#justice for minjae

[misscancermoon]

just because I accept it, that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

[srirachaz]

i think i actually need minjae to produce more songs like wdym he hasn’t produced any of the xikers songs he produced geek as kq fellaz 2 and that’s easily one of their best songs if not their best song

[fcbalding]

RICE COOKER??!??!?

[laskyy]

hiii, how are you? i wanted to request smth for xikers!

could you please do a reaction to their partner (gn) giving them flowers?

thank you and have a great day!!

Hiii!! I'm doing good, and I hope you are too! Thank you so much for requesting and I am deeply sorry for the wait but I was dealing with some personal things and I had no motivation!!I hope I made your request justice! Happy reading and again I am so sorry <3 (also sorry for any mistakes I didn't proofread!!)

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Xikers reaction to their partner giving them flowers

Pairing: GN!reader × xikers

Genre: fluff

Contains: a lot of affection, xikers being wholesome

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Minjae:

Minjae had been working really hard lately and every time you hung out with him he just looked so tired it broke your heart!

So you thought you should do something to cheer him up!

You came up with the idea of giving him a gift but you didn't know for sure what to get him.

You thought to what he had gifted you throughout your relationship and what had he surprised you with most of the time?

Flowers!

Yeah, that's it you would give him flowers!! You hadn't done that before so you were both scared and excited for his reaction.

Minjae opened your door and saw you with your hands behind your back.

"Hey baby what do you have there" He asked with a tired smile.

"Just a little something to cheer you up!" You said as you removed your hands from behind your back and showed him the bouquet you got.

"A-are those for me" He asked as he reached for the flowers.

This reaction made you think he didn't really like them.

"Well yeah but if you don't-"

"I LOVE THESE THANK YOU" He said as he hugged you tight.

"No one has ever given me flowers! I love this! I have to put these in water and cherish them forever! I love you so much! I have to brag to the memb-" he said as he went to get a vase and you watched him with stars in your eyes.

"Seriously thank you! This means a lot, now I get why you love getting flowers so much!" He said as he gave you a kiss and hugged you while he stared at the flowers.

Junmin:

You and Junmin were out on a date. It was a sunny day and you guys were walking around while holding hands.

Eventually you guys passed by a flower field that was filled with the most colourful and beautiful flowers and you couldn't help but notice how mesmerized Junmin was by them.

"These flowers remind me of you! I'd love to be around this field at all times it reminds me of you!" He said while smiling and kissing your head gently.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, and flowers make me happy and relaxed you know?" As he said that you couldn't stop thinking about it.

Because of that, on the day after your date you found yourself in a flower shop trying to find the flowers that looked the most like the ones of the field.

You decided to ask one of the ladies who worked there for help and you even showed her some of the pictures of the field and she was able to help you get the perfect bouquet.

When you got home Junmin was sitting on the couch.

"Hi lov- ARE THOSE THE SAME FLOWERS AS THE ONES WE SAW YESTERDAY?"

"Yes! Do you like them?" He didn't answer as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

"I'm so thankful you remembered what I said! Thank you for this really!"

He would not take his eyes off of the flowers and he would also fill his camera roll with pictures of the flowers and of you of course!

Sumin:

The past week your boyfriend had been spoiling you almost everyday so you decided to pay him back as the sweet partner you were.

You decided to get some flowers that had bright colours to match his bubbly personality and in the end you were really happy with the results.

Today you and him agreed to hang out at your house.

When he arrived you opened the door with the bouquet hidden and you noticed he also had his hands behind his back.

"I see we both have something to show" he said in a playful tone.

"I guess we do! Should we reveal what we're hiding at the same time?"

"Good call I was also gonna suggest that!

"Ready?" He asked

"Yeah!"

"One"

"Two"

"Three!"

You both revealed what you had behind your backs.

To your surprise, Sumin pulled out a bouquet identical to the one you got.

"DUDE YOU GOT ME FLOWERS?" Sumin asked in shock with a red tint in his cheeks.

"Yeah! And it seems like you also did!" You said as you both accepted the flowers the other got you.

"We're so perfect for each other! I love you!" Sumin suddenly said as he bumped his forehead with yours and stared at his new flowers lovingly.

Jinsik:

You were out with some of your friends as you hadn't hung out in some time.

You guys were in the mall just window shopping and ocasionally buying something for yourselves or a loved one.

You got the idea to gift Jinsik with something, but you weren't sure what to gift him with.

You eventually gave up on the udea for now as you hadn't found anything that caught your attention.

As you were exiting the mall with your friends you noticed a small flower shop in the corner and got the best idea for a present.

After gathering the prettiest flowers for your boyfriend you headed to his dorm and prayed he was there.

You knocked and fortunately you were greeted with your boyfriend's pretty smile.

"Hey cutie what brings you here?" He asks as he opens the door for you.

You came in and managed to hide the flowers from him.

"I wanted to give you something!"

"But it's not my birthday?" He asked in a confused tone.

"I know but I wanted to give you something just because!" You said as you showed him the bouquet.

"Oh! These are really pretty!! Thank you baby! Now I know why you chose this as a gift!" He said as he gave you a cheeky smile.

"Because they are gorgeous like me!" He said laughing and that made you laugh too.

"But seriously thank you so much for thinking about me love I appreciate it so much!" He said as he hugged you tight and put his chin on your head.

Hyunwoo:

You and Hyunwoo were just chilling on his bed, you were laying with your head on his lap while he played with your hair and sang softly.

You couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach because of his beautiful voice.

It was so soothing you closed your eyes, and that allowed you to visualize what his voice made you think about.

It made you think about flowers with pastel colours.

And that gave you an idea.

After your little date you basically ran to the florist to get the flowers you thought about.

When you gathered the ones you liked the most you went back to your house and looked forward to surprising your boyfriend tomorrow.

It was the beginning of the afternoon when you went to your boyfriend's dorm with the flowers you bought.

"Hey bab-Those are beautiful! Did someone give them to you?" He asked clueless.

"No woo, these are for you!" You said as he motioned for you to come in and he took the flowers.

"They are beautiful! I've never gotten flowers before! What made you think of this!" He said as he made you sit on the couch as he put the flowers in water.

"Those flowers reminded me of your soft voice so I thought it would be nice to give them to you" you said shyly.

When he sat next to you, you could see his ear were red.

He reached for your hand and kissed it while laying his head on your shoulder and humming softly.

Junghoon:

Junghoon was resting at home from his surgery and he couldn't do much as he had to recover as fast as possible.

You visited him almost everyday and thought that he might be bored doing almost the same things everyday.

So you decided to get him a gift everyday now until he gets to walk around again!

Now you just needed to decide what to get him everyday...

That was the hard part until you really thought about your boyfriend and his personality!

Sure he might look quiet and maybe intimidating to whoever doesn't know him but in reality he was a sweetheart who was just a little bit shy but always willing to help and be there for whoever needs him.

So you wanted to give him something that could remind him of how sweet he was! So you thought of flowers!

When you reached his house you headed to his room and gave him the flowers.

"No way, are those for me? Baby you didn't have to!" He said getting the flowers from you and reaching out for your hand.

"But I wanted to! Do you like them?"

"I love them! They're really pretty, I could get used to this!! Come here!" He said as he made grabby hands to you.

You and him cuddled the night away as he kept complimenting you and the flowers.

Seeun:

You and Seeun were out watching a movie he had wanted to watch for some time now.

The movie theater was basically empty so you and seeun were holding hands and making small comments from time to time.

On one of the scenes one of the male characters received flowers.

"Oh you don't usually see something like that!" He said quietly as he smiled at the screen.

"Did you find that cute?" You asked genuinely curious.

"Very!" He said smiling at you giving you an idea.

The next day you went to his house with a flower bouquet similar to the one you both saw in the movie.

You rang his doorbell not even hiding the present you bought for him.

"Hi bab- NO YOU DIDN'T I LOVE YOU SO MUCH" He pulled you in a tight hug and got the bouquet from your hands.

"I'm glad you like them!"

"I don't like them I love them! And they smell amazing! Thank you so much love! I have to preserve these forever!!" He said running to get a vase.

Yujun:

You and Yujun were on a date in a garden that had a lot of beautiful plants.

"Oh look at those ones baby! They're really pretty!" Yujun said pointing to a group of pink flowers that rrally caught both of your attentions.

"They really are! Let's go see them up close!" You suggested as you grabbed his hand and walked to the flowers.

The staff that worked at the garden explained everything realted to those flowers and you couldn't help but think that the flowers matched with your boyfriend completely!

When you were almost leaving, Yujun said he wanted to go to the bathroom so you took the time to head to a built in flower shop in the garden and got Yujun a bouquet of those flowers he liked.

"There you are! I was looking for you" he said as he put a hand on your back which was tuned to him.

As you turned around and handed him the bouquet he was speechless but had a huge smile on his face.

"I can't believe you! I love this! I love these flowers! And I love you!" He said hugging you tight and giving you a kiss as he held your hand in one of his hands and the bouquet in the other.

Hunter:

You and Hunter were facetiming as he was in Thailand visiting his family.

"I miss you so much baby! But I'll be there in two days! It'll come faster than you think ok?" He said giving you a sweet smile.

"I miss you too! And I can't wait to be in your arms again!" You said pouting.

"Aw I can't wait to hold you again too" he said smiling lovingly at you.

"I have to go love, my parents are calling me to have dinner! I love you please take care of yourself" he said blowing a kiss.

On the day before his arrival you decided you wanted to give him something at the airport, so you decided on something that he gave you a lot, flowers!

