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BOXER CORYO EE

i desperately need boxer!coryo to teach me how to do everything he does like yes i’m bored teach me how you wrap your hands, teach me how to throw a punch without breaking all of my fingers

⋆.˚ Baby Steps 🂱 ˚✧ ₊

Boxer!Coryo x Reader

Coryo teaches you how to box, and more importantly how to defend yourself when he isn’t there to do it for you.

thank you for the ask boo ❤️

“Shouldn’t be fighting with nails,” Coryo rubs a thumb pad over your acrylics, clicking his tongue against his teeth disapprovingly.

“But don’t they look nice?”

“Gorgeous, baby.”

You’re sitting on two stools in the dingy basement he fought in, against the wall a good distance from the ring. You insisted— pressured, really— your boyfriend into teaching you how to box. And no, he was completely he against it for a while. But you found a loophole, telling him that you should know how to defend yourself. In your words, “You can’t protect me all day, every day.”

He had chewed on his cheek, then narrowed his eyes at the floor. You knew from the way he scratched at his jaw that he would, though, he would want to protect you all hours of the day. If you let him, he’d be your guard dog on a leash. But you had a point. He couldn’t leave his girl without some guns.

So here you sat, your legs crossed and slotting between Coryo’s lazily spread ones, as you let him wrap your hand. Your eyes flick twixt his focused expression and his deft hands— his split knuckles still scabbed over from the last fight night. His lips pressed and brows furrowed in concentration, muttering to you, “Thrice ‘round the wrist, okay? Then over this space, right here—“ —He taps his finger holding the roll of wrap on the skin twixt your thumb and pointer— “and then ‘round your knuckles. Thrice again.”

You hum as if you follow, but you’re really just enjoying the face that you can hear his breathing, smell his cologne. His fingers are gentle and soft on you, but he pulls the white wrap firm and taut. “Then fill in the space, y’know. That’s all.” Coryo shrugs, pushing out his bottom lip as if it’s no big.

‘Cause it’s not, not to him. This is his world. It’s been years, maybe 7th grade, since he didn’t have atleast three dents in himself. Right now, he has a purple eye underlined with a scabbing-over scrape, a split brow (though he thought it looked pretty good,), wrecked knuckles and the bone of his nose was nice and sore. He wasn’t exactly a pageant poodle. Well, maybe to you.

He stooped over to tear the wrap with his teeth, tucking the tail end under another layer and handing you the roll. “You get it?”

“I get it,” you agree, hesitantly going about wrapping the red cotton around your wrist, once, twice, thrice.

“Mhm,” Coryo encourages as you continue, following his example with a slightly less sure hand, but still doing okay nonetheless. He was convinced you were good at everything you picked up, the second you tried.

Once your fists are crimson, he grunts approvingly and reaches behind himself for a pair of tied together, white boxing gloves. He unties them, opens the mouth of the left glove for you to wiggle your hand into. “So will I not feel anything?”

There’s a hint of a laugh in Coryo’s voice as he laces up the side of your mitten, “Not exactly, baby.” With a bratty huff you mock an uppercut to your boyfriend jaw, whispering a “pow!” and trying not to smile at his recoil.

“Don’chu laugh at me, Coryo! How am I supposed to know?” He seems to get a real kick out of your fake indignation ‘cause the smile that pulls his lips fully over his teeth is just precious to you. He could act macho all he wanted, but that had to come with your mockery of it from time to time.

He helps you get the second glove on, and pushes himself to his feet. “Sorry, ma’am. You’re absolutely right.” You shoot him a snarky look while he pushes up the ropes framing the ring for you to duck under.

“So, what? I just punch until I knock you down?”

Coryo’s smile broadens at the prospect of you knocking him down. He shakes his head once, lifting his brows to say don’t know about that one, in the kindest way he can muster. “Kind of.”

He watches you mock a dramatic blow to his gut and decides he might as well double over and grunt like you really have knocked the wind out of him. The laugh it gets out of you is worth it.

You tap your gloves together, feeling macho, while Coriolanus slips on some red punch pads, raising them to your shoulder length. So, really, at his chest. “Spread your feet further apart, baby. Wider stance.” You shuffle your feet out, but he finds something new to correct, “looser, too.”

“Do you want me to do a front flip too?” Your scowl makes laugher bubble up from Coryo. You had a way of cracking him open, getting to the goods inside.

