#sowon imagines

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Blindfolded Sex

Sex in a Public Place

Film Sex Tape

Sowon

Tzuyu

Irene

This was a little tricky because I don't really follow Twice and I didn't know who Sowon was at first. But! I have an answer regardless.

Blindfolded sex: This one is sort of cheating. But I pick Tzuyu, since I don't really know her that well, and the blindfold might help with some of that awkwardness. That being said, I get the impression that she's really fun, and I could see her having a great time with the blindfolded predicament!

Sex in a public place: I was torn, but ultimately, I ended up picking Irene. Why? Well, Irene is a pretty shy idol. Which is pretty similar to my actual personality. I think the rush of having sex somewhere public would create a really intense experience for both of us, especially her. I could see her trying to hurry things along but then getting lost in the intensity, and I love that idea.

Film sex tape: Like I said, I didn't know who Sowon was at first. But after looking her up... Wow. She has this sort of classic, elegant beauty to her. I think filming a sex tape with her would be this really magical experience. It wouldn't be anything crazy or wild or particularly kinky, but it would be intimate and slow and delicious. That idea really appeals to me.

Thank you for introducing me to her!

[write-now-ggs]

Sowon (Former Gfriend)

Wc - 2,100 song

"Friday Night"

The sun had just set moments ago and here you were on your Friday evening, waiting in front of the door to the apartment your beautiful girlfriend shared with her five friends. You knew they only had a few more weeks of living together so you wanted to enjoy tonight with all the girls to your fullest extent. The weight of the bag in your hand was finally starting to make its presence known as you waited for the door to open.

You heard a bit of shuffling behind the door before it opened. “Oh it's you!” Yerin smiled before turning her head back into the apartment, “So-jeong, your wife is here!” Yerin looked back at you, well at the bag in your hand, and raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“Hey Yerin, it’s nice to see you too. They’re a bunch of random snacks.” You held the bag out towards her, taking note of her choice of an outfit but deciding not to comment on it.

“Ooh thank you!” She took the bag from you and ran into the apartment.

You followed behind her, closing the door behind you. You balanced yourself against the wall as you took your complicated shoes off. “If she didn’t buy these for me I wouldn’t wear them. Literally feels like I'm in a Saw movie contraption..” You mumbled to yourself as you fumbled with the laces on the left shoe. You let out a big sigh of relief once you got it off and when you looked up you were greeted by the warmest smile in the world.

"Hey you, are you struggling there?” She let out a little giggle as she placed a pair of slippers in front of you.

You stood straight up and crossed your arms in an attempt to seem “cool”, but So-jeong knew you better than anyone, you being cool was just not a thing in her book. “No, no, not at all, I love playing bop-it with my shoes everytime I want to take them off.”

So-jeong laughed a bit, her nose scrunching a bit as she spoke to you, “Well at least you look cute whenever you do it.” She walked up in front of you so she could pull you into a hug.

"Haha well as long as you think it’s cute then I guess it’s fine..” You returned her loving embrace with an exasperated look on your face. You couldn’t hold that look on your face for long since you could feel the love she had for you basically emanating from her. 

So-jeong pulled away to look at your face, “Now what’s that grumpy look for..?” She asked as she lifted her hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You couldn’t help but smile almost immediately, “Why do you have to be so sweet..?” You leaned forward to plant a small kiss on her lips. “You make me so happy.”

She let out a small breath of air before pulling you back into a small tight hug. “I'm glad, because you make me feel even happier. Now let's stop with the sappiness and follow me, I got you something to wear so you wouldn't be out of dress code.” She pulled away from you, her hand moved down your arm to envelop yours in a warm embrace.

“Dress code..?” You finally looked at what she was wearing, and suddenly Yerin’s outfit didn’t seem so random to you, “Oh don’t tell me..” You playfully rolled your eyes. 

“Too late, you stepped through the door so now you have to wear the outfit, c'mon everyone else is already waiting to start.” Toad, I mean, So-jeong said as she led you to her room.

"Okay I guess now I have to ask, why exactly are you dressed as toad and why was Yerin dressed as Luigi..?” 

“Well the girls and I found these on the internet and thought it would be fun to wear these during our Mario Kart night, plus these onesies are super soft so you can sleep in them too.” She let go of your hand once you made it into her room so she could grab something from her closet.

You shook your head as you grabbed what it was when she handed it to you, "Oh god.." you mumbled with a smile as you looked at the Bowser onesie in your hands. "Bowser, really?" You laughed as you looked back up at So-jeong.

She tilted her head to the side as she offered her explanation, "I’m sorry they didn’t have a Link one and the girls had called dibs on all the other outfits." She smiled before opening the package in your hand, “But don’t worry you’re still going to look cute in it.”

You let out a laugh before shaking your head, “That’s not the problem, you know my biggest beef in Mario Kart is with Dry Bones Bowser..” You let out a little sigh as you unfolded the onesie, “Well at least it’s not Shy Guy, I hate that dude too.”

So-jeong let out a giggle, “I knew better than to get you shy guy.”

"Well I appreciate that, but I also want to add that you look adorable as Toad.” You took in her outfit one more time before smiling at her. 

Her cheeks reddened and she turned her face away from you "Thank you, but hurry up and get dressed please."

"Alright, alright." You mumbled as you did what she asked. “Okay there, it's on.” 

So-jeong looked over at you, her eyes instantly lighting up when she saw you in the onesie, “Ahh so cute.” She reached to grab her phone that was sitting on her counter so she could snap a few pictures of you. 

“Ah So-jeong stop, that’s embarrassing..” You covered your face up with your hands.

She let out another soft giggle before putting her phone away, “Okay sorry, but you really do look so cute. How do you feel about it..?”

"Um, well it's really soft," you admitted as you put your hands down away from your face.

"Well I'm glad, now let’s go out, the girls are waiting on us." she grabbed your hand to lead you out to the living room where the rest of the girls were waiting.

Once you made it out to the living room So-jeong let go of your hand so she could go to the kitchen. You made your way onto the couch, sitting next to Eunha, who was dressed as Princess Peach.. Figures. 

"Did you get the game set up?" Yuju asked as she walked in wearing a Waluigi onesie.

"Yeah Sinb did it." Umji answered, in her Mario onesie, as she walked towards the couch with four joy cons in her hands.

So-jeong walked back into the kitchen with Yerin following behind her. The snacks you had bought were in their hands.

They placed the snacks on the coffee table then So-jeong clapped while looking around the room, "Who are we missing? Oh, SinB!" She called out.

"I'm coming!" SinB yelled from down the hallway.

"Okay well hurry up" So-jeong said as she sat down next to you.

SinB walked in moments later wearing a Wario onesie, she sat down on the rug in front of the couch.

So-jeong slipped her hand into yours before speaking up, "Okay so who's going first?" 

"We are!" Eunha, SinB, Umji, and Yuju all said at the same time.

"Okay, losers have to give up the controls."

“Okay.” The four girls responded as they were selecting their characters.

"Who do you think is gonna win?" You asked So-jeong as you played with her fingers.

"Hmm, probably Umji, she's been playing more after practice than usual." So-jeong looked at you with a smile, "What about you?"

"Hmm.. Well my money is on Eunha."

"Thanks!" Eunha yelled as the game was starting.

As the game went underway, So-jeong laid her head on your shoulder as her eyes were focused on the match ahead. 

"Yes!!" Eunha yelled when she crossed the finish line first, followed by Umji, then SinB, and lastly Yuju.

"That's not fair I would've won if you didn't cheat!" Yuju yelled as she set the control down. “I was in first for the first two rounds…” 

"Hey, I didn't cheat, I can place a banana peel on the road, it's a part of the game. Jeez, just stick to singing loser." Eunha flicked Yuju's forehead.

"Shortie." Yuju mumbled.

"Hey!" Eunha hit Yuju's arm, "Sore Loser."

You couldn't help but laugh at the girl next to you, "Its a good thing we don't play Monopoly because I'm pretty sure she would murder one of you." You whispered to So-jeong..

"Yeah no kidding," she laughed back.

After they had settled down it was your turn to play. You got SinB’s control, Yuju gave Yerin hers, and So-jeong got Umji's.

The four of you selected your favorite character then your match started. So-jeong had come out victorious meanwhile you came in last out of the four of you. Yerin was a close second and Eunha closely trailing behind her.

Everyone continued to play for a while longer until everyone was all Mario’d out for the night. Now the seven of you sat in the living room as the youngest two argued over which movie to watch for the night.

"Can we please watch Moanna?" Umji asked for the fifth time.

"But I want to watch Step Up Revolution, we just watched Moana a few weeks ago." SinB whined.

They continued like that for a while until SinB ultimately gave in.

"Fine, we can watch Moanna.." she grumbled as she handed Umji the control.

You looked up at So-jeong, who had let out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank God I thought I was going to have to break up a fight." she smiled at you.

"Umji wouldn't hurt a fly, and SinB, well~ she wouldn't hurt little Umji." you reassured her.

"Unfortunately she's right," SinB answered as she leaned over onto Umji as they both got comfortable for the movie.

So-jeong laughed as she got up, "Where are you going?" You asked her.

"To go get some blankets." She answered you with a smile.

"Oh okay..” you looked around at the rest of the girls who were all sprawled out in the living room, eyes glued to tv, well all eyes except for Yerin’s, since she fell asleep with a gummy bear stuck to her cheek a while ago.

You felt something land on your head.

"Here you go." You heard So-jeong say as she passed out the rest of the blankets.

You pulled the blanket off of your head then looked at her. "Yerin already fell asleep."

"Help me take her to her room?" She asked.

"Mhm," you nodded and stood up.

