#suddenly missing red hair gyu

[haoboutyou]

for your convenience | kim mingyu

suggestive, fluff | 1281 words | alcohol mention, making out

mingyu’s got an unconventional solution to both your problems

“I still don’t understand how you’re still single, Gyu. My back is hurting from all the girls shooting lasers at me!” Yuju threw her head back in a laugh, bumping her shoulders into you playfully as she shouted over the loud music.

The man in question groaned in exasperation. “Not you too, Yuju. You’re starting to sound like my mom.”

“Oh my god, really?! I miss Auntie Kim!” Yuju squealed in joy. 

“I’m not kidding; she’s even set up blind dates for me!” Mingyu ran a hand over his face, whining. 

“Oh please. As soon as they find out about his golden retriever-ass personality, they’ll lose interest and make a run for it.” 

Next to her, Eunwoo smirked. He downed the drink in his hand in one go, wincing at the burn as he hooked an arm around Mingyu’s neck.

“You’re one to talk, Mr Dark-and-Mysterious.” Your cheeks are flushed bright red, evidence of the alcohol in your veins. You did a once-over of Eunwoo in his leather jacket, scoffing. “Remember when you cried because you stepped on a cicida?”

“One: I did not cry, my hair got into my eyes! And two: it was crunchy!” 

All you wanted to do tonight was get drunk, make out strangers and party hard with your friends. As soon as you entered Cherries, your little group had made a beeline for your usual table. Two cranberry vodkas into the night and you’ve found yourself twirling around your best friends on the dance floor, steps only a little wobbly as you bounced between Yuju, Eunwoo and Mingyu.

Actually, it was just you and Mingyu. Eunwoo had already retreated to the bar, and Yuju got lost on the crowded dance floor, probably grinding on the nearest hottie around her. Not that you minded one bit– you were the closest to Mingyu, anyway, so being alone with him wasn’t uncomfortable at all. 

Mingyu’s got a firm grip on your waist the whole time, ensuring your drunken self didn’t trip over your own feet. You were both mingling around, dancing along to the DJ and having the time of your life.

That was, until you spotted an unwelcomingly familiar figure by the bar, staring straight at you. The sudden chill that followed sobered you up in record time, halting you in your dance.

“Fuck, he’s here too?” 

Mingyu looked up to see where you were looking. “Is that Jaehyun? I thought you guys broke up months ago” 

“Apparently, he didn't get the memo,” you muttered.

You bit your lip, a nervous habit Mingyu noticed you formed a few years back. He couldn’t help but reach out, thumb caressing your lower lip to stop you from biting. He successfully managed to catch your attention; instead, you turned to look back at him.

“Y/n,” he gazed into your eyes, then towards the direction where your ex stood. “Do you trust me?” 

“Of course I do. Why did you a-”

Mingyu kissed you. 

He kissed you and now your brain is short-circuiting again, but for a completely different reason.

Kim Mingyu, possibly the most eligible bachelor in Cherries, just kissed you. 

Correction: he’s still kissing you. 

His hands gripped on both sides of your face, firm but gentle. His thumb softly caressed the apples of your cheeks as he angled himself to deepen the kiss. Somehow, his other hand found its way to the nape of your neck; tilting your head upwards and burying his fingers into your locks. 

You let out a gasp as he ran his tongue along your lips. It happened too suddenly; your hands were left to find purchase on his jacket, gripping for dear life. You, however, found yourself drowning in his scent; his warm and woody scent engulfing you whole. Kissing him back with equal fervour was a no-brainer– he made you lose yourself in him, with him.

He’s really good at it too, you realised, until he reluctantly broke the kiss. Cocoa-colour eyes stared back at you intently as Mingyu leaned his forehead against yours. The ferocity of the kiss left you both panting, a bright rosy flush gracing both your cheeks. 

The thumping beats and flashing lights of Cherries came rushing back into your senses. All around you, bodies continued to sway in rhythm, laughter and chatter melding into a rush of excitement as strangers burst your private bubble with Mingyu.

“Do you think he saw that?” Even between pants, Mingyu managed to look arrogantly charming, smirking proudly to himself when he realised he’d managed to render you speechless.

You suddenly felt shy, eyes flitting anywhere else but back at him. You took a deep breath, before using what little strength you had left to push him away. 

“Uh, well… I think so, yeah. Thanks, I guess.”

From the corner of your eye, you spotted your ex slinking back onto the dance floor after witnessing your bold display of affection. 

You sighed in relief, slumping onto Mingyu’s tall frame. He chuckled at how comically you do it, an arm wrapping around your waist to support you against him. 

“No, really. Thank you. I think he’s been following me because he thought he still had a chance.” you shudder as you recall the terrifying past month you just had– a stalker ex following everywhere you went. 