Well, goods was subjective. He swore up and down that he was rotten sour, deep at his core, and though he was a bit scared to warn you aloud, he was just as scared of you rifling a bit too deep into his flesh and finding that rot for yourself. Something in him knew you wouldn’t stop prying your hands through his guts until you did find it.

He was torn, Coryo. A part of him wanted to hide those flaws, that tainted organ that spewed out poison into his body. Another wanted to reveal it, bare himself to you, lay his whole, naked self at your feet and see if you’d still stick around.

God, he hoped you’d still stick around.

“Take me a little serious.” Coryo huffs though he’s grinning like a little boy. He nudges your elbows upward with his knuckles, bringing your boxing gloves in front of your face. “Protect your head, that’s a big one.”

“Right. Protect my head, okay. But how do I punch?” You mock an overdramatic punch to Coryo’s punching pads, only lightly tapping them.

He mulls it over. “Let’s start simple. throwin’ a hook. Just.. rotate your body—“ you do what he says, he pauses to nod, “— and pivot on that foot. Keep that spare elbow close, baby.”

You guess that while watching Coryo’s matches you must’ve not been paying close enough attention— maybe the art of it gets lost in the scuffle. “Exhale on the punch,” he snaps you from your thoughts as you try and throw a hook, following those instructions. You didn’t think beating people ugly had technique to it, really.

“C’mon, harder. You aren’t gonna knock me over.” Coriolanus insists, his voice sterner than you’re used to as you punch the red square he holds up. You put a little more oomph behind your arm, keeping the other glove tucked almost under your chin, but he still doesn’t look satisfied. “C’mon.”

“I’m doing it.” You huff, frustration putting a scowl on your face. Coryo shakes his head, lowering the pads.

“Don’t gimme that.” You scoff at him, lifting a brow. Your hair was up in a ponytail but you already felt your baby hairs sticking to the nape of your neck. When you don’t say anything he just repeats himself. “Come on, don’t gimme that, baby girl.”

“Give you what?”

“That attitude.” Coryo insists, you see a smile tugging at his lips, the bastard. He raises his hands again and nods to beckon you forward. “If you’re mad, hit me like it.”

You roll your eyes. You aren’t mad, atleast not yet, but frustration was catching fire in your gut, the flames licking at your stomach. He was so damn bossy, and you muttered as much under your breath.

You keep your non dominant mitt a few inches below your chin, your leading hand curling and throwing a punch with every ounce you could give it. Coryo doesn’t even stumble, but he grins at you, easy and real, eyebrows lifting. “Good. Good!”

“Just keep doing that.” Teacher sent from hell, you’re tempted to retort, but there’s something sweet about how eager your boyfriend is to get you boxing. There’s this boyish, almost giddy look on his usually hard features. He’d look like a little boy, you think, if the bone above his eye wasn’t blackening, his cheekbone dotted with a skidding cut and scabbed over (you had been there when he got that one, the stitching of his opponent’s glove had whistled past his cheek enough to rip up skin in a dashed line.)

You take another go at it, pivoting on your foot and driving your fist forward. Coryo’s your personal cheerleader. “Great, baby.”

With an exasperated breath you draw your brows, “When am I gonna fight you?”

Coryo laughs at that, shaking his head and muttering, “Nah, nah, I’m not fighting you.”

“Why not?” You huff, dropping your fists. Coryo lifts his own hands, bracing the back of his head with his arms up.

“I’m not gonna fight my girl,” He says it like it’s common sense, lifting his eyebrows at you as you step up to him. You mock another punch to his chest, standing much closer than two fighters in the ring should be standing.

“‘Cause you’re scared, ah?” You try to rile him up, but lord knows Coryo had all the patience in the world for you. Not like he wasted it on anybody else anyway. You turn up your chin anyway, stepping up on your toes and acting like a macho street fighter, pretending to get up in his face. You were closer to his chest, really, your height not very intimidating. That silly smile on your cheeks doesn’t help the image either.

“Scared? You think I’m scared of you?” He’s throwing that smile right back at you, though. You nod, and you open your mouth to taunt him further, but Coryo bends down, his shoulder to your stomach, and flips you up onto his shoulder like you weigh a clutch of grapes.

The sound effects he makes with his mouth are downright boyish, blowing through his teeth to mimick the sound of slamming you down on the ring, with a real lean over to boot, though his hands grip your back too tight to let you go to the ground. Your sound of surprise falls into a laugh as you clutch at his white t-shirt, once he straighens you’re reaching down to swat at his butt with your boxing gloves, guffawing, “Coryo, you ass! Put me down!”