You gently picked Yerin up and laid her over your shoulder as you followed behind So-jeong to Yerin's room.  

So-jeong opened the door and turned on a lamp. You set Yerin down on her bed and So-jeong covered her up. She looked at peace, and less gummy beared. 

"C'mon" So-jeong whispered as she turned the light off, “She had a busy day today so let's just let her rest.” She reached for your hand so she could lead you out of Yerin’s room.

The two of you quietly settled back onto the couch, while all the other four girls were all entranced by the movie. 

_

Once the movie had ended all of the girls were passed out in the living room.

"Hmm.. Yeah I'm not taking all of them to their rooms." You mumbled as you rubbed your eyes.

"It's alright, we have the day off tomorrow anyways so it's okay if they wake up sore from sleeping on the floor." So-jeong said as she stood up.

"Well it won’t hurt to move them onto the couches, there’s enough room for all of them , I don’t know why they always choose to lay on the floor. You stood up as well.

“Hmm well you can do that and I will clean up real quick.” So-jeong started to gather up the half eaten bags of snacks from the floor. 

“Okay deal.” You moved to carefully lay the four girls on the couches as So-jeong picked up the rest of their mess. 

So-jeong yawned and turned the Tv off.

"Sleepy?" You asked with a smile once you had finished laying Umji down.

"A little bit," she looked at you with a tired smile.

"Okay well let's go to bed" you grabbed her hand once you finished laying a blanket on top of Umji. 

The two of you walked into her room, she laid down on her bed first and you followed right after her. “Wow..” Her fluffy comforter immediately welcomed you.

So-jeong let out a small laugh as she dragged you under the blankets with her. “Good night.” She wrapped her arms around you.

You couldn’t help but smile, “Good night.” Your smile only grew as you felt her place a soft kiss on your forehead.

You couldn’t have asked for a better Friday night. 

[astraystayyh]

pieces of you

single dad!chan. x fem!reader

genre : neighbors!au. fluff. angst. slow burn. mutual pining. 8.7k wc

summary : In which you and chan are each other's missing pieces. Alternatively, Chris and his daughter come knocking at your apartment asking for flour, and he's no longer embarrassed when you open the door.

a.n. : my chris best girl dad agenda is going strong!!!!!! my second fic for the winter falls collab with my writer xi hehe i hope you will all enjoy reading!! feedback is highly appreciated 🤍 the song chris will write for sowon is light by sleeping at last, highly recommend listening to it!!

winter falls masterlist.

i. 

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

“Shh, daddy smile.”

Soft murmurs linger just beyond your door, elusive words that could easily be dismissed as figments of your imagination. However, any doubt in your mind dissipates with three resounding knocks, jolting you from your momentary contemplation. 

A reluctant groan escapes you as you glance down at your attire—a loosely hanging oversized hoodie, a testament to the numerous times it has been tugged down, and a pair of pajama pants whose matching top has mysteriously vanished. Clearly, you don't feel presentable enough to welcome anyone at this late hour. So, you remain motionless, futilely lowering the TV volume in hopes that whoever's behind the door will just continue with their night. But the knocks persist against your wish, so, with a resigned sigh, you rise from your seat, your blanket cascading to the ground in a soft descent.

“What–” the words dissolve in your mouth like a sweet nectar as you open the door, your eyes beholding no one in your periphery. A slight tug at your pants draws your attention downward, only to find the most adorable child your eyes have ever laid on. She's clad in Rapunzel-themed pajamas, wolf slippers bumping into your plain ones, and, to your surprise, a whisk cradled in her small hand. 

“Hey there,” your voice softens as you crouch to meet her warm gaze. You find an innocent happiness gleaming in her eyes, a radiant spark shining even beneath the corridor's muted light. Two dimples adorn her cheeks as she smiles at you. 

“Hi, my dad wants to tell you something,” she says, pointing with her whisk to the very end of the hallway. You crane your neck, trying to catch a glimpse of the elusive figure. 

“Your dad?”

“Mm. He’s a bit shy, that’s why he’s hiding,” she confides in a whisper. But, despite her earnest attempt, her words still resound loudly in the vacant space, causing giggles to spill out of your mouth. 

“And you aren’t shy?” you inquire, tilting your head. 

“Nu-uh,” she shakes her head with conviction as someone emerges behind her. She instinctively wraps an arm around their leg, nestling her cheek against their thigh. 

She isn't shy because she feels protected.

You rise from your place, eyes locking with a familiar shade of brown. Only these hold a mesmerizing quality to them making your very breath catch in your throat. Kindness pours from his gaze as it travels down your face, a sentiment that further materializes as delicate smile lines stitch around the corner of his eyes.  

He’s beautiful. 

Your eyes trail down to two pairs of dimples, mirroring the ones of his daughter perfectly. She is his living portrait, sharing his eyes, lips, and smile. Yet, his cheeks blush in a hue she does not possess, while his left hand fiddles with his earlobe, in an unspoken, timid gesture. For some odd reason, it pierces straight through your heart.

“Sorry for bothering you,” a smooth Australian accent rolls off his tongue, similar to rich butter spread on warm bread- it infuses your being with tingles pulsating from the base of your toes. You suddenly no longer miss your blanket.

“I'm your next-door neighbor. We were just making cookies and we realized we actually  don’t have flour,” he explains, a bashful smile imprinted onto his lips. 

“You didn’t check beforehand?” you ask, laughter tinting your voice. 

“I forgot,” he admits, but his tone sounds almost sad as if beating himself over it. A fleeting shadow veils his face briefly, dissipating like a passing cloud grazing the sun.

“Can we borrow some from you? I told Sowon that we could go to the store but she said it’s too cold out,” he asks, his hand resting on his daughter’s shoulder soothingly. 

“It is too cold out,” you agree with a frown, looking down at Sowon to which she smiles brightly, happy to have your support. 

“And of course, I'll bring you flour. Don’t worry about it. Do you want to come in meanwhile?”

“It's okay, we'll wait here. Don’t want to intrude.” 

“Thank you!” Sowon beams, her missing tooth in full display. 

“Yeah, thank you so much…” he trails out, tilting his head as if to silently inquire about your name.

“Yn. And you?”

“Chris.”

“Nice to meet you, Chris,” you smile, shaking his extended hand. His fingers wrap around your palm, and it feels as if you’re grasping thunder, crackling with an electricity that your eyes can’t behold, yet your soul does, suddenly illuminated from within. 

Your smile grows as you detach yourself from his hold, before bending forward to bop Sowon’s nose. “And nice to meet you too Rapunzel.” 

Your words make her hide behind her father’s leg, peeking out slightly to look at you. 

“See I'm not the only one who gets shy,” Chan chuckles, and Sowon whines in complaint, further burying her face in her dad’s grey sweatpants. 

Adorable, so much it stirs a long-forgotten melancholy within your being. 

“She gets a pass, she's still young, right Sowon?”

“Are you calling me old then?” Chan fakes outrage, bringing one hand to his chest while the other cradles Sowon’s back. 

“Old enough to forget about flour,” you wink and he laughs, looking down at your slippers. 

“Touché.” 

A few minutes go by before you come back, a recipient full of flour in your hands. The sight before you makes you pause in your tracks– Chris, leaning against the wall, Sowon propped on his hip, her arms loosely hanging around his neck, her eyes closed. 

“Did she…” you whisper and he turns to you. 

“Yeah, fell asleep,” he smiles fondly, tucking a few strands of her hair behind the curve of her ear. “She’ll be disappointed when she wakes up to no cookies. She wanted us to have a baking holiday tradition.”

“You don’t know how to make them?” 

“No, I was counting on a six-year-old to assist me,” he chuckles quietly, prompting a snort from you. 

“Well, keep the flour, in case you need it again.” 

“Thank you, Yn,” he grins, the smile taking over his entire face, grabbing the recipient from you. 

“You’re welcome Chris,” you say, as you both linger around the door still, not making any attempt to move. 

Your eyes refuse to peel away from his, as if there were a magnetic force drawing you to him, telling you that your gaze belonged to rest on him.

“Uhm,” he clears his throat, leaning away from the wall. “I'll get going.”

“Yeah, sleep well, Chris.”

“Thank you,” he smiles before turning around. 

An idea brews in your head, a germ sprouted by the clear adoration in which Sowon gazed at her dad, and the disappointment in his face as he said he would no longer be making cookies. Had you wished to dig a little deeper, you would’ve also found a long-buried feeling of a little girl who would have loved holiday traditions as well. You close the door before heading straight to your kitchen. 

One hour later 

You knock softly on Chris’ door, fidgeting from one foot to another. You almost retract back to your apartment after your fourth knock, when the door finally opens, Chris coming into your line of sight. 

“Hi,” you greet, hands behind your back. 

“Hey,” he smiles, leaning his arm on the doorway, right above your head. He tilts his head to the side, silently wondering what you want. The words dissolve in your mouth at the way his eyes fixate on you as if trying to peer behind your irises onto your mind. 

“Cookies,” you bring the plate before him, as his eyes grow wide, an incredulous smile drawn on his lips. 

“You made them?” 

“Yeah, didn't want Sowon to be disappointed,” you shrug and his eyes grow wild, racking all over your face in disbelief. 

“You didn't have to do this,” he finally says, tone softening, syllables ringing like a sweet sonnet in your ears. 

“I know. I wanted to. and I'm a baker so making cookies comes easily to me, don't worry about it,” you shrug sheepishly, biting your lower lip slightly. You felt scrutinized by him in ways you haven't felt before. 

“Thank you, Yn, I don’t even know what to say,” he says, his smile resembling a beam of light. A surge of pride courses through you at managing to bring it forth. 