Mingyu peppered soft kisses on your neck, making sure to look over your shoulder into the crowd behind you. For good measure, you reasoned to yourself. You balled up your fists on his lapels, anchoring yourself to him. “I might have a solution to both our problems, y/n.” He’s got a finger twirling a piece of your hair now.  “Go out with me. I’ll make him, and all your other problems gone.”

“Oh yeah?” Now it’s your turn to scoff. “Like what?”

“Rumour has it you’re looking for a new place?” Mingyu leaned forward, speaking into your ear. His breath tickled, eliciting a shiver that ran down your spine. The club’s music seemed to muffle his deep voice even more, straining to pick it up amid the constant noise.

He nuzzled deeper into your neck. “C’mon, Y/n-ie. We already get along great with each other. Most people already assume we’re dating anyway.” He took in a deep breath. “Help me stop my parents from sending me on those stupid blind dates. Won’t it be a win-win situation?”

“You want us to fake date?”

“I want us to real date.”

You bit your lip back again. Your voice dropped down to a whisper. “That’s not funny, Gyu. Be serious.”

His smile softens. For a moment, it reminded you of the goofy kid you first befriended in high school.

“Is falling in love with me that bad? I wouldn’t mind loving you, personally.”

You stared back at him hard. It’s hot and humid in Cherries, but Kim Mingyu pulls off the sweaty sexy look way too effortlessly. Brief flashbacks of your short-lived high school crush on your best friend reemerged in your head. Besides… He did help you chase off your ex tonight. Knowing how persistent your ex is though, maybe keeping Mingyu around wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

“Y/n-ie, baby.” You were aware that the both of you were only slightly drunk; sober enough to understand the consequences of your actions, but tipsy enough to act on your desires. Mingyu seemed to pout harder. “Date me, please? I’d rather be with you than anyone else.”

You pretend to ponder a little bit more before finally making a decision. “Fine.” You shook his warm hand in yours, ignoring how your heart fluttered at how his large hand almost engulfed yours. 

“You’ve got a deal, boyfriend.”

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[akazas-favorite-wife]

Akaza X Muzan’s Daughter

Bare with me I’m trying 🥹

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“Kaza! kaza!” A child ran up to Akaza as he entered the infinity castle for the first time in a while. Y/n, Muzan’s daughter, he felt his eye twitch before he smiled slightly looking down at the child.

“Well if it isn’t Little Miss Muzan,” he stared as the child stopped infront of him, hands together infront of her chest, star filled eyes and a wide smile, she had adored Akaza, he was so funny with the ways he’d always fight with Douma, or how he was always so quick to kneel to her daddy, how obedient he was. It was funny in her eyes how he’d do almost any thing asked of him without resisting including playing with her and the tea set Biwa Lady had gifted her. “Welcome back Kaza! Daddy’s in his lab, Ko-Koko koku shiba,” Akaza had to refrain from snorting at the child’s failed attempts of announcing Kokushibo’s name, “kokushiba is here too.”

“Thank you-Doma!” Akaza was cut off as y/n turned to look at Doma who had just appeared, almost instantly the sound of a Biwa was heard as the three appeared before Biwa Lady. What was new in the castle was the Pillow and Slightly smaller Biwa beside her, the Biwa young Y/n was learning to play. “Well if it isn’t little Y/n” Doma pushed past Akaza smiling brightly with his eyes closed reaching a hand out to touch y/n small round face, “Where’s your Father Lord Muzan Y/n? Hm?” He hummed suddenly tripping forward as Biwa Lady had sent him to a different platform. You were currently her responsibility, no one would touch you under her watchful eye. Y/n still smiling turned to look as other Kizuki started to file in, as soon as all 12 had arrived Biwa Lady sent y/n who had been receiving younger sibling treat from Gyutaro and Daki to her father. The meeting started as the 12 Kneeled in respect to Muzan, he started to speak, announcing the hunt of something special, y/n was lost to it all studying the 12, watching them, watching her dad, she yawned from her place in the castle that allowed her to hear and see everything. She fell asleep for a while waking up when the meeting was finally closing. Appearing behind her father, he looked back over his shoulder to acknowledge her before refocusing on his last words. As everyone started to leave y/n started to say bye, calling out everyone’s names with the cute little mess ups that some found endearing in a way.”

“Bye Koko! Bye Doma! Bye Tengu! Bye Okko!Bye Gyu! Bye Daiki!” All of the Kizuki Dismissed them selves from Muzan, and giving bows to Y/n with words such as “Take care of yourself young y/n” in the end Y/n looked up at Akaza “Bye Kaza!” Waving her small hand he nodded and bowed slightly to the child “I wish you well Little Miss Y/n” before he too was gone.

