the same fears but also have the same things that make you happy - and that’s each other, your baby, and the headache inducing friends currently talking shit to your child. 

“they’re so gross, you’re gonna have a brother soon, mark my words, miss jang-mi.”

“nah, it’ll be another girl, i know it for sure now,” wooyoung says, dabbing at her face full of applesauce. “you’ll be an older sister, little lady.”

“he thought you were a chicken, mi, you really can’t take his word for anything.”

you and yeosang share an amused look before he pulls you to your feet, guiding you over to the table before quickly pecking your cheek. he takes jang-mi for a diaper change as you talk and laugh with the boys, everything about your life right now far too perfect.

it was a rough start but they all made it a little easier.

you were lucky to have a great support system, albeit a little insane, that made this transition easy. 

there was nothing but love and admiration between all of you, their eyes lighting up every time jang-mi giggles or concern flashing when she stumbles down clumsily. 

like when yeosang comes back into the main room without jang-mi fifteen minutes later, they all jump up and demand to know where she is. 

“you idiots tired her out, she fell asleep in the middle of a diaper change.”

and with the baby sleeping and the rest of the night to yourselves, you and yeosang are quick to all but kick everyone out of the apartment. there’s loud protests and mock hurt from the boys but they know deep down, you two rarely get a minute to yourselves these days. 

mingi gives you a parting wink and you roll your eyes, waving goodbye to the boy before yeosang closes the door. he turns to see you cleaning up the table and quickly stops you, tugging you by the waist before promptly throwing you down on the couch.

you land with a giggle as his body covers yours, lips meeting yours in a kiss that quickly has your legs wrapping around his waist. 

it’s been a while since you two were able to do something as simple as make out, feel him under you as you straddle his lap or suppress your moans as his kisses down your neck. 

but right now, something as silly as kissing and giggling and roaming hands on the couch feels exciting. it feels the same way it did in the pool house all those years ago, fresh and fun and exciting. 

full of a passion that you hoped even then would never burn out. 

and not even now with a baby has it. not even with a real ‘adult’ life have you two ever felt as if that connection was gone.

“i love you, you know that?” he mumbles into your skin, your cheeks warming and stomach fluttering as you look up at him. there’s a soft pink glow to them that makes him smile fondly, his hand cupping your cheek gently. 

you can only nod shyly, your own softly spoken “i love you, too,” mumbled into the living room. 

the sky is an array of pink and orange, the sun just about to set before darkness paints the windows of your apartment. 

it’ll be a night for movies, snacks and resting your head on his lap, his hands playing with your before one of two things happens: jang-mi wakes up and you bring her out or you fall asleep and yeosang carries you into bed for the night. 

the latter had seemed to happen a few hours later because one minute, your head’s resting on yeosang under a blanket and the next, you’re placed down on your soft, cold bed. 

you let out a tired whine and yeosang smiles down at you, mumbling that you fell asleep before quickly joining you; it’s wednesday which means yeosang’s home for the next four days, your smile widening at that reminder before you move yourself closer to him. 

his days off now don’t mean you can sleep in but instead, wake together. make breakfast for each other while watching your child giggle and smile in her high chair. 

you used to go to the park on the days it wasn’t too cold but now with winter approaching, you’re usually cozied up in your house with the fire place burning and a cartoon on. 

switching between giving attention to each other and jang-mi, who promptly wakes you both up at 5:30 in the morning. 

you insist that yeosang sleeps in more, pushing him back down numerous times before he pins you to the bed and demands for you to go back to bed; a pout covers your lips as you shake your head but it’s like your tired eyes don’t get the memo.

“you worked for the past three days, you need to rest,” you whine tiredly, his eyes rolling because he’s positive sitting behind a desk and talking with his coworkers is a lot easier than taking care of a baby.

“i’m well rested, thank you, love,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pulling back. “mi will have to settle for her dad today.”

the two and a half hours of sleep were great but when you woke up and saw pancakes ready for you and yeosang and jang-mi laying together on the couch, you could’ve burst into tears on the spot.

he was talking softly to her, singing her name in a little tune before you heard his deep chuckle.

“what’s so funny?” you ask, both, his and jang-mi’s smiles brightening at the sound of your voice. she immediately opens her arms up for you and you take her happily, pressing a kiss to her head before looking at your boyfriend. 

the scent of pancakes is more prominent in the living room, looking over to see a plate of pancakes sitting atop the stove.