“No need to say anything. I hope I didn't wake you up,” you smile sheepishly and he shakes his head. 

“No, I- I was working in my studio and Sowon is asleep. It's just us two. Always has been,” he adds, tone slightly changing, air growing heavier between you both. It's just them two. 

“Studio?” you inquire, hoping to dispel the tension latching around you both. 

“I'm a music producer,” he clarifies. “I made a studio here so I could stay the night with Sowon.” 

“I'm sure she appreciates that,” you say as you hand the plate to him. His fingertips brush against your own, and a slight electricity courses through you at the touch, the hallway suddenly brighter from the fireworks ricocheting off of you both.

“I…. I'll get going.”

“Yeah, yeah, don't want to take more of your time.”

“I'll see you around.” 

“Yeah, I'll see you,” he says, words not ringing carelessly into the air, sounding more like a promise. He'll see you, he'll make sure of it. 

ii. 

“Can you wait!” a voice echoes near the building entrance, and you prevent the elevator doors from closing as hurried steps near you. 

You recognize the voice easily by the light tingles running down your spine, the Australian accent shooting straight through your heart. Its owner materializes, Chris— leather jacket hugging his muscles snuggly, black t-shirt tucked into a pair of blue jeans, cap nestled on his head, rebellious strands of ebony hair peeking behind it.

You find the breath knocked out of you once again at his sight. He's beautiful, even more so in broad daylight, where every feature of his comes to life, beckoning, demanding your sole attention. 

“Hey, Yn,” he smiles in delight, uttering your name in a familiarity that infuses your being with warmth. Even though you've only talked once, two days ago. 

“Hey, Chris,” you greet back, pressing the fourth elevator button again. you face the mirror to find Chris already looking at you, his eyes instantly locking with yours. 

“The cookies were good,” he smiles softly and you grin. “I'm glad you think so.” 

“Where is your bakery? I need to taste more of your baking.” 

The butterflies in your stomach tone down at his words, your attraction momentarily forgotten as gratitude coats your heart instead.

“I can text you the address?” you propose. 

“Yeah, here,” he takes out his phone, a picture of him and Sowon set as his lock screen— their cheeks are pressed tightly to one another, messily done eyeliner on both their eyes. you giggle to yourself as you grab the device.

“Cute picture,” you muse and he brings an arm to his neck, scratching the side of it timidly. 

“She insists on trying her makeup on me.” 

“She makes you look better,” you giggle and he rolls his eyes, tongue poking against his cheek. 

“She wants to become a stylist,” he explains, as the elevator doors open. He lets you out first, arm stretched forward.

“I find her passion really cute so I buy her anything she asks for,” he shrugs and you chuckle, pointing to the bag of pink ribbons he is carrying. 

“Let me guess, she wants to use these on you?”

“Yeah. She also said that I quote ‘need to learn new hairstyles because her friends always come to class with intricate braids, and she can't go to class with a simple one.’” He repeats, tone growing slightly high-pitched as he mimics his daughter's words. Yet, the fond smile on his face is louder, screaming of his love for her. 

“She has you wrapped around your finger,” you muse, leaning against your door. The keys in your bag are long forgotten. 

“She can be very scary for such a little girl.” 

“What does she threaten you with?” you ask, feigning horror. 

“No goodnight kisses,” he whispers, as if scared she'd hear him beyond the wooden door. 

“Torture,” you gasp, placing your hand on his shoulder reassuringly. Yet, the smiles slip out of your face instantly. Was it normal for clothes to dissolve under your touch, layers of cotton and leather doing nothing to stop the warmth of his skin from seeping through you? Was it normal to be so affected by such an innocent touch? 

“Uhm,” you clear your throat, “I can help you. with her hair, I mean.” 

“You don't have to. I already took too much from your time with the cookies,” he seems truly apologetic, his tone sobering as if despising others doing things for him. You see yourself in him, in the way he wants to carry the world’s burden on his shoulders. It is a reflection you wish to mend. 

“I don't mind, I remember feeling jealous of the other girls in my school so I made myself learn all the braids.” 

And then you see his gratefulness, the twinkle in his eyes that you can only grasp for a millisecond before they disappear into moon crescents. Happiness looks grand on him, overtaking his entire face, brightening his features with a glow too ethereal to be of mankind, as if they were carved to translate joy. You find yourself willing to give up more of your time to see it.

“Thank you,” he breathes out and you nod, a grin taking over your face as well. 

“You’re welcome. Let me just change my clothes.” 

☃︎⋆꙳•❅

“And then, you pull the right strand all over to the middle one. Then you repeat, this way the ribbon is braided into the hair,” you explain to a very concentrated Chris, his eyebrows furrowed as he follows your movements. 

“It looks easy when you do it,” he frowns and you giggle, handing the mirror to Sowon so she'd be able to look at her hair. 

“Do you like it,” you ask, a tad apprehensive and she beams, dimples that almost swallow her chubby cheeks surging forth. 

“Pretty!” she exclaims and you giggle, bopping her nose. “You are pretty.”

“And you are pretty too. right, daddy?”

You turn back to find Chris watching you, a smile so fond on his face that it renders your insides putty, coats your cheek in the palest shade of pink.

“Very much so,” he says, tone quieter, his eyes never leaving yours. 

Sowon suddenly climbs on her dad’s lap, star and moon stickers in hand. She places them all over his face, and he sits there diligently, arms wrapped around her midriff so she won't slip away. Every carefully placed sticker is punctuated by a soft gasp from him and a small giggle from her. You could feel the love radiating from both of them, a feeling so strong it made your heart twist in your chest. 

Were there red neon exits you weren’t aware of in your being? Ones through which love trickled away all these years ago? Were the spaces between your fingers carved to hold someone’s hand, or to make everything you've ever wanted slip from your grasp?

“What do you think?” Sowon startles you and you force a smile on your face, willing the heaviness in your heart to dissipate. There were questions you'd never find the answers to, you had to make peace with that.

“I love it!” you grin and Sowon nods, satisfied. You look down at your lap as Chris fixates his eyes on you, a worried crease growing between his eyebrows. 

“Fun is over, you need to do your homework, Miss Bang,” he scolds and you snort, as Sowon rolls her eyes slightly. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” he fakes offense and you giggle as Sowon huffs slightly. “Dad, I told you I have no homework. I already did it with uncle Felix.” 

“Oh, right,” he deflates slightly before brightening up once again, “then, you should put away all these hairbrushes and ribbons, okay?”

“Will you watch a movie later with me?”

“Of course, baby.”

“Okay then,” she grins, quickly standing up to start putting away her things. you smile, getting up your turn to leave. Chris understands and stands with you on cue. 

“You can stay and watch the movie with us.”

“It's okay, I have some things to work on,” you turn around, but then you feel his fingers wrapping around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, hand still burning straight through your skin, igniting a million nerve ends with a simple touch. You avoid his eyes, looking down at the ground. It seems to be response enough for him. 

“We’re conditioned to say yes even when we aren’t, right?” he speaks softly, his words travel through your veins in a rapid course against the current of your blood— which one will reach your heart first and flood it? 

Your facade cracks. His voice wins. 

“So, you don't have to reply now,” his thumb swipes once across your pulse. “But I'll be here if you ever wish to tell the truth.” 

iii.

You’ve grown exceptionally fond of Chris in the span of mere months, more than you would like to admit to yourself. It was an easy task, as natural as the current of a waterfall. Yet, you did not plan for it, for a new emotion to settle on top of your lungs, to make you more aware of your heart and how it beats, slightly faster, around Chris. But it happened serendipitously, against all odds, when he knocked on your door at 10 p.m. asking for salt.

“Should I start buying groceries for you?” you joked, and it took Chris a millisecond longer to respond, his gaze wandering across your face, as if discovering the world’s eighth wonder, hidden in plain sight all these years. 

“For my defense, I have a daughter that likes experimenting with cooking,” he smiled, and you raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Just with salt?”

“She added four teaspoons of it in an omelet. Then forced me to eat it because I always tell her food shouldn't go to waste,” he shudders at the memory and you chuckle loudly. 

Chris knocks on the doors of your heart, once.

It happened when you spotted a cockroach the size of your palm on your bedroom wall. You would’ve killed it, you were going to, except it started flying towards you and you let out a loud shriek you didn’t know your vocal chords were capable of conjuring. So, you called Chris. 

“Can you please come over,” you murmured, crouching near the entrance door, a pair of slippers in your hand.

“Why are you whispering? are you okay?” he sounded worried, and you heard the turning of a lock as he opened the door to his apartment. He didn’t ask questions, instantly coming to your aid. A sudden urge to weep filled your being at his gesture. 

“There is a cockroach. a flying one,” you precised, horror dripping from your tongue and his laugh flooded your ear, tiny squeaks that made your hold on the slipper grow limp. 

“I'm from Australia,” he knocked on your door, and you stood up promptly. “I've seen worse,” he said once you finally opened it, his eyes softening incredibly when they met yours. 

He did kill the cockroach, by spraying your insect repellent enough times to asphyxiate you too. “I don't think I can sleep in there tonight,” you sighed, gulping down ice cold water, “why does it feel like we went through war?” 

“We? You were behind my back all the time.”

 “I was cheering you on, from afar. Spiritually.”

 “I can’t believe a cockroach scares you this much.”

 “You literally screamed when it flied towards you too.”

 “I didn't scream! I made a very manly, non-terrified sound.”

 “Mm, sure,” you giggled, voice softening at the blushing of the tip of his ears. Chris didn't have to force the door down to your heart, you willingly opened it for him. 