So you went and bought flowers for him and you hoped he would like them.

You were currently at the airport waiting for your boyfriend to walk through the gate while you held the bouquet you got for him.

As soon as he saw you he started running towards you and didn't even notice the flowers. He picked you up, spun you around and gave you a kiss that showed you just how much he missed you.

"It's been forever since I've seen you! Oh are thkse for me?" He asked smiling.

"Yeah I wanted to give you something babe!" You said giving him the flowers.

"Baby I love these and I love you! Now let's head home I miss cuddling you!" He said as he drapped an arm around you and smelled the flowers.

Yechan:

Yechan was working way too much these days and he had been stressed because he couldn't get to arrange a song the way he wanted to, so that caused him to spend a lot of time in the studio, by himself.

That obviously concerned you because you thought he probably wasn't eating well, sleeping well and he probably wasn't in a good mental space!

So you decided that you had to do something for your boyfriend, because you wanted nothing more than to see him being happy!

You went to his favourite restaurant and bought him his favourite food alongside some drinks to bring to him.

But that didn't feel like it was enough so you decided to get him a nice surprise to cheer him up, flowers!

You went to a florist and got some really pretty flowers for your pretty boy!

When you got to the studio it was already pretty late and you could see yechan's back.

He was wearing headphones so he didn't hear you come in, so you tapped his shoulder and he turned around confirming he was exhausted.

"Hey! What are you doing here it's late?"

"I could ask you the same thing, but instead I'm just going to give you this!" You said showing him the flower bouquet and the takeout boxes from his favourite restaurant.

I guess the emotions were just too much for him because he started crying and you didn't hesitate to hug him and comfort him until he calmed down.

When he did he strated venting to you and you kept reassuring him.

"Thank you for taking your time to come visit me and just for being amazing! By the way I love these flowers! I'm going to keep them here in my studio at all times to remind myself of the amazing partner I have back home!" He said as you kissed his cheek and hugged him.

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I am very sorry for the late update and I am sorry if these sound repetitive I tried my best but let me know your thoughts! Have a great day <3

[chiiyuuvv]

fate encounter type thing with minjae where like yn and minjae run into each other in a convenience store and both go for the same ramen cup but its the last one and they stank eye each other before they randomly do rock paper scissors and yn wins the cup ramen but minjae still wants it so he keeps trying to convince her to atleast share and and and aaaaah

• PAIRING — minjae x fem!reader (i used she alot to refer to yn)

• GENRE — crack heads, angry co-worker, more crack heads.. i think thats it

• WORD COUNT — 641

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — i loved this request smm!! I hope i gave it the justice it deserves 😌😌

• TAGLIST — @hyunukitty (and yes 1 is worst, 10 is best)

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"ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS!!"

the workers and shoppers stop when they hear the random shout, turning their heads to watch a girl and boy quickly slam their fists on their hands, the boy letting out a scream of defeat when the girl opens her palm, indicating paper.

"I swear, it's something everyday." One of the workers mumble, rolling their eyes when the boy falls to the floor, bringing his hands together to beg to the girl.

You were that girl. You were a regular at that convenient store, always known to cause some type of trouble everyday. You decided to stop in, not only to annoy the workers, but to try their newest ramen flavor.

Everything was sunshine and rainbows when you noticed there was one left, skipping towards the container and placing your hand on it, only to feel another persons hand on it. You look over to find a brown and blond haired boy look over at you, giving each other the stink eye at the same time.

And when you declared rock, paper, scissors, you were a little nervous to lose, as you really wanted to try it. But that didnt matter, you won, holding back your laugh as the boy begs to you. "Pleasee~ theres enough for two, we could always share!!" He bats his lashes, sticking out his bottom lip.

And for a second, you almost gave in, quickly shaking your head and finding yourself a drink to go with your meal. "What can i do, so that we at least share."

"Hm, I dunno. I don't really share with random strangers."

"I'm minjae!!" The boy greets himself in a flash, blocking your way as he brings his hand out with a smile, wanting you to shake it. You look the boy up and down, before turning away.

"I'm twenty, currently in school. I really wanted to try that flavor too, so i was hoping if you would share!!" He follows you, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I know there's some kindness in you." He pokes your shoulder, a pout on your lips.

"Hmm.." you think to yourself. "Nah." You shrug your shoulder, handing your food to the cashier. "Come onn!!" Minjae yells, the cashier rolling their eyes yet again.

"Ooh, ooh i know!!" The cashier fakes a smile. "If i flip this quarter, and you get heads," he points to you, "and you get tails," he points to minjae, "you have to get out."

"Hey, thats not fair." You cross your arms.

"Fine, fine, if its tails the boy wins." The cashier flips the quarter in the air, minjae giving you a little smirk when the quarter lands on the table. "Heads!!" The cashier yells, minjae letting out another whine.

"HA!" you cackle, taking your ramen and walking to the exit door, turning around to stick your tongue out. "Ah, its okay kid, you can have this flavor instead, its pork instead of cheese."

"WHAT!" you stop in your tracks, minjae's turn to cackle. "Switch!!" You yell, throwing the ramen to the boys chest and reaching for his. "Ah, ah, ahh!! How about this." He reaches over for some paper and a pen, scribbling some numbers down. "Text this number, and maybe I'll consider." He winks at you, your face red as he walks out of the store

"And that, was how i met your father." You finish your bedtime story. The 'kids' clapping, some gasping. "Minjaes got rizz!!!" Hunter shouts, the said boy rolling his eyes with a scoff.

"Not really, but i love him anyway." You lean over to give minjae a kiss on the cheek, the boy smiling cheeky at you as the youngers groan in disgust. "Get a room!" Seeun yells, jinsik throwing a pillow at the couple.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He gets up, grabbing your hand. "Good night!"

"Good night!!"

[bambisgirl]

fancam! 08. i’m heeseung from enhypen

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“hello.” you hear a soft voice behind you.

you aren’t dumb (well, more or less). you saw heeseung going with his members and manager backstage to take some pictures after the performance, freaked out, then saw him coming back and freaked out even more.

you aren’t like the other girls, though. you don’t want him to think you’re a desperate fan — which you truly are — and just give him the impression of a cool, confident camerawoman who definitely isn’t shitting her pants at the very slight sight of him.

so after sneakily seeing him make his way to you through the many cameramen and staff, whispering sweet apologies whenever he felt like he was disturbing their work with his presence in any way, you turned around immediately and pretended to work on the settings on your camera.

“hi, i’m heeseung from enhypen.” he continues, scratching the back of his head. you finally turn around to face him, trying to seem as casual as possible.

it takes everything you have to not piss your pants right here, right now.

you know heeseung is beautiful, but… oh, up close — he’s absolutely ethereal. his features are so soft but manly at the same time and his face was still glistening with the smallest layer of sweat. his lips are tinted and glossy and he looks like a lost deer with his pretty dark eyes. camera doesn’t do him justice at all.

“i’m the guy you’re filming, you know—”

“hi!” you try to be chill but the sound that comes out of your mouth is an excited squeak. “i’m y/n, the one who films you.”

“you’re so— um, you’re doing such a great job.” he smiles shyly and looks down at you with doe eyes. “everyone complimented my fancams.”

“i know! you’ve been trending on twitter for a long time!” you exclaim, holding yourself back from clapping your hands.

“you’ve been searching my name up?”

“no— what?” you widen your eyes. “my— shin minjae told me that.” you blurt out the first name that comes to your mind, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat.

“oh.” his face lightly drops but you don’t notice. “i’m sure he did.”

your phone starts ringing before you can say something and you quickly take it out from the back pocket of your jeans.

“oh, it’s just my uncle.” you sigh. “my god, i’m so single.” you whisper to yourself but heeseung hears it all.

“wait, you’re si—”

“lee heeseung from enhypen, let’s go!” his manager yells from out of nowhere through a giant megaphone, his members gathered next to him already.

he visibly cringes and looks around to make sure no one paid attention to the embarrassing way manager sejin called for him.

“i’m so sorry, i have to go. it was so nice meeting you, i hope we’ll talk again soon!” he throws a sweet smile and you could catch a glimpse of the little dimple on his right cheek. “we have a stage tomorrow on show champion!”

yeah, like you could forget.

“bye, heeseung! you’re so cool!” you wave.

you said the first thing that came to your mind and mentally punched yourself, but heeseung left with a smile after hearing your compliment.

he hasn’t smiled in a long time.

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notes: it’s heeseung from enhypen

PAIRING. idol!heeseung x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS. you’re a rookie camerawoman for kpop music shows and you’re designed to film lee heeseung’s focused fancams for this enhypen comeback. you know he’s just an idol but… you spent $500 on a 4k mirrorless full frame 12.1 mp camera just to catch a better glimpse of him. 

GENRE. social media au with written parts, humor, romance, fluff

[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

Now Part 4 !! || —> Next Part 5.

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From warmest lungs come whitest clouds, a humble gift of the sun that is simply heaven bound; and this is the beauty of the cold rainy days, to show us what it is to feel the humid droplets of rain threatening to spill out the grey clouds,

But even though it is a gloomy image spreading in the distance, with the ground flooding and the windows ratting with,

The day still seems as important and as magical everyone imagined it to be. The bride and groom were happy nevertheless, and at the end of the day, their wedding photos turned out absolutely beautiful to their expectations.

The preproduction of the venue was up to date to the theme that the bride has wanted it to be, a simplistic white theme with roses and a three-tier expensive looking cake, along with family and close friends to cherish the lovely day with.