“Little miss trash-talk,” Coryo mutters, you hear but can’t see the grin on his face. A strong arm wraps over the small of your back, parading you around the ring a bit like a trophy on his shoulder. “Can’t bring you no-where!”

“You can bring me out to lunch,” you pipe up from behind him, tapping the white leather of your gloves at his back. He grunts as if to say, yeah, okay. Sure I will. Even though between you, he really, definitely will.

He decides he’ll just have to pick this lesson back up tomorrow.

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earlysunshines · 1 year ago

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parenting trial

son chaeyoung x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: in which your date is interrupted when you hear someone’s child crying their eyes out

warnings: ummm none(?) ; not proofread

a/n: im actually supposed to be studying for my last final but uh oops... and happy pride!

chaeyoung’s head is in your lap, your fingers run through your hair as you two people watch, making up a background for each person that passes by.

an elderly woman walks a small poodle, humming a small tune as she does so. chaeyoung points to her and smiles.

“she’s definitely an undercover spy.” she says, making you laugh.

“was spy kids just permanently engraved in your brain after you watched it or...?”

chaeyoung turns her head and looks at you, offended. she pushes your face from where she is and you giggle at her expression. you scratch her scalp, then she rolls her eyes before explaining.

“it's the glasses, the way she holds herself, the poodle! who owns poodles? they’re definitely a breed planted by the government.”

you almost snort after hearing her little tangent.

“you’re so…” you move your hand down to squish her cheek for no reason. “creative.”

“thank you, i’m very proud of that trait.”

“why am i in love with you?" you mumble, looking at her squished cheek in between your fingers and her closed eyes. you smile at the answer in front of your eyes. “you’re so stupid.”

“you’re equally as dumb.”

“yeah okay whatev-“

your bickering is cutoff when you hear a loud wail, it catches pretty much everyone’s attention.

there’s a kid on the bench across the concrete path rubbing her eyes and sniffling. she looks to be around five years old, her bangs are quite wispy and her hair is cut just above her shoulders. she wipes her runny nose with the pink shirt she has on and starts to cry again — louder than ever — before quieting down in ten seconds.

chaeyoung looks at you — head still in your lap — and you look right back at her. the soothing movement of your hand in her scalp stops when she gets up to look at the kid as well.

“stay here love, i’m going to go check on the girl.” you say cupping chaeyoung’s face lightly before getting up from the blanket you had been on and putting on your clogs.

chaeyoung watches you walk towards the kid and exchange a few words, which quickly has the girl quiet as she directs her attention on you. in a minute, you walk back towards the blanket with your pointer finger in the girls grip. your girlfriends eyes soften at the sight.

you sit down on the blanket and urge the hesitant child to sit down next to you. the girl shakes her head, then looks at chaeyoung skeptically. your eyes widen at the realization and you smile softly, holding her hand in yours.

“this is chaeyoung, she’s my um…” you begin, pausing to lean over and ask your lover: “do kids know about girlfriends? i mean probably — definitely. but is it like, appropriate?”

chaeyoung giggles and nods, “i think so.”

you face towards the girl again and say, “this is my girlfriend chaeyoung. she’s really nice and sweet, come sit, she’s a great person. trust me.”

the girl looks at the two of you hesitantly then sits directly in front of you and your lover. she sniffles again, unable to look up.

“what’s your name?” chaeyoung asks, voice soft and sweet. “my name is chaeyoung.” she introduces, sticking out her hand for the girl to shake.

the girl simply looks at the hand that has tattoos scattered all over, observing them for a bit. she doesn’t answer; she’s too mesmerized by the little doodles.

“oh, these?” chaeyoung asks, pointing at the tattoos that have the girls attention. “i drew them myself.”

“really?” her eyes widen, she's amazed. this is the first time you and chaeyoung have heard her speak. her voice is small and hesitant, though it seems she’s willing to lend her trust to two adults that decided to care for her.

chaeyoung nods. “you see this one? i drew it two years ago. do you like it?”

the girl examines the flowers on her fingers, a small smile spreads across her lips.

“i like those.” the girl mumbles, reaching for chaeyoung’s fingers to get a better look.

“me too.” you agree, looking at chaeyoung lovingly.