And after that, it was a race to find the silliest excuses to see one another. Chris suddenly taking up an inkling for baking, you manifesting a newfound interest in music, Sowon needing her makeup done for a dance, Chris visiting you in your bakery, Sowon craving your cookies and you teaching her the recipe, Chris knocking on your door and you knocking on his. The same giddy smiles on your faces as you usher each other in. And it always, always ending with a movie night. 

“Let's watch Tangled,” Sowon exclaims, clapping her hands excitedly. 

“Baby, we watched this movie for the past…” he looks at you for support. “Three,” you whisper, a bashful smile on your face. “Yeah, for the past three movie nights,” he whines slightly.

“But I love it,” she says, her pout morphing into a huge grin. “Again! Again! Again!”

“Fine,” he concedes, mouthing “save me,” from afar to you. You giggle softly while Sowon cozies up to your side, your arm naturally draping across her body while her legs stretch atop Chris’ lap, naturally, as if having you both by her side was the way things have always been. The only reality she’s ever known.

It is a fleeting fifty minutes as the three of you watch the movie, Sowon reciting excitedly the lines that she seems to remember. But then the quiet is replaced by her soft snores, her body growing light against you.

“She fell asleep,” you whisper, tapping Chris’ shoulder to catch his attention. He tilts his head to the side, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as his eyes land on his daughter. 

“I'm sorry you have to watch the same movie every time,” he says apologetically and you shake your head. 

“I don't mind. Tangled is a good movie.” 

“Are you here just because of the movie?” he smiles, dimples peeking through. The juxtaposition between the weight of his words and the soft expression on his face makes a buzzing warmth spread through you. He’s cold and hot, in and out, yours but not. 

“What do you want me to be here for?” you throw back, squeezing his shoulder slightly. 

“The company.”

“I do find Sowon entertaining.”

“Just her?” he pouts and you giggle, tipping your head back. 

“And you too, I suppose, by extension.”

“By extension, mm,” he hums, as he gathers Sowon in his arms, freeing her from your hold. “Then I guess I shouldn't come visit you in your bakery anymore. Since you only enjoy my presence by extension.”

“So sassy,” you shout-whisper as you both walk to Sowon's bedroom, “I like your company too, idiot.” 

“Yeah?” he turns back to look at you, tone a tad bit too hopeful. He doesn’t care that he sounds eager for your approval, not when he feels as if he can only truly breathe when you're near. 

“Yeah, Chris, I really do,” you speak earnestly, and Chris bites his lower lip slightly, suddenly overwhelmed by the gentleness of your tone. Your eyes follow his action instantly. 

He lowers Sowon gently onto the bed and she stirs awake, blinking repeatedly at the both of you. “Yn,” she calls out quietly once her eyes land on yours and you kneel before her bed. Chris watches from the door entrance as Sowon cups her hand near your ear, before whispering something to you. He notices your body stiffening, your gaze fleeting to him before you relax, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

He wishes he could freeze time, stitch this moment into his eyelids until it is the only thing he sees when he goes to sleep. Loneliness is too big of an enemy for one person to fight off, but it seems more harmless when you are near. 

Chris sees you right here, every night, not forcing your place into his family, but falling seamlessly into place. Perhaps you were the missing piece that’ll soothe the burn in his heart. Perhaps he’d let you in, even as fear paralyzes his being at the mere thought of asking you to stay. 

One week later. 

You've grown used to the knocks on your door at ungodly hours of the night, Chris seeking your company each time you both fail to fall asleep. Except this time, there is a chilling premonition in your heart as you walk to your home’s entrance, anxiety coiling like a steel ball in your throat. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask upon opening the door, locking eyes with Chris's bloodshot gaze.

“Sowon,” he heaves, tone laden with fear, so different from how he usually pronounces her name. The syllables pierce through your heart like an arrowhead dipped in alarm. 

“Sowon?” you question, peering behind him to his slightly ajar apartment door.

“Yes, she has a high fever, and it won’t come down. I tried everything, and I-I don’t know what to do anymore. She’s shaking, but I can’t—”He trembles, his quivers akin to delicate chinaware on the precipice of an earthquake, poised to shatter at your feet. You'd plunge to the ground first, anything to soften his impending collapse.  

“It’s okay,” you soothe, your voice soft as you grasp his wrist. “Let’s go see her, okay?”

“It's her first time being this sick,” he whispers, clearly distraught, one hand running through his freshly dyed blonde hair. 

“It's okay. Don’t panic, it happens. Did you give her medicine?”

“Yes, a few minutes ago,” he replies as you guide him towards her room.

“Good, it'll start working soon,” you reassure, opening the door and crouching before Sowon.

“Hey, Rapunzel,” you coo softly, and Sowon attempts to muster a smile. Her cheeks flush, eyes dim like withered petals.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, pressing your hand to her feverish forehead. You cast a wary glance at Chan, who's anxiously biting his thumb.

“Cold,” she whispers, and you nod, peeling off her blanket. “I know you are, but you have a high fever. We need to let it cool down, okay?”

“I-I’m shaking,” Sowon sighs, lower lip protruding and trembling, both from the iciness clawing at her frail being, and the tears welling in her waterline, like a cup on the brink of overflowing. 

“Shh, don't cry. It will pass, it's okay,” you murmur soothingly, cradling her face on your lap, gently moving damp strands of her hair behind her ear.

“Chris, can you bring me a towel and a bowl with cold water?” you ask softly, and the man startles, painfully peeling his eyes away from his daughter, as if doing so would consign her to a dark fate.

“Sure. Sure,” he repeats, scurrying out of the room.

Sowon buries her cheek in your thigh, small hands clinging tightly to yours. You tie her hair up into a loose bun as Chan hurriedly comes back, a bassinet in his hand.

“Thank you,” you smile, as he kneels beside the bed, his hand resting on Sowon’s knee gently.

“Hey sweetheart,” he coos softly, and Sowon blinks at him, light spilling over her face. 

“Hey daddy,” she replies as you dip the towel into the water, before squeezing the fabric to remove any liquid excess. 

“You're being so strong. I love you so much my pretty girl,” he says, bringing her small hand to rest upon his cheek, bestowing a gentle kiss on her palm. 

The moment feels so intimate, so tender, that you almost feel like an intruder. You imagine this is what thorns on roses must feel like, so out of place amid delicate petals and stems. 

“I love you too,” she grins, and you remain silent, diligently wiping her face and neck with the dampened towel. You soon lose track of the number of times you've repeated this motion, but Sowon’s eyes are now closed and her body is no longer trembling. 

You rest your palm upon her forehead, a sigh of relief escaping your body as you realize that her fever has gone down noticeably- the medicine finally taking effect.

“It's better now,” you smile reassuringly and Chris’s eyes widen, irises shaking as he looks back to his daughter. 

“Will she be okay?” 

“She will be. She just needs to sleep a bit.” 

“Okay, thank you.” 

“Can we prepare her something to eat meanwhile?” 

“Mm,” he absentmindedly nods, his fingers trailing down Sowon’s features delicately, resting upon her round cheeks. 

"She looks just like you," you softly smile.

"I know," he admits, not with pride but in surrender, as if his reflection was nothing but a cursed fate. His voice tastes like ocean water, salty, acid, suffocating.

“Chris…” you trail off and he shakes his head, abruptly standing up. 

“Let's make her chicken noodle soup. She loves it,” he says and you nod. A ticking bomb resides in his veins, devoid of a countdown, leaving you unsure of when he'll finally explode. 

You get your answer soon after—it takes two minutes and thirty-three seconds for the first tear to roll down Chris’s cheek. You spot it as you retrieve carrots from the fridge, averting your gaze as Chan angrily wipes it away.

A few seconds later, five tears follow the same agonizing trail, and now the knife is shaking in Chris’s hands. He squeezes his eyes shut as if frustrated by his pain, by the emotions escaping through the cracks in his heart.

You stay silent, bringing the water to a simmer.

The clank of metal against the counter snaps your attention, and you see Chris with his head lowered down, his hands tightly clutching the counter.

Your tongue moves before you can order it to speak. 

"Chris," you call out, your hand finding its place on his back. An ugly sob escapes his lips, a raw cry unearthed from the depths of the soil where he buried his feelings, never allowing himself the grace of grieving, then moving on. 

“I'm a horrible father,” he utters so brokenly as if this idea were cemented into his head, woven into every thought of himself—an adjective that lingers like a phantom each time Sowon calls him dad.

“You're not, what are you saying?” you gently turn him around so he'd face you. But his eyes remain downcast, as if ashamed to meet your gaze. 

“I didn't know what to do. I panicked. I-I wasn't enough to help her.”

“It's okay, you can't know everything, you are trying your best-”

“No, no, no, it's not just about this!” he snaps,  despair clinging to his eyes as he finally looks at you. “It’s hard. It’s so hard to be here alone, and I- I try but it's not enough, I can't do everything and I'm not a good enough parent for her, there will a-always be something missing.” 

“You're wrong,” you say but he shakes his head in disagreement. “Chris, you're wrong,” you cradle his face, taking you both by surprise. Your thumb swipes gently underneath the skin of his eyes, wiping his cascading tears. 

“You love Sowon. And she can feel it, she can see it, she can hear it. Everyone can. A parent can't be perfect, but they should love. And you love her.” 

“What if I can't even love her enough for a father? How will I ever fill the role of two parents?” he's leaning onto your palm, hanging onto your every word. You'd sit for hours and untangle every thread of his mind if you have to, until you single out the infested one and burn it away. 

“She loves you Chris. She looks at you as if you hang every star in the sky. As if you're responsible for every good thing that happens in our world. She loves you and you love her.”

You gaze up at the ceiling, tears welling in your eyes. Chan notices the subtle tremble in your hand against his cheek.