Rumbling guests chattering amongst themselves, even the priest— who was picked on the last minute because somehow… Jisung has begged Johnny to be the priest. The real reason was because the original priest who was booked, has dipped and refused to go and do the job due to the heavy storms today.

The place however, was soon to be interrupted by two police officers roaming in as freely as if it were their home on a Sunday evening back from work. Areum never invited them but she ignored the presence, as she looks down at Nayoung and Minjae.

“Hey, go and play with Dalli and Daehyun. Oh and stick to Uncle Doyoung and auntie Jisoo.”

The children skip around with a big smile, together meeting with the two slightly older twins; and the couple sitting by with a champagne in their hands, looking like a rich older sophisticated couple. The large venue also invited Haechan, who would Jisung be if he didn’t invite his ‘favourite hyung’, right?

Kun, Yangyang and Renjun were let off work, all thanks to Jeno’s boastful invite . These three soldiers were surrounded by Mina’s co-workers from the daycare nursery.

And finally, Areum had to bring her three plusd Mark ,Karina and Mr Ahn. Her boss was surprisingly half drunk already, dancing on the dance floor as if there was no tomorrow. Mark and Karina roaming the food aisle section, digging in freely.

Areum notices a taller figure shadowing over her, voice rutting, her clearing it obnoxiously. She walks past the man, and he simply follows as he’d begin to pull the journalist outside the heavily occupied room, more quiet where the alcoholic drinks were.

“I don’t think you were invited.” Areum speaks first, cutting the detective like a deep blade ready to stab and stab all over again. The clear dislike for the police itself was really there and she did not bother to hide it. Baekhyun said nothing but his eyes fall down to his hands where a white letter with red writing opens up from the folds,

The journalist peaks down to the letter he reveals casually to her, with large red ink written title ‘Warrant’ as well as the courts justice signature for proof. The smug detective would watch the fallen disappointing expression on Areum, but somehow rolls eyes. As expected, of course they’d get a warrant to be extra careful and precise.

Areum looks away and Baekhyun puts the paper back in a square-four folds, tucking it back into the pockets fancily. “Now, I’m assure you know why I’m here so let’s get to the point.”

Another silent answer from Areum. Baekhyun begins to realise that the woman was merely ignoring his existence, as her focus was down on the food in the plates, nearly presented for the consumers to ear. He sighs dramatically “Unless, you want me to stay. Which I’m aware you don’t want that, so quickly give me a statement.”

He hears nothing from the unbothered woman. Areum curls the fingers at the small macaroons, taking a plate. She lifts the pink French classic dessert with the fingers, nomming into it as her eyes meet Baekhyun.

The man watches her eat, the woman humming in awe at the exquisite taste.

“Miss Park, can you cooperate with me here?” Baekhyun asks. Areum swallows the food, bringing the plate down. “Look, Detective. I already said my statement, which is I don’t know anything. Now if you please tag along with your boyfriend over there and get out.”

Baekhyun turns around seeing Chanyeol standing awkwardly like a sore thumb around the fancy dressed up guests for the wedding. Baekhyun looks back at Areum, clearing his voice. “I’m afraid I won’t leave unless I get a real statement.”

Areum gives a fake smile. Somehow, the police officer’s determination was aspiring, aspiring to failure , areum would think. Unfortunately for the man, who truly did nothing wrong to be disliked or hated; but the woman still somehow found ways to dislike his presence inside and out. Areum will be the death of him metaphorically.

No one can get through Park Areum and make her confess or find out any information from her. It’s impossible with journalists, and it’s even more impossible with a journalist like Areum herself.

“Very well,” Areum would say. “Completely your choice detective, stay. Enjoy my brother’s wedding.” She’d tell him, grabbing the plate and leaving with it to join the others. Baekhyun mentally sighs.

He has such an easy job, but it’s rather proven to be difficult when it comes to Park Areum.

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Jisung would pull the knife with Mina’s hands on top of his, cutting the cake slice open. The people massively clap and cheer, some whistling and some jumping around wanting a cake slice already to eat. The group gathering around,

Areum smiling as her camera focuses on the moment, capturing the wedding pictures.

“Now who wants a cake?” Jisung jokes about. Nayoung’s jumps up and down by the side. “Me! Uncle Ji, I want cake!”

“I will do the honours and spoon feed you, princess nayoung.” The groom dramatically tells, Mina smiling and laughing as she holds Minjae in the arms. Areum turns around to pinpoint the speaker with the music dj and sound track, slow dancing music arriving the area.

Everyone stops and gasps as they realise it is the time for the groom and bride to twirl in and begin the dancing spiral trail, where slowly others would join beside them for the beautiful night.

Jisung caught in a prance, Nayoung and Minjae fell off their hands to join the others, as the guests step back forming a small dance circle. The groom, wearing the enrich black and white tuxedo with a white rose pinned on the collar, looks in awe at the woman he can finally call his wife, for an eternity; The bride, looks back with just as amount of love and eagerness,

The man approaches, hands pulling the bride forward in a soft embrace with hands creeping round the waist so naturally,

Their bodies felt such a safe place hold for anything, it’s as if their bodies interlinked. Mina’s breathe hitches, feeling the way Jisung’s hands held a tight hold on the beautiful wedding dress. Slow music calming the busy venue, as it follows the couple.

Jisung whispers, only things mina could hear so clearly. “I dreamed of this day so many times, is this a dream?” these words of doubt was almost lethal. Mina’s eyes softening, as she moves her hands to hold on the jawline, their eyes reconnecting.

Mina smiling softly, the tip toes on short high heels perk upwards, lifting her body to lean in; the bride’s lips capturing a long lasting soft kiss on him. Jisung flustered, still had returned the kiss with the arms pulling his wife with help.

“It’s not a dream, love.” Mina encouragingly told. “This is real. I love you.” she confesses, their attached lips breaking apart and Jisung felt a rush of serotonin in the stream,

“I love you too.” Jisung utters, bewitched by a woman called now his wife.

Slowly, couples start to join the slow dance right after Jisung and Mina’s short confession. The Kim Couple; Doyoung and Jisoo, join the party very quickly as they slow dance nearby the bride and groom.

Jisoo resting her chest on Doyoung’s, as he leads the dance. Then Mr Ahn seemingly found himself a partner to dance with.

Jeno wasn’t going to be just fashionably late, if he weren’t to magically ask his own wife out to dance right?

Areum felt a hand next to her in offer come out, turning around to be met with dark Iris pupils gazing into her sulking eyes. The woman tuts the tongue, he hearing the light tongue kiss in annoyance.

“May you give me the honour to the dance, Miss Park?” Jeno sways forward, awaiting a patient answer. Areum sighs, “I’m afraid I already promised someone else a dance.”

The stubborn woman put up a fight, with all the right reasons to be upset if he were to be honest— very well deserved. He came late to her brother’s wedding, but he was more than devoted at the end to arrive at least when the dance for the couples began.

Jeno smirks, with that flirtatious smug that Areum always hated, but somehow, came to love over the years. “I’m sure you can make an excellent expectation and dance with me first.”

How persistent, Areum thought. He was most and definitely grovelling and will grovel for Areum at a week least. The hand stays still awaiting to be held, the woman looks at it and then up at Jeno. She slowly took the hand and lead to the dance floor with hundreds of people dancing in synch to the slow romantic lullaby on speakers,

Intense gaze hardly broke between them. Jeno was merely in a hypnosis, admiring how beautiful his wife was with the wedding clothes and maid of honour dress— with the way she was upset and trust Lord he knows it very well. He’s terrified with his wife’s anger, but he can deal to make up for it. He sometimes wonders, what Areum is thinking in that head of hers to be looking up at Jeno with such a deep magnifying eyes making him intimidating at times.

Areum mutters out, half annoyed. “You said you would make it here before the cake cutting.”

The man’s lips fall at a line, this was a situation that she wouldn’t really forgive him quickly. It is her only family member’s wedding, he was expected to be there from the morning and since he’s also a busy man with a busy job; she can understand he can’t be there in the morning. But the cake? He himself stated to her yesterday night he would be there on time.

Jeno softly speaks, he did feel guilty. “I know, I am sorry. I ran into traffic because of the storm, but that’s not an excuse. I should’ve cleaned my schedule for this.”

She sighs, her hands latch themselves on the sharp jawline, pulling jeno’s face down to match on the lips. Areum deeply kissing him and him in shock, he stands still with eyes closed. Muscular hands attaching deep on the hips through the dress fabric, areum lightly pulls apart from the cold lips that began to heat up from her own mouth’s warmth and effect she has on him.

He used to be so heartless and cold, Areum was his epiphany to a new life where he could be living comfortably in heat. Warmth he longed for so long.

“Forget it.” Areum orders. “Life doesn’t always go as planned. Sometimes life takes a complete left instead of a right. Do not feel guilty for something you cannot control.”

“And please, who would I be if I didn’t record this from the start?” Areum smirks, Jeno’s guilty and saddened face lit up with his eyebrows curving on his forehead. He smiles, “no way, you did that?” Jeno croaks out with a short laugh.

Areum nods, tilting head at the man. He smiles, leaning down kissing her lips once again. “God, you’re amazing.” He thrills out.

While couples were busy exploring themselves, the singles (cough mark and Karina) were left in some sort of La La love musical.

Karina hums bored, if anything the woman wishes to dance but the only guy her age of interest is Mark. Now, you might ask why can’t she just ask him to dance right?