“can you draw one on me?” the little girl asks, looking at your girlfriend with curious, hopeful eyes.

chaeyoung turns to look at you, making eye contact and tilting her head to silently ask for you to help her out. to be fair, this is someone's child and you can't just start vandalizing someone's lost child. the two of you have a silent interaction with raised brows, mixed expressions, and mouthed words before the child tugs at chaeyoungs hand again.

"please miss chaeyoung?" the little girl asks, pouting.

chaeyoung looks at you again, portruding her lower lip to mimic the girl. your girlfriend is already convinced, it's just you that has to give her the green light before she goes ham on this kids arm with her pens.

"um, hold on." you interject, "we don't know if your parents would be fine with that."

the girl frowns again after being reminded that her parents are nowhere to be found, then starts to tear up again. you panic and so does your girlfriend after she begins to get vocal again, a tear now falling down her cheek.

"okay okay! wait, wait." you quickly say, trying to prevent others in the park from looking at you, your girlfriend, and someone's lost child. "how about you tell us your name first before chaeyoung draws anything, yeah?"

"tara. tara hong laurent." she immediately says, then turns to chaeyoung, urging her to start doodling.

so you have her whole name, which was easy enough to get although quite concerning because she had just given out her government name to strangers. chaeyoung picks up her pen and starts to draw something small on her pinky, then mouths "ask... more..."

"um, okay tara." you start, looking at her skeptically. "when was the last time you saw your parents?"

she frowns again, looking up at you. "i miss them."

"i know," you say softly, pushing her hair to the side. chaeyoung watches the whole interaction, the small gesture, and the small smile you give her; chaeyoung melts. "that's why we're going to help you find them. do you know their names?"

"james and jihyuk." she answers, watching chaeyoung as she scrunches her brow and doodle a small flower on the back of her hand. "do you know them?"

"oh, i don't know a james or jihyuk, but we'll find them tara, don't worry."

she grins. "miss chaeyoung, you're very good at this."

"thank you." chaeyoung turns to look at you, there's a sparkle in her eyes. "do you want to draw on y/n?"

"chaeng i-"

tara interrupts you, beaming at the opportunity. "yes! yes! please? can I?"

chaeyoung smirks at you and giggles mischieviously before handing the pen to the girl, then grabbing your forearm and pushing it toward the little girl. "the floor is yours tara, but can you answer a few more questions?"

she nods aggressively, making both you and your girlfriend laugh.

chaeyoung continues, "so, where were your parents the last time you saw them? how did you lose them?"

your girlfriend hands the girl the pen, she grabs it eagerly. tara starts to scribble something just below your already existing tattoo, something not so far off from a bunny. it's a messy scribble, clearly done by a child, but it's adorable.

"we were by the water and then my dads both went to get something from the store with me... then I saw a rabbit in the store! it was as big as my head! and it started running around the store and I followed it and it went outside and I followed it again and it kept running away from me!" she explains with frustration. "and then I looked around and I couldn't find my dads... and I went to the benches over there before miss y/n found me."

she adds small whiskers on the bunny she's drawing on your forearm, the drawing is the size of her hand, taking up a lot of space -- but it's adorable.

she seems unbothered by the fact that she's basically missing now, too busy admiring her work and smiling up at you. "do you like it miss y/n?"

your lips turn up, your cheeks flush from how happy she looks, then you nod. "I love it tara."

"yay! is it as good as miss chaeyoung's?"

pretending to think to yourself, you put a finger on your chin and look up at the sky. a little dramatically, you hum, then look back at the bunny inked on your forearm.

leaning closer and lowering your voice -- but not too quietly so chaeyoung can hear -- you respond, "I think it's better than hers."

tara smiles with her teeth, then leaps into your arms and gives you a big hug. she's so small, at least compared to you, clinging onto you like a koala. she pulls away to smile even bigger. "thank you thank you! i think I want to be an artist someday."

you look down at her and chuckle before placing a hand on her head and fixing the strands poking out. "do what you love, okay? i think you'd make a great artist."

chaeyoung watches the whole interaction, her head in her palm and cheeks warming from how adorable you are with her. chaeyoung sigh adoringly just from the sight, falling a little more for you -- especially after you look up, make eye contact, and smile warmly at her. she feels like a popsicle on a burning day.

"tara, we should find your parents. they shouldn't be too far from here, I hope."

"do you want my dad's number? the one with the mustache."

you and chaeyoung look at each other again, mouths widening and faces looking dumbfounded; tara's known her dad's phone number this whole time. the two of you laugh like idiots.

you reach for your phone and hand it to tara. "could you type their number in? I'll call them and we'll get you back to them soon."