“If I had someone who loved me as much as you love Sowon when I was a child, I would've turned out so differently,” you smile bitterly, swallowing down the lump in your throat. 

“You won't be a perfect dad. You can't be. But she won't grow up with a throbbing heart, pulsating because of a void that cannot be filled. Her veins won't be poisoned by hate and abandonment. Because she knows what it's like to be loved,” you pause, as your voice breaks, traitorous tears rolling down your cheeks. “To be cared for.” 

Your eyes hold his in a silent conversation, secretly telling him what your tongue cannot speak of— Sowon, an untarnished blossom, won't unfurl into a solitary flower the way you did.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers after a while, eyes softening in understanding. His knuckles brush gently against your cheek. 

“Why are you apologizing?” 

“So you'd find a reason within you to forgive,” he says, as he leans forward to press a tender kiss on your forehead. And somehow it feels more intimate than any way you've been touched before. 

Five days later.

chris [11:32 p.m.]: you up?

yn [11:32 p.m.]: i just got bad flashbacks to my college years

chris [11:33 p.m.]: ajaksjsbsbbs

chris [11:33 p.m.]: i didn’t mean it like that ㅠㅠ 

chris [11:33 p.m.]: wanna come over? i'm in the studio but im not feeling inspired 

yn [11:34 p.m.]: and how will i help? 

chris [11:34 p.m.]: i find your presence inspiring 

You don’t reply, instead putting on your slippers and walking over to his apartment. He opens the door before you even have the chance to knock. 

“What are you working on?” you ask once you’re settled atop his chair, spinning around slightly. He looks down at the pillow on his lap, lightly plucking its pink fur. “A song for Sowon,” he admits softly and your eyes grow a little wide. 

“That is so sweet,” you pout, inching closer to him. “How is it going?”

“I've finished the melody and now I'm working on the lyrics. There is just.. so much i want to tell her, i'm unsure if ill be able to express it well.” 

“Can I read what you wrote?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, sure,” he searches through his papers. “Here.”

May these words be the first to find your ears

The world is brighter than the sun now that you're here

I'll give you everything I have

I'll teach you everything I know

I promise I'll do better

I will soften every edge

I'll hold the world to its best

And I'll do better

Tears spring to your eyes unexpectedly, you try to stop their flow but they fall upon the paper, splattering like a broken mosaic, mimicking the brokenness of your own heart. 

“I'm sorry,” you spin around, your back to him as you attempt to dry your tears, and yet they show no desire to stop. Chris is in your heart and he’s kicking every other emotion out, forcing you to make amends with your sadness, the one you buried years, years ago. 

Chris gently grabs the back of the chair, pulling you back to him before spinning your chair once again until you are facing him. You bury your face in your hands and his rests reassuringly on your knee, squeezing it slightly. “Is it so bad it made you sob?” 

“Shut up, you know this isn’t the case.” 

His hand delicately traces up your arm, gently lifting your fingers from your face. He kneels before you, his thumb tenderly wiping away the traces of tears on your cheeks.

“Talk to me?” 

“It's so beautiful, so warm, so loving. Everything a parent should think of their child,” a traitorous hiccup escapes your lips. “Everything my parents never felt for me.” 

Chris’ mouth morphs into a pout, eyebrows scrunching tightly. You shake your head, smoothing down the worried crease between his eyes. 

“I don't feel sad over things I can't control and I love myself enough now to compensate for what I didn't have, but sometimes-'' your voice breaks, Chan’s hold on your hands tightens. “It stings to remember what could’ve been.” 

Stings was an understatement, it is rather a pulsating void, throbbing in ache every day, calling out for its missing piece. How can I fill you with what was lost when it chose to walk away? 

“Come here,” he whispers, coaxing you to your feet, his arms enveloping your body as he guides your head to the crook of his neck. His body runs warm, the material of his sweatshirt soft, and he smells nice too, the contours of his muscles tailor-made to complement the ridges of your own. 

“You grew up well, Yn. You did well.”

You clutch his shirt, tightening your grip as you fist the fabric in your palm. He's patting your back, and time slows down to match the rhythm of his touch. 

“Love can be hard, I know. Especially when the people who left are the ones supposed to be staying.” 

He understands, more than anyone you know. He missed out on a different kind of love too, two facets of the same coin. 

“You’re doing well too, Chris. You shouldn’t doubt yourself as much,” your arms trail up to encircle his neck, as his nose tickles your hair. You're the one hugging him now. “Sowon is really smart, she told me that she loves you a lot. She can feel it. She sees everything you do for her.”

“Is that what she told you that movie night?”

“Partly,” you whisper, and Chris leans away slightly, his warm palms still pressed to your waist, holding you close. 

“What else did she tell you?” he asks, curiosity barely hidden in his tone.

You pause for a while, eyes going over the entire room before finally locking on him.

“She thanked me, said that I make you smile more.” You suck in a deep breath, gathering your courage. “Do I?” 

“There are smile lines that don’t show on my face until you're near.” 

“Oh.” That is the only coherent response you can formulate, and Chris giggles, a tiny squeak escaping his lips in a huff. “Cute,” he murmurs, planting a tender kiss on your temple. His lips linger, holding onto the moment a beat longer than necessary, causing your eyes to close in delight. Both of you find yourselves blushing as he leans away, a shared warmth coloring the space between you.

“Sorry, didn't mean to make the mood somber,” you say sheepishly as you sit back down, eyeing Chris’s laptop. “I wanna hear this,” you quickly point to a random track on his screen before he can reply, hoping to make the sadness flee away.

“This one? It’s not really good, let's listen to something else,” his rambling and eagerness to change the track pique your curiosity and you quickly click on the song before he can stop you.

connected.mp3 starts playing. 

Sultry beats inundate your ears, weaving through your veins and whisking you away to the pulsating rhythm of a dance club. You knew Chris produced good music, yet you never fathomed that his voice could be so luxuriously rich, cascading over you like molten wax. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks at the suggestive lyrics, the innuendos peeking behind every word. And then, a sudden jealousy claws at your heart, at the thought of Chris hunched in his studio, fantasizing about connecting with someone who isn’t you. 

You wished to be the only one Chris liked. 

“It’s a- a demo for one of my clients,” he explains through a stutter once the song is done, and you nod meekly, willing your body’s temperature to go down, for the possessivity crinkling in you to fizzle out. 

So, you put on your best taunting smirk.

“I know you want me don’t crumble.. No need to be desperate we’re just getting started,” you sing-song back. “You were feeling so cocky when you wrote this, right?” you grin, inching your chair closer to his. “Feeling yourself, Mr. Bang?”

He chuckles with a hint of annoyance, running his tongue along the expanse of his lower lip. Leaning back into his chair, he casually spreads his legs a bit wider, a gesture that suddenly leaves you feeling dizzy, on him.

“It’s cute how affected you seem by it,” he throws nonchalantly, crossing his arms before his chest.

“I'm not,” you smile, although your erratic heartbeat spoke of a different tale, you just didn't need to voice it to him. “I think you were the one getting all hot and bothered in your studio,” you stand between his legs, hovering over him as he leans back fully in his chair. 

“I was thinking of a pretty girl.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm,” he suddenly grabs your waist, you feel like your entire body is ablaze. “The prettiest.”

"Who is she?" you exhale, teetering on the edge of crashing your lips onto his, like an incoherent love poem, hastily scrambled on a notebook in a fit of anger.

“y–” The door suddenly opens, Sowon’s small frame standing by the door, she’s rubbing her eyes tiredly, her chick plushie dangling from her hand (a gift from her uncle Felix as she explained to you). You quickly scramble away from Chris as he clears his throat loudly.

“Daddy, I can't sleep,” she says faintly, a tiny pout drawn on her lips, and you can see Chris physically melt at her words, at the way she paddles to his chair, and tries her best to climb up his legs. She fails to do so, so he quickly scopes her up his arms until she’s buried in his hold. Her small hands wound up around his neck, and he tenderly pats down her hair, his gaze never wavering from her frame.

“Want me to sing to you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she whispers, before making grabby hands at you, your heart softens like clay dough as you scoot closer, enclosing her fingers in your hold. 

“Sleep well, Sowonnie,” you whisper. 

“Can’t you stay with us?” she asks and you feel your blood freeze in your veins, your heart skipping three beats at once.

To stay. What a frightening concept. Even more scary when you realize that you aren’t opposed to it. 

You yearn to stay, for the first time in years, you wish you could. 

You swallow the growing lump in your throat, before smiling reassuringly. “I'll stay till you fall asleep.” 

Conditions, it is the way it has always been for you. staying till you’re no longer useful, staying till you're no longer wanted. Staying, but always with a time limit, always with an expiration date. 

iv. 

You’re avoiding him. 

Chris knows you are, since you no longer come over to his house, claiming that you’re tired, or that you have an important order to bake for the next day. He would have believed you had he not seen you only once in the past three weeks. 

Those were excuses, and each one of them weighed heavily on Chris’ heart, on his home too, his studio particularly, the one that got used to the sound of your laugh. 

He misses you. He never thought he’d miss someone again, craving you presence as if every breath leaving his body depended on you. He wasn’t a stranger to intimacy, fleeting hookups every now and then. Strangers invited him to their bed, knowing what they were signing up for– one night of pleasure, never to be seen again, their faces blurring into an indistinct mass in his mind, like an impressionist painting where no features stand out. Yet, with you, every detail is etched in his memory. 

He could pick you out of a crowded room, recognize the delicate curve of your neck, the fullness of your lips, and the way your nose scrunches when you smile.