Well, these two have some sort of rivalry for whoever is areum’s best assistant. These two are more like oil and water, mismatching and opposites— but at times, that opposites attract begin to form something called likeness. The co-workers merely are at stage one, pushing at stage two where Mark lee has become hypo aware of the feelings for Karina, but he simply…

Chooses not to confess even though it kills him to see Karina look at other people that isn’t him. He needs that little push to finally make him snap… Standing between the food on the long table, the beautiful Karina stands still as he turns around with his eyes, watching her intensely as he bit his lip to find the courage to ask her just one tinsy thing.

He can’t believe he’s about to ask his co-worker this. “Karina, do you dance?” Mark finally spoke, out of nowhere cutting off Karina’s inner thoughts and thinking.

She turns around raising an eyebrow at him, “yeah, why?” And that is when the sudden confidence has disappeared, crushed and hidden away. The boy stutters, looking ahead at the couples dancing in front of them, no longer looking into her pretty eyes. “No reason.” Mark coughs.

He couldn’t see the immense disappointment painting on the young woman’s face, Karina sighing lightly. What else was she expecting, Karina thought that maybe, just maybe, Mark might ask her; but clearly not. She turns around no longer looking at Mark who greatly upset her,

But a tan slender hand forward invades the eyes. A young guy came forward to ask the pretty girl if Mark wasn’t going to do it. “Would you like to dance, miss?” Karina looks up hearing the guy with a challenging expression and a smirk forming on the lips with ease and confidence oozing out— something Mark lee is lacking right now.

She raises her eyes, judging Haechan from head to toe. She never met him, but she definitely seen of him. “You’re miss park’s friend right?” Karina questions.

“Awh you remembered me. But yes, indeed that’s me.” Haechan curls forward, eyes falling to side-watch Mark’s jealous expression with those dangerous round eyes of his marking Haechan when his face leans down to Karina to look closer and whisper words, that Mark could not bear to hear.

Haechan exclaims shockingly. “Areum never told me she had such a pretty assistant near her at all times. If she told me, I might be there twenty four seven.” Mark mentally gags hearing the younger boy flirt with his colleague.

Somehow he needs to thank Lee Haechan for his part in this conversation that no one hardly invited in to but only himself. Mark was done watching the man steal someone he’s been having eyes on a lot longer and with better intentions than Hyuck. The Canadian boy steps between them when Karina was thinking if she should do it as a plan B.

To the girl’s surprise Mark was blocking Haechan’s hand to be taken by Karina, the man speaking with control. “She already has a partner to dance with, go tag and find someone else.” Mark lightly spat, and Haechan whistles with hands in the air surrendering with no offence to fight back at the angered man.

“Whoa Marky boy, calm down. How about us two dance instead?” Hyuck teases with his eyebrow slit raising up to simply annoy the smart man in front of him. Mark glares with a raise of disgust by the thought of being held by Haechan, only because it’s Lee Haechan— if he was to be stuck for a day with him he would’ve killed him or himself .

It’s the hard truth but Haechan is just one of those people he has zero built up patience for and Mark, is a man of god who is patient for everyone 99% of the time.

“I already have a dance partner, it’s Karina.” Mark exclaims, with his hands falling to link themselves around Karina. The girl’s lips fall apart in surprise, watching Mark in awe. The man was glaring at Haechan, with a half smirk. Haechan exaggerating, gasps and complains. “Shame, she really is a dime isn’t she?”

With the chit chattering cut off for Mark’s timetable, he pulled the young glamorous woman in on the dance floor, Karina still as shocked as ever but nevertheless— thrilled and static with happiness running in her veins. These two dance their life away with each other,

Haechan sighs watching everyone dance. “Took him long enough to confess.” He spoke with shock and disbelief— if he were Mark who was in love with Karina, he’d be claiming her left and right. However the Canadian boy was much distant and slow at cooperating his feelings. Haechan could only do him a favour and act as a threat to Mark, making him seem interested in the young assistant.

He can’t believe it took him a small flirtatious action at Karina and Mark was shaking with boiling anger in his veins. Who knew Mark could be really intimidating and scary when jealous?

Travelling behind the scenes stands a silhouette figure, outshining and clearly not blending in the background nor the theme of the wedding. The young woman lurks like an eagle hunting, spying and scoping— seemingly to be looking for something or…

Someone.

Everyone was busy enjoying themselves at the party as well as keeping their best shoes on for dancing. The red hair man however, was not, his eyes caught on the moment her distant eery body language turns away from the crowd. She was taking actions of a loner, but who would be a loner at a wedding party?

The mysterious woman was a diamond piece, shining directly at Haechan who was an awful perk for having a diploma in nosiness. So when she suddenly heads out the entrance, finding the way to escape, The man follows her from behind.

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Green exit logo flickers off and on with the green LED light, a swoosh of nightfall breeze hitting in; the wrapped up woman taking one step out to escape, till something blocks the way. He cuts her off by the last door, leaning the rest of the body mass strength onto the doorframe. The woman looks up, questioning the man flashing her a flirty upwards smirk, deeply.

She’d pause. He spoke upbeat and extremely openly with his extroverted friendliness. “Hey there short peach, I don’t know you but I’m afraid I was in charge of the invites.” The girl hears silence once the upbeat man paused, merely for dramatic applause. He lightly whispers condescendingly with arrogance. “I don’t remember inviting your face round here.”

She raised an eyebrow. Despite the long and very strong accusations the young woman has shown no sign of botheredness. You’d suppose she is really going with the motto, fake it till you make it.

Ryujin disagrees, softly poking the hand blocking her way to exit, pulls haechan away as she walks away now. “Sorry I have a boyfriend.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone said that to me but ended up in my bed the next morning.”

The man said with a load of dump information, smuggling his eyes onto the woman to not lose track.

Body falls off the wall he has supported himself on to stop the girl from leaving. Haechan scrunched his face, balling saliva and tongue together at the corner of his lips, forms a ball poking on his right cheek. He was now, very much annoyed by the ignorant young girl. How dare she pull the ‘change the subject’ card on him. Especially when that was not his intention.

He was quick to turn around with a blank expression twisting into his flirtatious act. Following the mysterious stranger from behind. He knows she’s suspicious, his intuition and brain was raging it. “That’s fine baby, he really doesn’t need to know.”

Haechan half heartedly laughs, eyes squinting as his lips pucker into this annoying prat’s smirk that only high school fuckboys pull when they wish to harass girls for something; but instead it was Haechan trying to find out the truth of this stranger crashing his friend’s wedding. More like spying.

Not hearing a reply back, Ryujin was quick to gather on her motorcycle, tucking legs on the metallic feet paddles attach to the vehicle. She is reaching forward for the safety helmet but suddenly a tan thin spindly hand with miniature freckles takes it off the girl. The helmet was spun round the hand by a long index finger, flinging it like a yo-yo playtoy.

She lets out a soft growing growl as eyes scan where it was taken by the boy previously following her like an annoying stray dog without a home. She final glares, hands snatching the item rotating freely by the one thin finger. Haechan smirks watching how her agitation grows minute by minute.

“Short peach.” He trails leaning down to the small yet neatly structured motorbike roaring its engine out with bright clear headlights flipping on by the switch pulled. Ryujin scoffs, “you’re going to get hurt if you do not move out my way right this instant. Not that I care though.” Her lips push out with a dangerous smile. A smile that wishes pain on the boy.

“I love a little pain, darling. I am very much a masochist.” He teases forward, winking.

But even though this woman was a clear enemy of his who wouldn’t care if he were to die or survive. Haechan found it absolutely thrilling of his incurable boredom, because it was exciting to see such dynamite reactions from her. It’s been a while since someone wanted him dead— best believe it turns his boorish little unalive heart to beat again. He smiles mischievously.

“C’mon you entered and left. Aren’t you one of the guests, yes or no?”

Ryujin quietly utters out, tilting head. Oh how painfully she is torturing the boy in front of her. He is awaiting answers but all his questions were lead by another question. “Why so curious huh?”

“Well, I know for a fact Jisung is a loser who has no friends and somehow bags himself a woman he calls his wife now. The guests were either family or close friends. Now tell me, which one were you?” Haechan carefully interrogates the cyclist with crossed arms, though keeping steady weight on the bike so she would not ride off however she pleases.

Awaiting a response his face was met with Ryujin forward through the open small rectangle on the helmet. Eyes staring into Haechan’s black pupils, his eyes were as big as the sun itself considering she can see her own self in them. “Fuck around and find out, pretty boy.” Ryujin mouths.

Next thing the mere mafia solider knew was a strong breeze with rain hitting the bare nape behind his long mullet hair, body dropping simply by sliding off when the motorbike powerfully drives off the property with high fuel. Large black smoke inhale in the nose, Haechan coughs. He sees the trail of smoke leaving, letting the bike go free. But not completely free.

He grins like a nerd who has passed all his high school exams with a hundred percent. He stands up slowly, as haechan’s ears soon hear a loud beeping sound with red dot alert on the phone’s screen.

It was a map with a red dot moving constantly around. A tracker.

She did say fuck around and find out, Haechan thought. Little does the young woman know that she told this to the most annoyingly persistent mafia in the world who does not know when to give up.

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Though the night was young and wild, blasting their carefree relentless minds at ease with such bumming music dumping through the windows and walls making it impossible to not hear how loud their songs are— as well as their voices.

One person was surely feeling the need for peace and quiet however. That person, would be Areum. The journalist really wasn’t used to parties and constant music on, if she decided to stay in that party for longer she felt like her drums were going to explode.

Turning back around looking in the windows from the outside. Areum saw Mina and Jisung, smiling ear to ear, wide. The groom and the bride were only starting their first chapter of their life, she couldn’t be more happy for them.