“thank you for breakfast,” you say softly, the smell filling the apartment making your stomach growl. 

“thank you for finally listening to me and sleeping in.” 

you roll your eyes before bringing your food over to the table, sitting on the floor as you watch jang-mi babble and play with her toys next to you.

she’s been babbling for the past few weeks now so when you hear her quiet, little “gigigi,” you don’t think much of it; but then when yeosang bursts out laughing again, you have to look to him with your mouth stuffed full of pancakes.

“what?”

“do you think that’s why mingi thought she was saying his name?”

a loud laugh bubbles out of your mouth causing jang-mi to jump before joining along, her own giggles and your reaction causing yeosang to snort into his hand. 

he’s quick to whip out his phone and record her, her smile and giggles quickly shifting when she rolls on her back and starts to play with her toes. 

and when mingi watches the video yeosang sends him a few moments later, he can’t help but gleefully send back that not only does his own child like him more, he said his name first.

it was a nosy, crotchety old woman at the food store that sparked the conversation of marriage between you and yeosang. 

you two were shopping for jang-mi’s first birthday tomorrow, her smiley and giggling form in the front of the cart, when an older woman commented on how beautiful she was. 

“thank you,” you smiled politely, you and yeosang sharing that same, warm look any time someone compliments your child. 

“you must’ve been a young bride, dear, you look like a baby too,” she chuckled, a smirk on yeosang’s lips as you let out a forced, almost strangled laugh. 

and it’s then the woman’s eyes move down your body to your ringless left hand, a look of judgment crossing her face quicker than you can believe. 

“oh... or not a bride, that’s....”

“none of your business, now is it lady?” yeosang says, his tone just as deceptively kind as hers even with the bite in it. 

she walks off with a huff and dirty look thrown your way, a smirk on your face before you push him down the cereal aisle. 

it bothered you a little bit when you first found about jang-mi, getting pregnant and not being married, but those feelings quickly went away when you thought about how silly that was. 

marriage is something that’s different for everyone and for you and yeosang, even with a baby, it’s not something you inherently need. you already live together and live your life as a married couple - all that’s left to do is blow money on the ceremony and go away to a tropical island. 

yeosang can’t help but be a little bothered by the woman’s words throughout the day, though probably because they were directed toward you, but he noticed you weren’t upset at all about it. 

you carried on in the store and at the house like normal, setting up decorations and planning the meals while he put jang-mi to bed by wrapping her in her birthday onesie. 

“hey, baby,” you hear him say, turning from your spot at the stove. 

he presses your back against it and you smile into the kiss, tilting your head coyly when you pull away. your eyes roam his face because you could tell that woman’s comment irritated him, you just weren’t sure why. 

“are you okay?” 

“mhm,” he hums lowly, his hands reaching up to run through your hair. “why wouldn’t i be?”

“i don’t know...” you mumble quietly, a smirk pulling at your lips before you bring your hand next to your face to wiggle your fingers. “maybe because we’re sinners who aren’t married.”

a snort leaves yeosang’s mouth as he shakes his head, pulling you by the waist in typical fashion to bring you over to the couch. you two plop down as you get comfy on him, resting your head on his shoulder and basking in his comfort and warmth. 

you’re not sure how long you sit in a comfortable silence for, you just know that everything is calm and quiet and it’s such a contrast to this time last year. when things were chaotic and you felt like you wouldn’t be able to handle motherhood.

when you weren’t sure how you and yeosang would be, if the dynamic and household was gonna be so different that it ended up breaking you guys down as a couple. 

and while things changed, it seemed to be for the better. it only made you two more happy and more secure, wedding band and your official last name as kang aside. 

“i don’t mind not being married,” you assure him quietly, because you know that’s the elephant in the room right now. 

“i don’t... want us to get married because we had a kid. i want us to get married when the time feels right. maybe when we’re both actually out of school or something,” you chuckle out, remembering when that was your original plan for popping out a kid. 

yeosang feels a weight lift off his shoulder as he looks over at you, unsurprised in the slightest that you not only knew what was wrong, but that you were able to calm him down.

assure him in a way that made him know you guys always seem to be on the same page when you effectively communicate about things. 

“i feel the same way,” he says to you, tightening his hold on you before pressing a kiss to your head. “even though if you wanted... i’d go out and-”

“buy a ring right now,” you tease, shimming over until you’re sitting on his lap. you twirl your fingers through his hair. “i think you’re just eager to buy the wedding ring.”