He could draw the moles scattered on your body from memory alone, recognize your scent from miles away– your cotton shampoo and the specific laundry detergent you love to use and a hint of vanilla that never truly leaves you. 

He’d remember the curve of your lashes and the cascading of your hair, the airy giggles you leave across like a trail for him to follow everywhere, and your eyes– the way they gazed at him, softening slightly around the edges, shining brightly as if crafted from stardust, the way they softened even more when you looked at Sowon, voice growing slightly high pitched as you listened to his daughter’s rambles.

How did you manage to make his home yours without ever living in it?

“Dad?” Sowon calls out and he snaps his head up, locking eyes with his little girl. She’s sitting on a high stool, munching on her pizza, a pensive look on her face.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he asks, walking over to her side.

“Where is Ynnie?” she asks in a small voice and he freezes, mulling over his response. He settles for the truth.

“I don't know, baby.”

“Does she not want to play with me anymore?” Sowon whispers, and he doesn’t remember his daughter ever being this tentative about voicing a question. 

“No!” he's quick to reassure, cradling Sowon’s face between his much larger hands. “Of course not baby she loves you a lot.”

“Okay…” she nods, a small pout drawn on her lips still. Chris senses his heart physically crack in his chest.

“Do you wanna work in the studio with me?” he says in a joyful tone, and she instantly cheers up, the twinkle in her eyes found again. “Yes!” 

“Finish your food first, okay Wonnie?” 

“Okay!” 

In Chris's life, regrets have been scarce, and certainly not in the form of Sowon, his beacon of hope, as he named her. Having her was beholding a sun wherever he went. However, a fear lingers, a whisper in his heart, suggesting that letting you go might be his one true regret.

So when his daughter falls asleep, he knocks on your door once again. He's suddenly transported into that cold night, months ago, where he asked you for flour. Had he known you were behind it he would’ve knocked much sooner. 

“Hi,” you greet softly once you open the door. He takes a step forward, his wolf slippers matching with Sowon’s bump into your plain ones. You avert your gaze, finding anything but him to fixate on.

“You're avoiding me,” he says matter-of-factly, voice soft, resigning to you.

“I'm not,” you contradict, even as your eyes remain on the ground. He finds himself missing the color of your irises.

"Look at me, hm?" he implores, and you stay rooted in place. A soft sigh escapes him as he cradles your right cheek with his warm hand, his thumb gently sweeping across your cheekbone. "Yn, please, I want to look at you."

Maybe it is the pleading tone of his voice or the way his thumb tenderly grazes your skin, but something about Chris makes your resolve unravel, threads of fear unknotting before your eyes. So, you finally look at him. An exhale of relief escapes him. 

And then you speak.

“You asked me if I was okay, and I didn't reply, back then,” you say, leaning your head further against his palm as tears well up in your waterline. “Do you still want to know my answer?”

“Of course, always.”

“I'm happy. With you, with sowon. I feel this warmth that I have never known before when I'm with you. It was almost easy to forget I've known you during winter,” you chuckle dryly, “but it is all an illusion, I lie to myself thinking I could stay, I… I can't, I-“

“What if I ask you to stay?” he brings your hand to his heart, where it beats erratically, pulse seeping through your skin.

He’s as scared as you are.

“Chris…”

“What if I told you, Yn, please stay with me,” he breathes out, guiding your hand to gently cup his cheek. “Would you? Would you stay?”

“I'm terrified,” you whisper, as he tilts his head, bestowing a tender kiss on your palm. 

“I know, so am I. But, you make me believe that even my bruised parts are worthy of love.”

He wins, before years of skeletons and piled up doubts, he wins. 

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I'm staying.”

“You are?”

“I am,” you giggle lightly and he staggers back, the sun pouring into his smile. 

“Um, wow, okay. Thank you for staying,” his voice sounds airy, happiness floating in his tone, and you find it contagious, imprinting into your own.

“Thank you for asking me to stay.”

“You made it less daunting,” he pats your head, smoothing your hair down. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

He giggles in response and you can't help but mirror the sound. “Why are you so nervous?”

“Whaaat? I'm not,” his tone grows high-pitched and you roll your eyes amusedly. 

“What happened to connected Chris?” 

“He is flustered by the girl he wrote about.”

Your cheeks tint red as he places a hand above your head, caging you in place. 

“I think the girl should get paid for being the muse.”

“Oh yeah?” he smirks, “I'll think about it.” His grin softens, as a content expression washes over his face. You know you must look the same. “Let's talk more tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” you grin, before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Good night, Chris.”

“Good night, yn.”

You quietly watch as he walks to his apartment door, his hand settling on the door knob. He pauses, for a few seconds where the air around you stills, before swiveling around and walking over to you again. 

you win. 

“I forgot something,” he breathes out, before crashing his lips onto yours, furiously, as if needing to imprint his essence onto you, tainting your soul the way you have tainted him, permanently altering the composition of his being. His lips move on yours as if they've done this before, a dance they have rehearsed countless times, perhaps in all the dreams Chris visited you in. Yet, nothing compares to how it feels to have him touch you, lick your lower lip and drag his hand up your hips, press you against your apartment door, and nibble at your neck. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the passion he shows you, for how delicious it feels to be pressed against him, for the storm that your lips conjure, swirling in your heart in vibrant shades of red. Then, for the softness of his lips as they slow down their course, plump and rosy as they meet your own, tenderly, more gently, one kiss after the other. “My hope,” he whispers, as his lips find yours again, “my missing piece.”

He’s hot and cold, in yet seeking no out, finally yours.

bonus (one year later). 

“So I brought the eggs, milk, sugar,” Chris enumerates as he takes out the groceries, and you turn to look at Sowon to find her already gazing at you, a mischievous look on her face. 

“How much do you wanna bet he forgot flour?” you whisper and she giggles, burying her face in her hands to stifle her laugh.

“And… Wait, where is the flour?” he trails off and you burst out laughing, as you and Sowon high-five each other excitedly. 

“Daddy, you are really bad at groceries.”

“Am I?” he smiles sheepishly, fiddling with his earlobe in a manner that still makes your heart melt, renders your insides butterflies speaking of Chris’ name.

“Yes, it’s good Mom bought it,” she says naturally, looking down at her iPad. You and Chris freeze in your tracks, eyes instantly locking with one another, yours and his, glossy with emotion, a loving tide enveloping you both. 

It's her first time calling you mom. 

You swallow down the lump in your throat, crafted not by thorns but by petals, not by ache but with love, before placing your chin on the small of her shoulder, murmuring softly. "Mm, will you help me bake, baby?"

“Yes! I wanna be a baker when I grow up, just like you.”

“What happened to being a stylist?”

“I can't be both?” she frowns innocently. 

“You can be anything you want, princess.” you bop her nose and she giggles, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. 

In the grip of winter, Chris discovers a warmth that defies the season, casting off years of cold from the recesses of his bones. A soft smile graces his lips as he gazes at you, his hopes, his girls, the three of you clad in wolf slippers.

He’ll propose to you tomorrow.

[forbebeandjam]

⋆ ✮ Master List ✮⋆

BEBE

STEP | Bada Lee x Fem reader | 21+

My Sleepy Head Pt. 1 | Minah Lee x Fem Reader | fluff

My Sleepy Head Pt. 2 | Minah Lee x Fem Reader | 21+

Kiss & Makeup | Bada Lee x Fem Reader | fluff

She’s So Cute! | Sowon x Fem reader | fluff

JAM REPUBLIC

Burn it down | Emma Huch x Fem Reader | Fluff

Fear | Audrey Lane x Fem reader | Fluff

Only You | Kirsten Dodgen x Fem Reader | 21+

Amnesia | Audre Lane x Fem Reader | Angst

Imagine with links (coming soon)

More work coming soon. Thank you for your patience 🫶🩷

P.S. do not copy my work plz! I’m more than happy to help with your own work but I work too hard on mine so please be respectful of others work!!

[k-germsworld]

Imagine sowon allow you to put her on a leash and fuck her as you pull it

I would play with her breath and made her reach an unimaginable orgasm. Everytime I thrusting her, I will pull the leash so she can let out a moan. Whenever I didn't hear her moan, I will pull more harder to let Sowon to let out a stronger moan.

[multiphandomunnies]

gfriend

reactions

you kiss their neck

you kiss them first

(*M*) first time with them

you spinning them

gf worried about a test

bf is a tattoo artist

open up about their sexuality

their s.o goes out every night

how would they cuddle

s.o gives them a back hug

penpal is a celebrity

meets gdragon

accidentally hurting s.o

imagines

sowon

coffee testing

flour-dusted

frappes

suffocating

years later

yerin

eunha

yuju

sinb

coffee

gf! sinb

umji

[eunhagal]

What is Eunha's order of preference when it comes to other members fucking her arse?

Not really a relevant picture. I just think Eunha looks real damn pretty (big surprise, I know). Anyway, to actually answer the question...