The sweet moment has dimmed down once the time reveals the groom and the bride beginning a music change of dance disco genre. Areum squints her eyes forward, not believing her eyes. Mina and Jisung were doing a dance battle.

“And they say romance is dead.” Areum chuckles shaking her head, even if they are adults who just got married they still have time to be children themselves.

A shiver sent against the arms, Areum simply holds her body in an embrace keeping warm. It was colder at night but the rain really helps the weather to be freezing. The journalist stands nearby the car park, wearing the black formal dress fitting in the wedding theme from before. Hands shift back and forth down the arms sidelines, Areum’s lips softly blow out a white smoke coming out her mouth.

It was so cold that her breath was a white thick layers of smoke. But the cold was tolerable, surprisingly. Areum found it really peaceful, finding the inner calmness in herself to admire the full moon above in the sky. A large ball unable to miss it along with the stars that seem way too shiny on this day.

Just when inner peace was found, a guy stands next to her, tucking the cold reddish hands in the front pockets. He’d break the silence, “how come when disaster strikes it’s you always involved?”

Baekhyun questions turning his head only to the right direction facing her whilst his body stands straight, just like Areum’s. He wondered this question for eternity it feels like.

She speaks lowly as more smoke escapes her quivering lips. “A journalist job is to be present in everything.”

Detective Baekhyun goes amused, laughs a bit finding her reasoning fair but awfully witty. He simply radiates back the same energy response, raising one of his eyebrows at her.

“Is being stubborn and annoying a trait for the journalist too?”

“Mayhaps.” Areum turns her face towards Baekhyun, jokingly speaking back. “Is it cop’s personality to be crashing people’s weddings outta nowhere?”

He whistles hearing those words from the woman, fiddling on his tip toe shoes. “Touché. Fair enough. Can’t argue with you on that.”

“But seriously speaking now, won’t you tell me the truth? We both know very well you were the last person to see Mr Tong.”

“I have evidence and facts to prove that and easily detain you up in a cell for twenty four hours. The only reason I haven’t resolved into doing that is because I know you’re a clever woman.”

Baekhyun has caught Areum’s face faltering at every sentence he’s spoken with. All this friendly act and banter makes it impossible to like the detective because Areum, as stubborn as this will sound to many, she won’t open up even if it costs her life. Baekhyun’s threat does not scary her. She wouldn’t mind being detained for twenty four hours, in fact she wouldn’t care if she was detained for longer.

He hears silence. Areum went back to not speaking or answering him at all, because he confronted the problem that he needs answers for. It’s his job to do so.

Baekhyun softly lowers his eyes. “It’s frustrating to admit it but yes, you are intelligent and strong. I’m envious of that. You steal all of our cases because you’re quicker and better. But surely you have enough common sense to just own up and tell us your statement.”

Explaining how he feels this much pent up emotions he opened up so easily to Areum. But nevertheless the heartless hardcore work-alcoholic stays on her two glued feet on the ground. She can’t give up her parents case, she would have no choice but to hand it to the police. It wasn’t hers to begin with. She stole it. Baekhyun only want the case back, Areum told herself mentally.

She will uncover the truth about her family. She won’t give it up, that’s like giving up on her parents. Mr Tong didn’t die in vain for Areum to break and tell the truth to a detective out of all people.

Areum calmly said. “I already told you, I know nothing.” Baekhyun looks away in disbelief before turning to look at the formal clothed woman with a gaze.

“What if i told you I know what you’re digging up?” He trails quietly.

Areum raised an eyebrow amused, not believing one bit the bluff. “Hmm what would that be then, detective Baekhyun?” She lingers taking one step forward to the man, with her chin raised glaring with alluring eyes. She was intimidating him.

He takes a step back shuddering as the woman’s presence was far too much in control of the situation but he was desperate. Desperate for leads to the case himself. In fact he never intended to return it back to his chief, he wanted to do his own just like Areum. He slowly moves his hand across the leather jacket opening it, his fingers tap on the thin layer of paper resembling a thin photo.

“These are your parents, aren’t they?” Baekhyun spoke. The photo revealing to be two police officers just like the one Areum saw previously at Mr Tong’s place.

He saw Areum gulp her saliva down harshly, as she takes the photo by the edge softly with her fingertips. She does not break eye contact from the photo.

Areum softly spoke a whisper. “You knew them?” Baekhyun sighs out quietly. “Yes, I was an intern at the time. Your parents took great care of me at work. It was a shame when i heard they have passed away.”

The woman painfully closes her eyes and finally looks away from the photo. She pushes the photo card back into Baekhyun’s chest.

Areum harshly spat. “What’s your deal?” The woman fills her tone with wrath, this wasn’t how she planned her brother’s special day to be. “If you want me to back away from the case you’ll have to do a lot more than that.” Areum angrily said.

“Who said I want you to leave the case alone?” Baekhyun suddenly utters out confused. “My intentions were to team up with you. We both want to uncover the truth about them.” Areum let’s out a scoff hearing him speak about being partners, there’s no way she can trust a cop. She starts to walk away turning her back on the officer.

Areum kicks the stones underneath the fancy heels, as she quickly walks out with stomps indicating that she was really holding out her anger. How could he pull a photocard of her parents and think some sappy story could make her snap and crack to expose her crimes of stealing information from the police station. Even though she did technically steal it, she won’t admit to it. It’s her parents case at the end of the day and the police don’t help willingly.

It’s the sad truth. As Areum matches up to the entrance to join the wedding party once again, Baekhyun was quick to cut her off by jogging up and stopping in front of the woman. He forces her to look at him, showing her his pleading eyes and desperation on the face. She looks at him with her heart stopping temporarily.

Why did she feel like she could trust him? What makes him so familiar with her? Why was she actually crumbling for this detective? Areum hated this so much. She hates how soft she can get, and she hates how this detective specifically is devoted to her parents. Areum has discovered that they were police officers behind her back all their life, and what makes her so jealous and hurt is that Baekhyun knew that.

He knows them personally more than she could ever know them. He’s closer to them more than she ever was when they were alive and now that they are dead; she won’t ever have a relationship like he had with them. It hurts even more now that Jisung’s case is even worse. They died when he was really young.

“Areum, you don’t have to work with me but hear me out. People aren’t you are involved a lot more than in this case than you realise. People you wouldn’t expect.”

She pushes Baekhyun off, grunting at the words. “What do you mean? That doesn’t make sense. Me and Jisung are the only ones involved.”

Baekhyun stood still as he were pushed roughly by the two hands, he was suddenly quiet and hesitant.

“Lee Jeno, is involved in the case .”

Areum bites her bottom lip withholding laughter with all her resistance but the joke she heard was far too powerfully. Areum can’t help but think, what’s this nutcase talking about? He really must’ve went mad. The woman bursts a giggle holding the end of her head and stomach. Baekhyun wasn’t laughing however. He was plainly standing still as he watched her seriously.

She softly chuckles, but then noticing how Baekhyun is not laughing. She clears her throat and stops her behaviour immediately. She felt like her entire body shut down the answer and her brain was disclosing it awfully quickly not believing such a thing and she won’t ever believe it. Areum trusts her husband.

“Oh my god detective, you should be a comedian. Did you perhaps think about a career change?”

“I’m being serious, Areum. Jeno killed your parents.” Baekhyun spat half annoyed and the other half completely frustrated.

Areum blinks at Baekhyun not believing him whatsoever but grinning ear to ear at the detective. “Come on, don’t you think you’re being utterly disrespectful painting my parents death that way? How could Jeno murder my parents?”

The detective chides. “I have evidence to prove it. He planned the car crash.” Baekhyun quickly begins, trying his best to convince Areum otherwise. As he suspected before it’s not easy to get a journalist on their side.

“Stop!” Areum shouts explosively breaking down, frowning at the detective. “My husband is innocent. Do not speak low of my family, just because he is the mafia.” She spat backing away once again, glaring with hatred to the police officer. You’d think the police wouldn’t be prejudice but surely they paint the mafia so badly. Areum used to think so too till Jeno and Jaemin have changed her view point completely. “Now I’d appreciate if you never speak to me again.”

Said Areum threateningly. “Or else I’ll take this to court telling them you’re stalking me. That’ll surely take away your badge.”

The journalist stared at the broken detective as she turns away to go inside the building. But halfway in she bumps into a strong wood musk scent and a strong surface pulling her back preventing her to fall. Jeno was on his way outside to collect Areum, only to run into her coincidentally.

He flashes the confused woman down a smile. “Hey we’re about to head home so i was looking for you. Nayoung is getting drowsy.”

Areum with trembling eyes looks up at her husband, seemingly she zoned out watching her husband’s face, still questioning Baekhyun’s accusations. It still doesn’t make sense in her head but why point such a strong allegations onto him of all people.

She shakes her thoughts, she can’t believe she lets Baekhyun get the better of her judgment. How could she analysis the love of her life.

“Areum. Hey… you hear me?” Jeno worryingly said. She shakes her head awkwardly laughing. “Ah sorry I zoned out. Think I had too much to drink.”

“I’ll get the kids and meet you in the car. I’ll tell goodbye to others too.” She tells quick and Jeno nods as he watches Areum leaving inside the building to do as she said.

Jeno couldn’t help but shake the awful tension. Why was his gut feeling acting up?

Though the moment Areum was not in sight his dark menacing expression falls like paint on a canvas, when seeing Baekhyun chilling up front who was already watching the mafia leader. Jeno approaches forward, only to walk past Baekhyun.