“duh, it’s gonna be flashy as fuck.”

your face pulls into one of disgust and he can’t help but laugh, knowing on more than one occasion he’s thought about what kind of wedding ring you’d want.

“i’d kill you,” you mumble, the last of your sentence getting cut off when he slams his lips on yours. 

“shut up,” he mumbles back, you giggling against his mouth before you move your hips over his teasingly. 

your clothes become littered on the living room floor before your naked body runs into the bedroom to grab a condom, the promise that you screamed through labor every bit true as you roll the latex over yeosang. 

“are you ever gonna trust birth control again? i miss feeling your warm, tight pus-”

you sink down on him and chuckle when he lets out a moan, rolling your eyes and riding him on the couch with the reassurance that, a month later, you won’t be needing to get another pregnancy test just yet. 

“no, no! say wooo-young!” 

“gi....gi.”

“woooo-young.”

“gi.....gi.”

“wooyoung.”

“gigi.”

everyone around the table snorts at the look jang-mi throws her uncle, her sweet little voice just as stern and face just as dumbfounded. 

“i told you guys, i’m her favorite,” mingi boasts, taking jang-mi from her seat and smiling when she clings on to him.

her first birthday consisted of cake, bickering and pink decorations placed throughout the apartment. her pile of toys in the living room and nursery doubled from the amount of gifts today alone, a giant dollhouse taking up a good portion of her room now.

it’s where she’s currently dragging mingi and, begrudgingly, wooyoung off to, showing them all her dolls and cars that they’ve gifted her throughout the first year of her life. 

you and yeosang watch her walk off, the two boys crouched and awkwardly walking like crabs so they’re down to her level. you both share a smile before yeosang pecks your cheek, cleaning up the leftover cake and plates while you share a smile with yunho. 

“can you guys adopt a baby?” 

you’ve never seen yunho’s face turn a brighter shade of red in your life, his hand reaching out to smack your arm lightly. 

“are you crazy?”

“oh c’mon,” you whine, a playful smile on your face as you poke his stomach with both pointer fingers. “isn’t it sweet watching mingi with a baby? he’s barely grouchy anymore.”

“maybe around her,” he scoffs, your eyes rolling because you know mingi isn’t as happy and pleasant around anyone as much as he is his fiancé - though next month, you’ll be able to say husband. 

it was quickly planned but the two decided to have a summer wedding, july 21st with none other than jang-mi as the flower girl. her dress is yellow and has been hung on her door for weeks, excitement rushing through her every time she sees it. 

“okay well then after the wedding, of course,” you wink, his eyes rolling; but you also don’t miss the shy smile and warm blush on his cheeks, knowing very well those two would create the best home for a child. 

yunho thinks maybe they would too, watching how quickly and naturally mingi surprisingly is with children. 

yeosang plops down next to guys and chastises you for bringing it up again, knowing from the look on yunho’s face you were probably begging him to adopt a cousin for jang-mi.

“oh c’mon, but wouldn’t it be cute?” you say, smiling up at yeosang in a way that causes him to tap your nose lightly. 

“it would be,” he mumbles, before pulling you closer to him. his lips ghost over your ear and it’s probably far too intimate a move with all your friends here but he does it anyway, having no regard or care in the world.

“or she could just... get another sibling.”

you narrow your eyes and smack his arm lightly, reminding yourself to stack up on more condoms when you go to the store tomorrow. 

“yeah, right. not for another year, yeosang, i’m serious.”

a smirk crosses his face as he nods his head, pecking your lips lightly before watching your daughter run clumsily to him. 

he scoops her up as her giggle rings through the air, his lips smacking loud kisses on her cheeks as she squeals loudly; and it’s upon seeing that you don’t think you’d mind having another baby again.

because planned or not, confident in your parenting abilities or not, you know you and your little family are always gonna be okay. 

jang-mi reaches out for you and you immediately rise to your feet, fixing the tiny ponytail atop her head right before her and yeosang place simultaneous pecks on your cheeks.

“cuteeee!” wooyoung squeals, looking over at you before squeezing past and poking jang-mi in the arm lightly. “now tell me, little lady, who’s your favorite? mommy or daddy?” 

she narrows her eyes at the man like he asked her something unholy, looking between you and yeosang before throwing her arms around both of you. you share a small giggle and place a peck on her head, your eyes catching yeosang’s just as he smiles back at you. 