5 Yuju, because for as sadistic as Yuju CAN be, she's very gentle when it comes to sex. It's cute and all, but Eunha likes it rough

4 Umji is definitely capable of being rough, but cums a little too fast. She can keep going easily (she's very fit) but going limp means she'll have to switch to using her fingers or tongue. Not necessarily a problem, but Eunha wants to lose herself to a good, long pounding

3 Yerin fucks the same way she eats out, sloppy. She'll ram Eunha into the floor and make her scream for more, BUT Yerin has preferences of her own. Specifically, Yerin is more interested in being fucked herself, and if she fucks Eunha's ass, she'll demand that Eunha return the favor. Frankly, Yerin would be the number one pick, but Eunha is too lazy

2 Sowon is good by virtue of having the biggest cock. Unlike her head game, though, she's not super good at using it. She's not bad by any stretch of the imagination, but her technique is slow, clunky, and lacking. But that size certainly makes up for a lot

1 SinB doesn't have the size. In fact, she's got the smallest dick in the group (assuming we're not including Eunha), below Umji by a small margin. But SinB is a monster, and her smallish cock hardly makes a difference in how good of a lover she is in Eunha's eyes. It takes SinB quite a long time to cum, and when she does, her loads are huge and she's often ready to go again in under a minute. This is despite how hard she goes, putting Eunha into a submissive, and mostly empty, head space. And as an added bonus, SinB also loves fucking Yerin. So, after filling Eunha's ass, she'll make Yerin clean Eunha out, and then she'll fuck Yerin while Eunha gets to lay there, soaked ass in the air and mentally recovering from the mind-blowing fucking she was just subjected to

[ssaakuraaa]

M A S T E R L I S T ✿

my masterlist !! more works on the way !

S T R A Y K I D S

headcannons⇩

how they make out w/ u : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688603855866429440/s-t-r-a-y-k-i-d-s-h-e-a-d-c-a-n-n-o-n

grocery shopping w/ them : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688948495164620800/s-t-r-a-y-k-i-d-s-h-e-a-d-c-a-n-n-o-n

reactions ⇩

their reaction to u wearing their hoodie : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688520086449946624/s-t-r-a-y-k-i-d-s-r-e-a-c-t-i-o-n

their reaction to u taking a bite of their food without asking : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688521774815707136/s-t-r-a-y-k-i-d-s-r-e-a-c-t-i-o-n

their reaction to u wearing short clothing & they don’t like it : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688528140973359104/s-t-r-a-y-k-i-d-s-r-e-a-c-t-i-o-n

skz reaction when they get turned on !!smut!! : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688586076735127552/s-t-r-a-y-k-i-d-s-r-e-a-c-t-i-o-n

their reaction to seeing your ex in public : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/694113082699546625/stray-kids-reaction

certain members ⇩

bang chan

nothing

lee know / minho

[8:46] : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/692065588415266816/846-lee-minho-lee-know

changbin

nothing

hyunjin

nothing

han / jisung

nothing

felix

nothing

seungmin

nothing

i.n / jeongin

nothing

T W I C E

headcannons⇩

what they do when ur stressed : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688587536909713409/t-w-i-c-e-h-e-a-d-c-a-n-n-o-n

them as ur gf : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688597926984990720/t-w-i-c-e-h-e-a-d-c-a-n-n-o-n

top, bottom or switch : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/689529646302298112/t-w-i-c-e-h-e-a-d-c-a-n-n-o-n

them as your bully that secretly has a crush on you : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/694199432883945472/twice-headcannon

reactions⇩

twice reaction to you surprising them on tour

imagines ⇩

nayeon

nothing yet

jeongyeon

nothing yet

momo

nothing yet

sana

nothing yet

jihyo

nothing yet

mina

nothing yet

dahyun

nothing yet

chaeyoung

nothing yet

tzuyu

nothing yet

I T Z Y

headcannons ⇩

in the works !

reactions ⇩

their reaction when jealous : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688617507563683840/i-t-z-y-r-e-a-c-t-i-o-n

imagines ⇩

yeji

nothing yet

lia

nothing yet

ryujin

nothing yet

chaeryeong

nothing yet

yuna

nothing yet

L O O N A

headcannons ⇩

them as ur gf : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688698645523169280/l-o-o-n-a-h-e-a-d-c-a-n-n-o-n

reactions ⇩

in the works !

imagines ⇩

haseul

nothing yet

vivi

nothing yet

yves

jealousy : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/691673892480253952/j-e-a-l-o-u-s-y-yves

jinsoul

nothing yet

kim lip

nothing yet

chuu

noting yet

heejin

nothing yet

hyunjin

nothing yet

go won

nothing yet

choerry

nothing yet

olivia hye

nothing yet

yeojin

nothing yet

R E D V E L V E T

headcannons ⇩

making out w/ them : https://ssaakuraaa.tumblr.com/post/688773187610279936/r-e-d-v-e-l-v-e-t-h-e-a-d-c-a-n-n-o-n

reactions ⇩

in the works !

imagines ⇩

irene

nothing yet

seulgi

nothing yet

wendy

nothing yet

joy

noting yet

yeri

nothing yet

S O L O I S T S :

S U N M I

C H U N G H A

G F R I E N D

M A M A M O O

F R O M I S _ 9

[hotlink907]

Sex with while one tries to have a phone call

Under the table footjob

Watch masturbate

Sowon

Yerin

Yuju

Again, I apologize, but I don't really know any of these idols very well. That being said, here's my best answer!

Sex while one is on a phone call: I don't know Yerin very well, but I find her shorter hair pictures to give a sort of "business woman" vibe to her. I'd like to see her try and hold her composure while having sex. I think the challenge of it could make things really interesting!

Under the table footjob: Basing this solely off of what I could find from a few quick Google searches, but Yuju seems to have very nice feet (see the pictures above). As someone with a pretty strong appreciation for feet in general, I think that she would be the perfect choice for this. I'm not certain, but her feet seem to be pretty big compared to the rest of her body (at least in what I've seen), which would make it even more fun!

Watch masturbate: Finally, Sowon. She really has this kind of elegance to her. I think watching her would be a treat in itself. Getting to see her explore her body in the ways she knows best sounds like a lovely way to spend the evening.

[misswoozi]

Look! I feel like some idol producers and leaders, like Woozi / Suga/ Rm/ Bang Chan/ Hongjoong/Taeyong and etc, work so damn hard, until exhaustion sometimes. Although I would consider them care givers, I also think they want and need a care giver too! Someone who they don’t have to tell, because for fucks sake they won’t, they need something like a hug or a warm meal .

Imagine the happiness on this guys, when their partner just shows up at the studio with a warm meal, or when they hug them while they’re still sitting on their chair and their heads fall into the chest and the partner gives them a kiss on the head. Most of the times they are big spoons but when they’re tired or just emotional, they want to be the little spoons without even have to verbalise it, they just want to feel the warmth and someone telling them “You are doing amazing, but you have to rest. Okay, love? I love you!” . -SWA

OP, THIS IS AMAZING BECAUSE MY ALL TIME FAVORITE SHIP TROPE IS "the leader who takes care of the band + the member who takes care of the leader" and some of my all-time favorite pairings fit into that mold:

Suho/Chanyeol

Solji/Hyerin

Mingyu/Coups

Sowon/Yerin

Jihyo/Momo

I love that you love a similar dynamic 😭 The hard-working caregivers deserve the same love, compassion and support that they give!

[bunny-xoxo]

Imagine reading a post, but over the course of it the quality seems to deteriorate and it gets wose an wose, where the swenetence stwucture and gwammer rewerts to a pwoint of uttew non swence, an u jus dont wanna wead it anymwore (o´ω｀o) awd twa wol owdewl iws jus awfwul (´･ω･`);. bwt tw powost iwswnwt obwer nyet, it gwos own an own an own an own. uwu wanyaa stwop weadwing bwut uwu cwant stop wewding, uwu stwartd thwis awnd ur gwoing two fwinibsh it nowo mwattew wat! uwu hab mwoxie kwiddowo, bwut uwu wibl gwib ub sowon. i cwan wite wike dis fwor owors, swo dwont cwalengbe mii..

JOKES ON YOU ACTUALLY SUMMER CAUSE I UNDERSTOOD ALL OF THAT PERFECTLY /lh

I may not be able to write like that for hours, but I can read it plenty…

[curewhimsy]

Is it weird that I assigned an OC to be each of the Pokémon in my PMD AU?

The grovyle is my oc Enzo

And my OC Anya is my player Eevee and Sowon is the Riolu partner

Wigglytuff is my OC AL.exe who is a computer virus, but in this AU his name is just Alex and he is Not a Virus

Also my headcanons for Grovyle- (Enzo) -Autism -Emo but in a snarky way -Feral -Sits like L from Death Note and acts a bit like him. I don’t exactly know how L acts but I’d imagine it’s similar to what I have in mind

[a-teacup-of-golden-cracks]

submit something I'd like you to read? Yea I can do that. =>

"Imagine reading a post, but over the course of it the quality seems to deteriorate and it gets wose an wose, where the swenetence stwucture and gwammer rewerts to a pwoint of uttew non swence, an u jus dont wanna wead it anymwore (o´ω｀o) awd twa wol owdewl iws jus awfwul (´･ω･`);. bwt tw powost iwswnwt obwer nyet, it gwos own an own an own an own. uwu wanyaa stwop weadwing bwut uwu cwant stop wewding, uwu stwartd thwis awnd ur gwoing two fwinibsh it nowo mwattew wat! uwu hab mwoxie kwiddowo, bwut uwu wibl gwib ub sowon. i cwan wite wike dis fwor owors, swo dwont cwalengbe mii..

… wbats dis??? uwu awe stwill weedinb mwie powost?? uwu habe awot ob detewemwinyanyatiom!! ｡◕‿◕｡! u habve comopweedid tha pwost, good job!"

(Please don't actually read this, this is a joke)

Honestly I'd read this if I thought I could pronounce the things in it

[coldfanbou]

The Donor

Hello everyone! The last piece for this week is a Sowon one! This was an idea that originated in an ask.