"on it!" tara responds with a fist in the air, punching up excitedly.

chaeyoung watches her sit down next to you, and how you tilt your head a little strangely to match her level and meet the screen of your phone. tara's little fingers tap at the screen, then she shoves the phone up and hits your nose, eliciting a small squeak from you.

you rub your and nose and chaeyoung puts a hand to her mouth to stifle the laugh that's threatening to come out -- loud and so strong it'll have her falling down on the blanket -- she barely manages to do so.

rolling your eyes at her, you bring the phone up to your ear and wait for an answer. ten seconds pass before you hear a low "hello?" from the other end of the line.

"hi, is this james? or-- no, maybe jihyuk?"

"how did you get my number?" the man asks, his voice Is so low that it catches you off guard, but he's soft-spoken. "who are you?"

"hi, i'm not sure which dad this is but we found your daughter on a bench crying. she gave us your number and -- my girlfriend and I -- we've just been watching over her. we didn't know she knew her parents' numbers."

the man man lets out a sigh, it sounds like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. "oh dear, y/n right? you're a life saver, thank you. where are you located? near the riverside I assume?"

"yeah, that's right. would you like us to meet you there soon? by the convenience store? it's not too far from us."

"yes, that's perfect. thank you so much, my husband and I have been panicking like crazy. see you soon."

"of course." you respond before hanging up. chaeyoung tilts her head, silently asking for a brief explanation. you look at tara, then hold her hand comfortingly. "we're going to go find your dads okay?"

tara nods before standing up, you and chaeyoung get up with her. the three of you all work together to fold the thin blanket that was previously under you, then shove it in the tote bag you had brought.

as you hang the tote bag on your shoulder, you feel your pointer finger being tugged at and look over to see tara. she's also holding chaeyoung's hand-- well, her pointer, middle, and ring finger. chaeyoung looks at you and smiles, mouthing a "she's adorable" in your direction. you nod in agreement and mouth back, "not as adorable as you" before winking teasingly, making chaeyoung roll her eyes and look away to conceal the faint dust of pink on her cheek.

the three of you make your way to the little riverside convenience store, tara in between you and your lovely girlfriend. you and your lover share eye contact again, both of you falling deeper in love without knowing it.

tara starts to drag you over to the railings near the riverside, but you and chaeyoung resist (somehow terribly, she's dragging the two of you with enough force for two grown adults to struggle holding her back), instead redirecting her to where her parents should be.

you catch the convenience store in the distance, then look down at tara. "almost there, you alright?"

"mhm!"

chaeyoung smiles at this side of you, she's never seen you so caring. you've always been an idiot or overly teasing with your friends -- she loves that, it's why she fell for you -- never this protective and caring.

you were always caring with your friends, attentive to their well-being. you were even more caring with chaeyoung, in a subtle way she always noticed. usually quiet in how you helped others, seeing you so sweet with this little girl shows how genuine and lovely you are. chaeyoung realizes that if you had kids someday, she’d love to be around a protective, caring you—just like you are right now.

the revelation is exciting, chaeyoung finds another way to love you even harder.

you spot two men outside the store. one stands out more—a big, buff, tall man. next to him is a shorter, lankier man with his hand on the other's shoulder, seemingly calming the bigger man with his touch -- just like how you comfort chaeyoung.

tara jumps, then lets go of both you and chaeyoung, running up to the two men and yelling "papa!"

the bigger man catches her in a hug, holding her close and his huge arms practically engulf her. his eyes widen and soften at the same time, then he kisses tara's temple and sighs in relief.

"tara! oh darling, i've been worried sick, your dad and I have both been." the voice is the same one you had heard on the phone earlier, the octave of his voice matches his appearance but the softness and care he shows reminds you of a huge teddy bear.

the smaller man looks at you and chaeyoung, offering a sincere, thankful smile. "thank you for taking care of our daughter, we've been quite worried."

he has a thick french accent, and just his appearance, mannerisms, and the way his words flow out make him seem a bit intimidating. she puts his hand out for you and introduces himself, "jihyuk."

you shake his hand before responding, "y/n."

chaeyoung also does the same, introducing herself and giving him a grin, "chaeyoung."