The detective was watching Jeno as much as he pleases. Jeno felt his stare a little too obvious but nevertheless he wasn’t here to pick fights. Something tells Jeno that Baekhyun was responsible for Areum’s weirdly off putting behaviour…

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I wrote this last part on the bus bc i was on my way to school😭😭😭…

@onyourhyuck please reblog, like and follow me for more if you want to see updates! It helps out a lot lovelies <3

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caritas masculinas que quieran ver acá?

¡Ay! A quién no nos gustaría ver... Te dejaré una lista con un par de nombres que se me ocurren por ahora, pero puedes chequear nuestro tag de faceclaims sugeridos para ver muchas más opciones diferentes. También me gustaría a invitar a nuestros usuarios a dejar en comentarios alguna carita que sería de su agrado ver revolotear por el dash. ¡Espero te sirva! Archie Renaux, Kofi Siribore, Lee Jaewook, Louis Hofmann, Kim Minjae, Garret Hedlund, Jung Haein, Ronen Rubinstein, Honda Kyoya, Chay Suede, Keith Powers, Kim Dongyoung, Josh Heuston, Ok Taecyeon, Justice Smith, Dori Sakurada, Lorenzo Zurzolo, Do Kyungsoo, Thomas Weatherall, Algee Smith, Lee Soohyuk, Kendrick Sampson, James Supamongkon, Ahn Bohyun, Logan Lerman y Kim Junghyun.

🗡 CAÍN.

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CASTING CALL 010 ( AUDITION RESULTS )

after a successful audition, the cast for the drama has been found and the production is now underway. the final casting is officially announced on NOVEMBER 28, and the first script reading will happen on JANUARY 25. besides the guests, the whole cast will be asked to be present on that day. filming is expected to begin on FEBRUARY 13.

the drama (working title: BULLET INQUIRY) will be released twice a week on NETFLIX, starting in APRIL, with a total of 10 episodes. currently available details of the plot available reveal that the drama is a thriller following the newest recruits of a national intelligence agency as they investigate a terrorist threat and try to stop it before it's too late. however, things will not go as hoped...

MAIN CAST:

YANG AERI as Moon Sora

the drama will mostly be from the point of view of this character.

LEAD CAST:

KIM JINSEO as Jo Taejun

SHIN JIEUN as Oh Seoyeon

these two have prominent roles, and are necessary to the plot. they get a similar amount of lines.

SUPPORT CAST:

AHN YEIN as justice

BAEK SEONA as choi soojin

HOU MINGHAO as fan zhengyu

JO SUNHWA as ryu soyeon

OH RIEON as seo inwoo

OKADA TAIYOU as kisaragi eiji

SATO MINAMI as yoshida kotone

SEONG BYUNGHO as kim soohyun

YOON MINJAE as lee jaehyuk

while the supporting cast isn’t as prominent, they will still get a decent amount of presence in many scenes, and get to lead there own storylines as well.

GUESTS:

KIM JINHYUK as kang soohan

LEE ARIN as herself

LEE MINJI as herself

MOON HAYOUNG as herself

each will appear for a single episode only.

please understand that we tried our best to make the best casting decisions according to a number of factors, including skill points, experience, career path, auditions solo, etc. we also tried to be mindful of a muse’s age when it came to the romantic pairings. if you have any questions or concerns, please message us.

the next part, which will include characters and plot details, will be posted in JANUARY 2023, with the other trimester events !

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football asks: 15, 25, 40?

hiiii anon!! thanks for asking 🫂

15. Favourite La Liga club?

this is a really good question i do watch la liga every now and then but i’m not sure i have a favourite club? i must say watching sevilla kick it about relegation and somehow boss the europa league is entertaining and seeing as coco (and alejo atm) is there rn i’m fond, but apart from that i don’t think i have one!

25. What position would/do you play if you were/are a footballer?

i kind of played round the midfield and on the wing when i was a kid just having fun with my mates but if i could pick i’d either want to play as an attacking midfielder or a b2b dropping a little deeper. those are normally my favourite players to watch, but i think the way the modern fullback had evolved, that would be really fun too! (and probably one of the most demanding roles on the pitch)

40. Put together your dream XI.

ough anon i’ll be honest this is SUCH a difficult question… my brain is unfortunately currently suffering from illness fog so i’m not sure i could put together one that would do justice to the question LMAO. also i have a difficult time envisioning a dream xi simply because i always look for players to fit in with the current starting xi at spurs 😭 so let me repurpose the question a bit and say some players i wish we could add to our starting xi/bench: lee kangin, jeremie frimpong, florian wirtz, teun koopmeiners, kim minjae, a profile similar to zubimendi/locatelli, dearest hkane, etc etc etc. have missed so many little guys i’d love to see at the lane but hopefully the repurposing of the question is fine hehe 🤍

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who i can write for who i cannot write for

note; I mean no offense with the bottom line! this is not because I don't like the other members, I just may not know enough about them and fear I won't do them justice if I try to write for them QwQ

the members I might write for the most are in bold!

♡ ateez .

seonghwa . yunho . mingi hongjoong . yeosang . san . wooyoung . jongho

♡ enhypen .

heeseung . jake . sunghoon . jungwon jay . sunoo . ni-ki

♡ nct dream .

mark . renjun . jeno . haechan . jaemin . chenle . jisung

♡ p1harmony .

theo . keeho . jiung intak . soul . jongseob

♡ the boyz .

jacob . juyeon . kevin . q . juhaknyeon . sunwoo . eric

sangyeon . younghoon . hyunjae . new

♡ tomorrow x together .

soobin . beomgyu . huening kai

yeonjun . taehyun

♡ xikers .

minjae . hyunwoo . junghoon . seeun . hunter

junmin . sumin . yujun . yechan

♡ riize .

eunseok . sungchan . anton

shotaro . wonbin . seunghan . sohee

♡ boynextdoor .

jaehyun . taesan . leehan

sungho . riwoo . woonhak

© ultkyu (2023) do not copy or repost my works!

[mothernatureknows]

He could feel her gaze on him, without even having to open his eyes as lids weighed heavy from the hours spent into the night, and it brought a playful and almost mischievous curl to his lips. “You can take a picture if you’d like, Yeobo~” his voice came out more hoarse than usual before peeking at her through an opened eye. “I know I will.” (Minjae to Maddy after their first time)

"I really should," Maddy answers croakily herself, rubbing her eyes. "But I don't think the camera would do you justice."

After a very long, and quite adventurous, night, Madeline had the blissful pleasure of being the first to awaken. Immediately, she had felt the results of her and Minjae's nightly activities everywhere. One place definitely more than others, but really it just felt like one BIG, body ache. 

As slow as possible, she had sat up, quietly groaning at the effort. Just when she was going to assess the extent of what they'd done to each other last night, the sunlight had poured in from the window adjacent to their bed. It bathed her new husband in a soft glow, illuminating his body from the inside out. Maddy took a moment then to take in his soft skin, marveling at the moles dotting his skin and, somewhat prominent, her fingernail markings. 

She jumped slightly as she heard the rustlings of her new husband, haphazardly covering her lap with one of their wrinkled sheets. A prominent blush traveled down from her cheeks, all the way to her torso, her arms crossed over her chest. 

“...Did I hurt you?” she asks after a beat, tentative fingers coming forward to gently prod at the marks on his back. “You were wonderful to me last night, so I wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt you...unless you liked it.”

[dengswei]

[PLAY MUSIC GROUND]  #MCND Billie Eilish-bad guy  (Castle J remix ver.)

[chiiyuuvv]

📽 NOW PLAYING.. XIKERS

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💿 = full length 📀 = drabble 💽 = soft thought/hour 📳 = texts 💾 = request 🎉 = birthday 📟 = suggestive 🎧 = personal fav ⭐ = a hit (over 75 notes) 📌 = headcanons

All works are fluff unless stated otherwise

🎤 IMAGINES

🎬 kim minjae

▶️ car drive 💿

bestfriend!minjae takes you out for a drive after noticing how cooped up you are in your room studying for exams

▶️ astraphobia 📀💾

boyfriend!minjae comforts you during a storm

▶️ walk home 📀💽

classmate!minjae decides to take you home against your will

▶️ ramen 📀💾

you pick a fight with stranger!minjae over a new flavor of ramen

▶️ comfort 📀💽💾

anon has a dream where bestfriend!minjae comforts them after being diagnosed with bpd

▶️ photo booth 📀💾

boyfriend!minjae feels like he's just fallen in love all over again when taking silly couples pictures with you

▶️ sakura 📀🎉

it's like nature was responsible for you meeting stranger/boyfriend!minjae

🎬 park junmin

▶️ sick 📀

boyfriend!junmin makes you breakfast after discovering you woke up with a fever

▶️ jealousy 💿💾

classmate!junmin gets jealous when he finds you talking to someone else

▶️ birthday present 📀 dash of angst! also my birthdayy

you get a life sized teddy bear for your birthday

🎬 choi sumin

▶️ the street rapper 💿

you make friends with stranger!sumin when purchasing new paint

▶️ get up 📀💾

you learn that giving a kiss to boyfriend!sumin makes him want to leap out of his chair

▶️ fever 📀💾

you learn that boyfriend!sumin has developed a fever during his sleep

▶️ sugar rush ride 📀💾

boyfriend!sumin watches you go crazy after giving you a bucket full of cotton candy

▶️ massage 💿

bestfriend!sumin gives you a massage after you slept weird during your sleepover

▶️ his perfect world 📀🎉

you take boyfriend!sumin to your house and vise versa

🎬 ham jinsik

▶️ music Dat- Park 💿💾

bestfriend!jinsik confesses to you through song

▶️ feels like a dream 📀💽

inspired by rocco's song, feels like a dream

▶️ the claw of success 📀💾

classmate!jinsik helps you get that plushie that you've always wanted, but under one condition