“both. i love mommy and daddy,” she says, her squeaky little voice causing your smile to widen. 

“and gigi,” she quickly adds, a laugh bubbling out of you when everyone, including yeosang, let out groans and smack the favorite uncle in the arm. 

complete

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How would VAV take care of you when you’re sick

 Ask:  H-hello! May I request a VAV imagine and how they would take care of you when you’re really sick?? Thank you!

St. Van/Geumhyuk:

He’s such a father. He would feel terrible if you were sick. He’d be running back and forth getting you anything and everything you need. Geumhyuk wouldn’t let you step out of bed unless it was to use the bathroom or shower everything else is his job in his eyes. You can also expect homemade soup and a lot of it. 

Baron/Cheunghyeup:

Cheunghyeop isn’t really worried. He knows you’ll pull through, But he will stil refuse to leave the house until you’re back on your feet. Rather than being at your beckon and call, he’d be laying in bed next to you and watching films and tv shows and kind of hanging out with you while you get better. 

Ace/Wooyoung:

Wooyoung would be worried but not overly worried. He would gently take care of you, get you what you need but still manage to make time for work and you. He absolutely loves taking care of you. It’s one of his favorite parts of being your boyfriend. But he hates seeing you sick so count on like a lot of home remedies. 

Ayno/Yunho:

Yunho is very susceptable to colds so he will take care of you from a distance. He would fear getting sick alot with you so when push comes to shove he asks his mom to help or his group members. It’s not that he doesn’t want to take care of you he just can’t afford to get himself sick. 

Jacob/Jang Peng:

Panicked baby doesn’t know what to do. Therefore he will be more apparent as moral support when you’re sick. So he’ll just hold you, talk to you and make sure you’re comfortable. If he can do anything for you like run to the pharmacy and pick up medicine he will but in general he is more moral support. 

Lou/Hosung:

Such a mom. Look Hosung will keep you strapped to the bed and not in the fun way. He won’t let you lift a finger and won’t let you do anything that ccould further your sickness. He wants you well and happy that’s his priority when taking care of you. 

Ziu/Heejun:

When you’re sick, you’re sad. he is your happy pill and will try to make you smile. Heejun hates seeing you ill and depressed. He will put on funny movies, feed you soup and end up getting it everywhere. Think Chaotic Good. 

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get to know me tag

tagged by @fellateez thanks sweets <3

Rules: tag 10 people you’d like to know better.

Nickname: pls call me L 

Birth year: 2000

Sign: Leo

Height: about 4′′12/152cm don’t say it ik 

Put your playlist on shuffle and name the first 4 songs:

Nct-Baby don’t stop

Suho x Jane Jang-Dinner

Ateez-Light

Ateez-Treasure

Grab the nearest book & turn to page 23, what’s the 17th line ?

Well for one I don’t read I’m not a fan of reading so for fun here is my favorite lyrics sang by my love Yunho from Ateez’s ‘Light’ “...It was you, my shine light came like fate, true light looking at each other in the night sky starlight...”

Have you ever had a song or poem written about you ? nah not really 

When was the last time you’ve played air guitar ? probably last month while i was jamming out to Imagine Dragons- I’m so sorry bc yeah that’s gewd.

Celebrity crushes ? basically all my Korean men I stan :p

What is a sound that you love/hate ? 

I love the sound of rain

I hate the noise of when someone smacks their lips together while eating

Do you believe in ghosts ? yes for as long as I can remember I’ve been a big believer. *hey demons it’s ya girl L* sorry

Do you believe in aliens ? I mean sorta, sometimes I just gotta be really convinced 

You drive ? If you so, have you ever crashed ? nope, tbh idek when I’ll ever get the chance lol

Last book you have read ? like I said I don’t normally read books, but the last  book I picked up and closed the first page bc I’m lazy was Stephen King’s book: ‘The Bazar of Bad Dreams’

Do you like the smell of gasoline ? sorta eh not so much 

Last movie you saw ? Venom

Do you have any obsessions right now ? my bias Yunho, my whole playlist of kpop music, oh and these two comebacks from Ateez & Astro can they really be hurting such a soft stan

Do you tend to hold grudges ? yeah but they last a day or so lol fr

Are you in any relationship ? just kpop

going to tag @ballerida @eshika0102 @duh-jojo @wooyoungsss @ultvisual @sominsunn @multiuniversefan @jamjamjaemin @jaehyukie @visualgiggles