"thank you for taking care of her, seriously, we owe you the world." the other says, from what you can remember, he should be james since jihyuk has already been introduced.

chaeyoung waves her hand, then holds yours, squeezing tightly as she says, "my girlfriend noticed your daughter crying on a bench, she wanted to help. we were worried."

you nod and send her a quick smile. "ah! also, sorry about the scribbles on her..." you panic a bit, unsure of whether they'd approve of the artwork on her. "we tried to warm up to her and ask her questions, but she wouldn't budge until my girlfriend had drawn something on her." you explain, then you frantically start to ramble, "I'm so sorry about that, my girlfriend's tattoos caught her eye and she--"

jihyuk places his hand on yours before fixing the glasses he wears to sit on his nose bridge. his voice is higher, but he speaks with certainty and some slight authority in his tone, voice levelled, "it's alright dear, we're just glad that our daughter is well."

"right, yeah."

chaeyoung laughs at you and holds your hand a little tighter.

tara starts to squirm in her other dads grip, which urges james to set her down. she runs over to chaeyoung, hugging a leg and muttering, "thank you miss chaeyoung for the drawings, can you do it again sometime?"

your girlfriend looks at you, you look over at james, james looks at his husband jihyuk. jihyuk laughs and nods approvingly.

chaeyoung bends down to meet her level, then fixes the wispy bangs. "of course, anytime."

"yay!" tara beams, then hugs chaeyoung tightly. you watch the whole interaction, feeling your heart overload with adoration, threatening to burst out of your chest.

then tara runs over to you, almost making you lose balance when she collapses into your leg and holds on. you do the same as chaeyoung had done: meet her level and smile at her. "hi tara."

"thank you for helping me y/n, you're very beautiful and kind." your lips twitch a bit; she's seriously adorable. you hold her hand in yours and manage to mutter a low, "thank you."

tara hugs you one more time, it's warm and lovely and wow you never really thought about having kids--but now it's all you can think of as the small, energetic child hugs you with adoration and care.

she runs back to jihyuk and he holds her small hand in his.

james walks up to you, tilting his head down to match your level. this guy has to be at least 6'4 or something. despite his build, he's sweet just from how he smiles at you and the little glint in his eyes.

"i hope you don't mind, i'm going to save your number and," he looks over at his daughter and lover. "I hope we can repay you with coffee or lunch sometime in the future." then, he looks over to chaeyoung, his head tilting down even more. "tara seems to love the art on her skin, and we'd love for her to smile like this again. and you two are such a lovely, kind couple. thank you for this, you saved me from a heart attack."

chaeyoung nods and assures, "it's no problem, we're glad you're all back together."

jihyuk stands next to his husband and links arms subtly before looking up at him, then back to the two of you. "thank you chaeyoung and y/n. we hate to cut this short, but we have to get to dinner on time with my parents. thank you again."

"it's no problem, you all enjoy the dinner alright?" you respond, jihyuk's diastema between his two front teeth is shown when he flashes a smile.

tara waves to you and you watch the small family leave.

chaeyoung kisses your cheek suddenly--you turn in surprise.

"what was that for?"

"you are so adorable, i hate you."

you can't help but chuckle before pecking her lips.

"you love me."

she rolls her eyes before dragging you away from the convenience store and towards the little viewing area nearby.

the breeze hits you two perfectly as you both lean against the railing, chaeyoung leans her head against your shoulder and kisses it through the cloth of your shirt. you turn to press a kiss on her forehead, watching boats make their way to their destination, birds travelling, and the waves flow calmly.

your girlfriend holds your hand and kisses the back of it. "do you want kids?"

"i'm," you pause, chaeyoung watches your lips part as you think of a response. "I'm not against it, but not now I think. if and whenever it happens, I think you'd be the greatest mom ever."

"no," she looks at your features with admiration. "you'd be better." she moves over to kiss your lips and pulls away just barely, lips brushing against yours. "I've never really thought about it much, kids and all." she kisses you once more, then pulls away fully in order to gaze at all of your features. chaeyoung blows some of your hair out of the way, making you laugh.

"me neither."

"but," she begins again, "if it's with you, I know i'd be set just waking up to see you being the mother of our kid. i really like this side of you."

"thanks." you mumble, savoring the moment of intimacy and tenderness. "i'd love to see what kinds of new art would pop up on our child's skin everytime I come back from work."

her face makes its way to the crook of your neck as she giggles. she holds you close.

"there's a lot to look forward to."

"as long as you're in my future I'm fine with anything chaeng."

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