🎬 choi hyunwoo

▶️ movie 💿 first ever post!

you run into stranger!hyunwoo, who so happens to have the same movie taste as you

▶️ lunging in love 📀💾

you fight over bestfriend!hyunwoo for the controller

▶️ sleeping 📀💽⭐

bestfriend/boyfriend!hyunwoo has a history of hitting milestones when you're asleep

🎬 kim junghoon

▶️ "..I'll just have to kiss you." 📀💾

childhoodbestie!junghoon convinces you that he's okay with his newformed scratch

▶️ concert confession 📀💾

friend!junghoon confesses his love for you on stage

▶️ workout 📀💽

you help out boyfriend!junghoon as he's working out

▶️ cinema 📀💾

boyfriend!junghoon comforts you during a sad movie

▶️ why so jealous? 📀💾📟⭐

you're jealous about boyfriend!junghoon's new video, and he isn't sure why

🎬 park seeun

▶️ pranks 💿

you decide to get your revenge on bestfriend!seeun after he pranks you

▶️ wake 📀💾

boyfriend!seeun doesnt want you to leave the bed after his exhausting practice

▶️ convenient store 💿💾

bestfriend!seeun drags you out to the convenient store

▶️ truth or dare 💿🎧 not mine!

bestfriend!seeun gets red at the thought of you looking through his phone **note this is written by @lil-elle! it was originally my thought but handed over to her. Her writing really gave my idea justice, and im so in love with it &lt;3

▶️ wet kisses 📀💾📟

you refuse to give boyfriend!seeun his kisses after he misses dinner

🎬 jung yujun

▶️ library 💿🎉

classmate!yujun builds up the courage to talk to you

▶️ kdrama and kisses 📀🎉

boyfriend!yujun scolds you for staying up too late

▶️ academic rivals 💿💾

academicenemy!yujun isn't jealous when you won the award.. he's jealous about something else

▶️ no need to hide 📀💾

idol!yujun is relieved when his fans enjoy your presence

▶️ chapstick and kisses 📀💽

boyfriend!yujun lends you with kisses when you run out of chapstick

🎬 hunter

▶️ picnic 💿🎧

bestfriend!hunter decides to take you out for a picnic

▶️ kissable 📀 very first request!

you do a tiktok challenge with boyfriend!hunter

▶️ shooting star 📀💾

you learn something new about the stars with boyfriend!hunter

▶️ period 📀💾⭐

boyfriend!hunter comforts you while you're on your period

▶️ paris in the rain 💿🎉🎧

bestfriend!hunter takes you to his hometown to celebrate his birthday

▶️ clingy 📀🎉

boyfriend!hunter gets clingy

▶️ kissy 📀📟⭐

boyfriend!hunter gets kissy

▶️ imagine if we were dating 📀💽🎧

bestfriend!hunter demonstrates what he would do if he was your boyfriend

▶️ snowy bomb 💿💾

bestfriend!hunter gets worried when he hears something exploding on your side of the phone

▶️ christmas presents 📀 from tiny event!

you awake to find boyfriend!hunter decorating your christmas tree

▶️ rainy kisses 📀💾

you unknowingly comfort boyfriend!hunter

▶️ taking the extra step 💿💾🎧

you dance with childhoodbestie!hunter at prom

▶️ "my sunshine" 💿💾

classmate!friend!hunter cheers you out of your sad mood

▶️ hunter thoughts 📀📌⭐

🎬 lee yechan

thank you @yzerpoz for finding my two works!

▶️ sleepover 💿

you play a series of truth or dares with bestfriend!yechan

▶️ cut 📀💾 mentions of blood

boyfriend!yechan nurses your bloody finger

▶️ realization 💿⭐

bestfriend!yechan realizes that he's been hiding his true feelings for you

▶️ arcade 💿🎉

you decide to play a few games with stranger!yechan

▶️ strawberries and kisses 📀🎉

you sneak into the kitchen with boyfriend!yechan to get a handful of strawberries and kisses

▶️ true 💿💾 based off of descendants headcanons

you meet the stranger/bestfriend!yechan that encourages you to audition

🎧 HEADCANONS

⭑ TAGLIST

[interxstitial]

# (Minjae)

cell phone headcanons: ACCEPTING! | @nobilitylost (minjae)

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: minjae 🥳 what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: (image) what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: (neo gal wop by JP THE WAVY) my muse’s last text to your muse: (screenshot)

[marshmallow-phd]

Missing Piece

Genre: Single Dad!AU

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader

A/N: @rcse-tvler its here! However, I’m not sure if I really did it justice, but I hope you like it! (also, I wanted to post this yesterday but tumblr was having a freak out on my laptop and refused to cooperate)

**

Junmyeon collapsed into the chair as an exasperated sigh escaped. Finally asleep in his bed, Minjae’s soft, kitten-like snores could be heard drifting out into the hallway. Today, his son had been a handful. The four-year-old had been happy one second and then throwing a fit the next because the plastic car wouldn’t fit on the other toy brand of tracks. Everyone warned Junmyeon about the terrible twos, but no one bothered to inform him that it didn’t really ever end.

Never did Junmyeon imagine that he would be doing this job on his own. For the most part, he thought he wasn’t doing too badly, but days like these drained him. He could feel himself losing patience. When that happened, he left the room and took deep breaths before resuming the role of parent. At times his ears rang from the inhumanly high pitched screams Minjae would release. But the softer moments, like when he fell asleep in his arms or helped him in the kitchen, the joyous laughter that only a child could give off… he wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. Perhaps that was a cliché thing for a parent to say, but there was no other bond like the one between father and son.

Suddenly recharged, Junmyeon hit the armrest with his palm and stood back up. A few things needed to be done around the house and then it was his turn to slide into bed for the night. Before he did, however, he peeked through the crack into his son’s room, smiling to himself.

Minjae had managed to kick off half the sheets, toss a pillow down to the other end of the bed, and work himself into a diagonal position with his tiny yet slightly smelly feet hanging off the edge. Shaking his head, Junmyeon quietly snuck into the room and adjusted Minjae into a more comfortable position. He placed a tender kiss on Minjae’s forehead. The little boy didn’t stir at the touch. With a wide, love-filled smile, Junmyeon straightened up and exited the room, leaving the tiniest crack open so the light from the hallway could leak in.

**

The mall was loud today.

Granted, it was usually loud with the many people milling about, talking in their groups, laughing and mingling while arguing over where to go next. Machines and ovens hummed in the food court. Blenders shrilled and printers shuttered as they pushed out receipts. Children giggled and squealed as they ran around the miniature playground stuffed in a corner of the building.

You enjoyed it, though. The controlled chaos around you. It was like socializing without actually having to interact with others. You felt a part of the human race; you just didn’t have to exhume too much effort for it.

At the moment, you were resting on one of the benches, your shopping bags sitting at your feet. Too impatient to start your book when you got home, you’d pulled it out from one of the fresh crisp bags and flipped to the first chapter. The antics around you became background noise as the author’s words pulled you in. At least, until you felt a small on your sleeve.

You looked down to see a small boy with tear stained cheeks and a trembling bottom lip standing beside the bench.

“I can’t find daddy,” he said in a tiny voice. You almost had to strain to hear the imperfect syllables.

“You can’t find your dad?” you asked, just to make sure that you heard him correctly. The boy nodded. You glanced around to see if you could spot a frantic looking man, but everyone seemed to be blissfully unaware of any missing child. Giving the boy a comforting smile, you held out your hand. “Come on. We’ll find a nice security guard and see if we can find your dad.”

“Okay,” the boy mumbled. His tiny fingers slid into yours and you walked him over to the security kiosk a few feet away.

“Excuse me. This little boy is lost.”

The security guard behind the desk leaned over the counter and looked down at the boy with concern. “Oh, no. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

The little boy looked up you as if waiting for your approval to answer the question.

You crouched down so you were at his level. “What is your name?”

“Kim Minjae” the boy whispered. You looked up at the security guard, who apparently heard him. She turned to the phone at the desk and made an announcement into the speaker asking for the father of Kim Minjae to please come to the security kiosk by the playground. The announcement crinkled out from the ceiling. Now there was nothing to do but wait. 

Noticing that the boy was trembling, you picked him up and placed him on the counter to rest before removing your jacket and draping it around his shoulders. The boy was already wearing a thing zip hoodie, but you thought the gesture might give him a form of comfort. “It’ll be alright. We’ll find your dad, okay?”

“I know,” Minjae nodded confidently. . “He said if I ever got lost to find a nice lady and she would help me.”

You laughed at the bluntness of his words. “Well, your dad is a smart man.”

“He says he’s handsome, too.”

There was no way you could hold back the snort after that. Kids really did say the most hilarious and random things. You couldn’t help but wonder if the father was as cute as the son.

Immediately, you blinked that thought away. He was probably married or at least in a relationship with the boys’ mother. Or anyone, really.

“Minjae!”

The boy’s face lit up at the sound of his name, flinging his arms open. “Daddy!”

A man with dark brown hair came sailing between the two of you and wrapped his arms around Minjae. “Oh, thank god!” He leaned back, hands on Minjae’s shoulders. “Where did you wonder off to? I thought I told you to stay by me?”

Minjae pouted out his bottom lip. With that tiny cute hand, he pointed to the playground. “I wanted to play.”