Length 1.5K

Sowon x M reader

You watch Sowon’s livestream with bated breath; she begins with announcements about the largest donor. This month Sowon started a special promotion where the largest contributor to her Onlyfans would be able to spend a day with her. You poured in as much money as possible to try and win. Sowon holds off on saying who won, instead teasing her audience. She backs up from the camera and shows off her body. She wore short shorts and a crop top that left little to the imagination. Sowon’s usual styling on Onlyfans was that of a mistress clad in a black leather dress.  “The winner of this month's promotion, gets me all to themselves.” Sowon slides her hand under her shorts and fingers herself before pulling out her now-wet hand. “Don’t you all wish you could have some of this? Well, you can’t; only one of you can” You grow hard seeing Sowon tease you all like that. She then gets to announce the winner of the promotion. You’re stunned for a second when you hear your name called. You shoot out of your chair and cheer, knowing you get to spend a day with her. You quiet down once you hear your upstairs neighbors bang on the ceiling. You receive messages from Sowon to help set up the date. 

 The day came when you were supposed to meet Sowon. You spent most of the day walking around, and you talked to her casually for most of the day. You didn’t want things to be too awkward later, and this helped make her more comfortable.  As the day turned to night, the two of you finally headed over to a hotel she had booked. Before she headed to the counter, Sowon said, “You’re cute; I think we’ll have lots of fun.” She checks into the room, and the two of you head toward it. As you enter, Sowon says, “Let me get into something more comfortable. Why don’t you relax.” She heads off toward the bathroom, and you look at your room. It’s one of the higher rooms in the hotel, allowing you a great view of the city. You take off your clothes in preparation for Sowon and lay on the bed. Minutes go by before Sowon appears in the doorway. She’s completely naked; her body in full view makes you get an erection. Sowon smiles seeing you get hard because of her, and she makes her way toward you. As she gets to the foot of the bed, she crawls onto the bed toward you. She gets close to you and kisses you. Her hand grabs your cock; her thumb plays with your head. You moan as she slowly moves her thumb around the head of your cock. “That’s right, let me hear you moan. I want to know you’re feeling good.” Sowon continues to kiss you as she strokes your cock. 

“Fuck, you’re so good, Sowon.” you manage to get out between kisses. You can feel your balls tighten as you’re about to cum. Sowon senses it too. She whispers into your ear.

“Cum for me” Like she had control of your body with her words, you cum onto her hand with a few spurts. Sowon continues to stroke your cock. “That’s a good boy.” You moan as she keeps stroking you. “Do you like me stroking your long hard cock like this? Do you want my pretty lips to wrap themselves around your cock?”

“Yes, please” Sowon cleans her hand before moving to your cock. She drags her tongue along the underside of your cock, still covered in cum from her handjob. She uses your cock to trace her lips before taking the head in. Her tongue starts to go around your head before lapping at the tip. Sowon continues doing this for a while. You grab her head and push her down, forcing her to take in more. Sowon doesn’t try to fight back; instead, she goes deeper, taking your entire cock down her throat. Her tongue scrapes against your cock, as your head continues to hit the back of her throat. You let go of Sowon’s head, and she takes your cock out of her mouth to breathe before diving back in for more. Sowon bobs her head like that going from your head to the hilt. You moan as she keeps going. “Sowon, I’m going to cum again.” She interprets this as an order and takes you down her throat. You shoot ropes of cum down her warm throat, and she drinks every last drop. Sowon slowly takes you out of her mouth as she reaches your head, her tongue swirling around it before she lets you out with a pop. Sowon’s hair covers part of her face; the part you can see shows her face full of lust. Sowon turns around on the bed and presses her face against the mattress, keeping her ass up in the air. “Fuck me; give me your hard cock.” You sit up and see Sowon’s wet pussy, her thighs wet as well. You take position behind her, lining your cock up. First, you decide to tease her; you rub your cock against her lower lips. 

Sowon whimpers as she’s forced to stay in her current position. “Stop teasing me…please.”  You continue your teasing, and Sowon’s whimpers continue. Sowon has always been soft; you know that she acts tough. She had been the leader of Gfriend, so she always had to act tough to protect her members. She acted tough initially, but now she was showing her true self. Once you think she’s had enough, you press the head of your cock through her folds and thrust. Sowon lets out a loud moan as your cock moves farther into her pussy. You grope her ass; it’s soft yet firm. You give it a couple of spanks, and with each one, Sowon yelps. You start your thrusts in earnest now; Sowon’s tight walls split apart as your cock pushes further inside her. Sowon grips the bedsheets as you pound into her. Every few thrusts, you spank her ass, causing a red handprint to form. “Oh fuck, fuck me.”  Sowon continues to beg for more as you continue. You bend over to grab her tits, squeezing them, making Sowon moan louder. Sowon’s pussy starts to tighten, and you begin to reach your climax. You cum together with Sowon; her pussy clamps down on your cock, accepting all of your cum. You both collapse, and your body lays on top of hers. You lay there for a couple of minutes before you collect yourself. You walk over to Sowon’s things and grab her phone. 

“Why don’t we give your fans a show?” You say; Sowon looks at you, confused.  “I could do what I want, right? Well, I want them to see you get fucked” You have her log on to her Onlyfans and set it up for a livestream. She’s hesitant to do so but goes along with it in the end. You set the phone up on a dresser and start the stream. You have Sowon get up, and you press her against the window. You push into her folds, and Sowon moans. You begin thrusting slowly; Sowon’s body bounces slowly each time your body slams against hers. Hundreds of comments fly by as they all witness you fucking Sowon. Their view only reveals Sowon, lit up by the city's lights; the shadows of the room mask you. You hold onto Sowon’s hips, using them to give you more leverage for your thrusts. Sowon’s moans are loud as she feels more excited about being watched.  Sowon’s juices and your cum  trickle down her legs. Sowon isn’t able to last too long this time as you feel her walls tighten around you. You speed up your thrusts before impaling her with your last one, cumming inside her again. Sowon throws her head back as she screams out in pleasure. You pull out of her, and Sowon leans against the window to support herself. You go to stop the stream before going back to sit on the bed. Sowon takes a few steps back and sits on your lap. “That was great, Sowon.” You clear away her hair so you’re able to see her face. Sowon has a big smile. 

She lets out a chuckle. “Let me clean you up, baby.” Sowon moves to your cock and licks the sides of your shaft clean. Sowon takes in your head and uses her tongue to get any cum she can. “Why don’t we rest a little before we go another round?” Sowon stands and lays down on the bed. “I want you to hold me.” You agree and get behind her. Sowon’s ass rubs against your cock, making you hard again. She laughs “you’ll have to wait a little bit, be patient. We can have more fun tomorrow.” Your cock had a mind of its own; you were already spent after cumming four times, and you needed rest.  You hold Sowon as you drift off into sleep; you’ll be well rested for the extra day Sowon’s given you.

[lunaverrse]

“I wish I had a time machine so I can go back and stop that from happening.” (seungmin & sowon)

NOTICING TRAUMA PROMPTS.

aceitando.

Seungmin & Sowon : feat. @ichigoland ♥️

Já haviam se passado nove meses. Praticamente uma gestação, mas no fim daquele tempo, Seungmin não tinha conseguido colocar para fora ou superar a situação como um todo. Naquele dia, no "aniversário" de morte dos dois amigos, os pais de Sunhwa, ele e Sowon estavam sentados ao lado do túmulo dos dois, em uma trégua mútua em razão daquele dia. Se ele não tinha superado a situação, muito menos ela, que continuava investigando, dia e noite, o fatídico dia que levara o casal embora. Era exaustivo e doloroso vê-la fazer aquilo, porque Sowon era sempre tão obstinada a conseguir o que queria, mas conforme os dias, as semanas e os meses passavam, Seungmin só desejava não precisar se lembrar mais daquela perda.

Provavelmente havia sido a amizade mais importante e duradoura de sua vida e tinha trazido para ela a pequena Sunhwa, antes sua afilhada e agora sua filha. Adotiva, mas ainda sua filha. Aquela palavra pesava, ele nunca imaginou que o significado real de padrinho fosse cair em seus ombros tão depressa. E nem de longe era uma reclamação, ele amava a pequena e se esforçava diariamente para ser bom com ela. O jeito rabugento de ser com os alunos da faculdade de gastronomia desaparecia assim que ele colocava os pés em casa e ouvia a risada gostosa da criança. E tudo isso o fazia desejar que ela parasse de investigar aquilo e de querer descobrir o que tinha acontecido. Céus, como aquilo doía e o matava por dentro. É claro que nunca tinha demonstrado aquilo, mas se lembrava todos os dias, sem falta, do quanto machucava reviver aquela noite.

E então, Sowon quebrou o silêncio. O comentário dela tirou um riso sem humor do rapaz e ele balançou a cabeça em concordância. — Eu voltaria até dois dias antes e obrigaria os dois a viajarem comigo para a França, naquele evento que fui participar. Insisti para eles irem comigo, mas os dois negaram e disseram que poderiam ir na próxima. — Mas não existiu uma próxima, pensou, com um bolo se formando na garganta. Não existiu e não existiria uma próxima vez. Seungmin suspirou cansado e se levantou, passando o olhar para o relógio. Como parte da trégua, colocou a mão no ombro dela, tentando trazer Sowon de volta para a realidade outra vez. — Vamos. A Sunhwa vai sair da escola logo, precisamos estar lá para buscar ela. — No próprio íntimo, agradecia pelo tempo ter passado rápido, porque cada segundo passado ali o sufocava um pouco mais sempre que a saudade se fazia presente.

[k-germsworld]

Imagine you could get a calendar where each month is a different idol in a sexy pose, wearing either very little or nothing at all.

Who would you have for each month?

January - Gfriend Umji

February - Gfriend Yuju

March - Twice Mina

April - Gfriend Yerin

May - Gfriend Eunha

June - Itzy Yuna

July - Apink Hayoung

August - IVE Yujin

September - Sinb

November - Sana

December - Sowon