The man sighed. “Well, next time, ask and we’ll play when daddy’s done. Alright?” When Minjae nodded, the man ruffled his son’s hair playfully.

“You’re very lucky that this nice lady found him,” the security guard pointed out.

As if only realizing that you were there, the man turned to you. “Oh, right! I’m so sorry. Thank you for finding my son.”

“Oh, no worries,” you said, waving his thanks away. “Really, your sound found me. I just happened to be reading on the bench when he asked me for help.”

There was a slight pause, neither of you sure of what else to say. You were about to finally say goodbye when Minjae intervened.

“Do you like ice cream?”

Smiling, you nodded. “Yes, I do. Do you like ice cream?”

Minjae nodded enthusiastically.

“It’s the least you could do since she helped your child,” the security guard added not-so-subtly.

“Um, of course.” Minjae’s father scratched the back of his neck nervously. “If you’re free, that is.”

You almost said no. But… Minjae was looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes, the security guard was wearing a smirk and… well, he was cute. Just like his son. And you didn’t spot any ring indicating he was married.

“Alright,” you agreed, giving in. “Ice cream sounds good.”

Minjae cheered, which in turn earned a laugh from his father. Even that was cute, turning his brown eyes into crescent moons.

“I’m Junmyeon, by the way.”

You gave him your name shyly in return. This wasn’t exactly how you pictured this day at the mall going, but you weren’t exactly upset about it.

A few minutes later, after Junmyeon filled out an incident report the security guard insisted was mandatory, the three of you were headed to the small ice cream parlor located a few shops over. Clever strategic planning by the owners, if anyone asked you. While Minjae got a particularly messy looking chocolate cone, you stuck with a much less embarrassing single scoop in a clear plastic cup.

“So,” Junmyeon cleared his throat after several minutes of you all enjoying the dessert. “Minjae said that… you were... reading? When he asked you for help?”

His awkward approach was almost too adorable. “Yeah, I was. Just a new book I’d picked up today.”

“So, you like to read?” he inquired with a little more self-assurance.

“Yeah, I do.”

“What – oops, hold on, buddy.” Junmyeon took one of the napkins stacked on the table and wiped away the dribble of chocolate that was making its way down Minjae’s chin. The little boy giggled before diving back in for more. It would only be a matter of time when he gave himself another chocolate beard.

Your heart back flipped at the gesture. This was dangerous. You barely knew his name and you were already developing somewhat of a crush. Part of you was wondering already about the possibility of seeing him again, but you didn’t want to tread murky waters.

“Do you read?” you asked. 

“When I can,” he said. “Since its just me taking care of Minjae, I don’t have as much time to read new books as I’d like. Well, except for the children’s books that Minjae likes.” Another round of soft laughter bounced between the two of you before dying out slowly. You weren’t sure what pushed you to ask, but it was out before you could think it through. 

“I don’t mean to pry,” you started, pushing the now empty cup off to the side. “But….” You clamped down on your bottom lip. You chickened out, but the notion was already out there.

“Where’s Minjae’s mom?” Junmyeon finished for you. His shoulders slumped slowly and he gave his son a long look. “Hey, why don’t you go ask the nice man at the counter for a cup and get some water?”

“Okay!” Minjae hopped down out of his chair, completely unaware of the turn of the conversation.

Turning back to you, Junmyeon kept his gaze down on his fidgeting fingers.

“You really don’t have to tell me,” you said. Regret was a heavy emotion. Right now, it felt like it could sink you through the floor. “It’s none of my business. I’m sorry.” Needing to get away, you grabbed your coat from the seat next to you and stood to your feet. A warm hand caught your wrist, stopping you.

“No, it’s okay,” he insisted. “I should be okay talking about it by now. Please. Don’t go.”

You sat back down and waited.

“She passed away when Minjae was born,” he explained quietly. He snuck a peek at Minjae, who was keeping the cashier entertained with all the questions imaginable about ice cream. “It never occurred to me that could happen – not in this day and age with technology – but she did. She’d always had a bit of a weak heart so the doctors think it was the strain….”

By pure instinct, your hand jumped out and engulfed his. “I’m so sorry.”

He glanced down at your hands, the corner of his lip lifting slightly. “It’s alright. I still have Minjae and we’ve been getting along really well. Although it would be nice to have a roommate that picks up after himself.”

Both of you laughed at the silly joke, releasing the tension that had been building.

“Is (y/n) coming home with us?”

The two of you jumped back at Minjae’s sudden reappearance.

“No, Minnie,” Jumnyeon told him. If you weren’t mistaken, it almost sounded like he was as disappointed as Minjae looked. “Although, we should probably get going. It’s about time for your nap.”

“I’m not tired!” Queue the yawn he was obviously trying to suppress.

“I think that gives you away,” you teased. You and Junmyeon stood up, each of you putting on your coats before the three of you headed for the shop entrance. “It was nice to meet you.”

He nodded back. “You as well. And thank you again, for helping Minjae.”

“Of course.” The little voice in your head was screaming for you to ask for his number - for any sort of contact information at all - but you ignored it, letting the two of them walk away while Minjae waved to you sadly. You stood there for an extra minute or two, wondering if you’d lost your chance. 

“Um, miss?”

You turned around to the cashier who had called out to you. “Yes?”

He held out a tiny blue coat. “Your son left his jacket.”

“Oh, I don’t have-” You stopped. That was Minjae’s jacket. Was this, perhaps, a sign that you weren’t supposed to let them go? Going with it, you took the jacket and ran in the direction you’d seen the pair go off in.

Just your luck. You’d lost them.

Then another idea popped into your head.

Heading back to the security kiosk, you were relieved to find the same guard still manning the post.

“Hi, um, sorry, but do you remember me?” you asked, completely out of breath.

“Of course,” the guard smiled. “How can I help you?”

“Okay, so I know that this probably completely against policy, but I was wondering if I could see the incident report he filled out early?”

The guard raised an eyebrow out you. “So, you can see his address?”

You cringed. “Well… yes. But I have his son’s jacket,” you held it up as proof, “and I’m sure he’d like it back.”

“Well, I’m not really supposed to do this….” The guard reached down into a file cabinet and pulled out a single sheet of paper, “but if I leave it out and go get a drink, I can’t stop you from taking a picture of it.”

“Oh, my gosh, thank you!”

She smiled cheekily at you before exiting the kiosk. “For what?”

Rolling your eyes, you scanned the sheet, finding the address and snapping a picture of it. The house was nowhere near your own so you never would have found them without help. Thank goodness for that security guard.

Once you were outside of the home, you sat in your car for a good twenty minutes, too nervous to get out. What if he thought you were overstepping or a stalker? What if he wrote down a different address for privacy and an old woman answered the door?

Actually, you’d take the second one over the first.

Brushing up your courage, you grabbed the jacket from the passenger’s seat and forced yourself out of the car. Your steps were hurried as you went up the driveway. Chalk drawings on the porch told you that you might have the right house after all. You knocked, waited.

The door creaked open slowly.

**

Minjae was refusing to take a nap in his bed even though he’d fallen asleep in his car seat on the way home. Junmyeon had gotten him to at least lay down on the couch while a cartoon quietly played on the TV. Inspired by his earlier encounter, he cracked open a book he had started ages ago. But he found it hard to concentrate on the words. 

He couldn’t get you out of his head. It had only a brief meeting. Yet, he was replaying the small encounter over in his head. You’d been so sweet to Minjae and kind and warm towards him. He thought that... maybe you were feeling the odd connection between the two of you as well?

A knock came from the front door, making him jump. Minjae groaned from the couch, but didn’t wake fully. Curious, Junmyeon stood up and answered the door. He felt himself lite up as soon as he saw you. “(y/n)! What are you doing here? How did you-”

You held up Minjae’s jacket shyly. Junmyeon hadn’t even realized his son was no longer wearing it when they left the mall. “Minjae left his jacket and I wasn’t able to catch you. The security guard gave me your address from the report you filled out.”

“Well, thank y-”

“(y/n)!”

Awakened from his nap, Minjae pushed passed Junmyeon and wrapped his arms around your legs, a wide, toothy grin given just for you.

“Hi, there!” you greeted back. You ran your fingers through his air sweetly. Junmyeon’s heart swelled that he’d taken such a liking to you.

Still holding on to you, Minjae turned to Junmyeon and asked, “Now can she stay?”

Junmyeon pursed his lips. He didn’t want to seem too eager in agreeing. Plus, the father in him was still very much present. “Really, you’re supposed to be taking a nap.”

His son took that as a yes and grabbed your hand, pulling you inside. You were barely able to throw an apologetic look over your shoulder to Junmyeon as you were tugged along. Junmyeon chuckled at his son’s actions. He was always a determined little fellow, quick to action before anyone could contradict him. Within minutes, you were on the floor of Minjae’s bedroom, helping him build the tracks for his race cars. Junmyeon stood in the doorway, watching you two.

Minjae often got along with people, but he’d never taken to someone so well. Though he barely knew you, Junmyeon was enjoying the sight of you engaging with his son, listening inventively and being intentional with your actions. He hadn’t dated much since Minjae’s mother passed away. It hadn’t been a priority with Minjae needing him. But... maybe now wasn’t a bad time to start again. 

“Daddy, come join us!” Minjae insisted.

Smiling, he came over and sat down on the floor next to you. He asked Minjae questions about which tracks should he use and which car was the fastest. He caught you staring at him. Perhaps you were thinking along the same lines.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” he asked softly in order to not be overheard by the busy four-year-old.

“Yeah,” you smiled, replying in an equally quiet voice. His heart jumped at your positive reply. “Dinner would be great.”