Y/n turned to look up at her dad, before holding her hands up, he let out a single breathy laugh before lifting her up. “As for you y/n, we have a lot to do with our own time.”

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Over 100 years had passed, Little Miss Y/N had become Lady Y/n, the pride, joy, and Apple of her fathers eye.

She had grown strong in her fighting forms, educated and talented in many arts, being wise and just as invested and studious following closely in achieving her fathers dreams. The Demoness was año force to be reckoned with, the deceased body count of hashira, pillars, demon slayers in training she had slain were fascinating. Muzan knew if he couldn’t rely on one of his ranked demons, and he couldn’t make do himself, he’s Blossom would never fail to appease him. She’d carry out almost any task with easy, precision and with out the need of extra work or steps.

“My little blossom,” Muzan moved his daughter’s hair away from her face, she had his blazing red eyes, as she sat kneeled, he took a knee before her, “You are absolutely perfect in every way imaginable, if only the others could manage to reach your level of perfection and competence. We would be unstoppable.” You smiled up at your dad nodding slightly, “I’m grateful dad, for everything you’ve done,so I only hope even if it’s not in full, that I can repay everything you’ve ever given me.”

The soft smiles you two shared in the moment were almost enough to pull at Biwa Lady’s heart where she sat. As she plucked a note, you two were separated, your father sent to his own location as you were sent to small town to follow leads of the Blue Spider Lily, you looked up at the sky, the sun was blazing as you stepped out, the heat of the sun almost welcoming on your cold skin, your red eyes shifting to e/c.

You remember the panic and fear in your dads eyes after you brought him with you to one of the balconies in the Infinity Castle, cracking open the door just enough he stayed far from the sunlight that poured in, then he saw you, watched as you stepped out into the sunlight, he screamed your name doing his best to run to you being burned as he reached for you as you stepped out, his own screams falling silent on his ears and it felt like for once all he could hear is what would be his heart beat. Then you turned and smiled at him, he felt tears sting his eyes and he watched you smile, you’d hurt your father this way, comment an act of suicide and turning to smile at him in your last moments??? He’s not the monster, your are- then he saw you were dying and his eye twitched as you started to to explain how you had been experimenting with altering blood, altering dna, altering your existence, one of the biggest problems your father had was finding loyal followers that could walk around in the day Light, you could never find any and instead decided, “It WILL be me” walking in and sliding the door shut your dad whacked you lightly on the back of the head screaming to not scare him like that before pulling you into a hug, “I thought I was seeing the last of you, I was scared it was your end, that i had lost you.” Your father’s words were out of character, soft whispers no one would ever believe he’d said.

Refocusing on your mission, you found yourself walking through the village tracking a scent. Gyokko. You made your way around, the strip of shops dipping into an alley, and walking through the ally that led you to another strip of shops, you stopped just before coming out on the other side, that all to familiar vase sitting just on the edge of a shop table, moving swiftly you walked by picking it up and holding it to your chest as you walked hoping the shop owner wouldn’t see you, as you made your way though city again you found a place that rented over night rooms, walking in you flirted with the young male while asking for a room, he had completely forgotten to charge you as he handed you the papers and a key to your room. You thanked him with a smile letting your hand graze over his as you took your papers, you walked away smiling back at him until you turned the corner rolling your eyes, “Idiots” you mumbled before you heard a giggle come from your vase, scoffing you smiled at the vase shaking your head, “oh Gyokko it’s feels like it’s been centuries hasn’t it?” You placed the vase in the middle of the room as you went around blocking all the windows and open doors.

“Lady y/n! It’s been years since we last seen eachother, i forget you’re not the little girl who used to scream” he changed his voice to sounds babyish “Okko okko! Will you show me how to do that?” You instantly remembered that day you pointed to the mountain scape he had on his pot, it was beautiful in your eyes, the colors, the brush strokes, as a kid you didn’t know the technique it took but you knew you wanted to do it. “I remember, it was a pretty vase. Your skills were limitless Gyokko” you smiled and shook your head and he stood up straighter, “I see you’ve also grown out the name Okko Lady y/n, my heart, it aches to think you don’t love me as much as you used to, no more Okko Okko, just Gyokko”

You felt the smile on your lips, forgetting how Gyokko could be, you thought it was so funny as a kid, but now understanding why your dad had his head a third of the time. “Don’t be that way Okko, i didn’t grow out of it, I just thought now that I’m older and refined you’d all prefer to be called by your names instead.” The conversation quickly moved to what you had arrived for, Gyokko had learned some information, mostly talk and rumors of what your dad had sent them to find years ago. But it’s not what you had been sent to look for. What you were here for was to watch Enmu, you had caught word that he could be acting irrationally, and you’d be damned before you let him throw away all your fathers work. “Ty Okko,” you smiled at him, he seemed to smiled back, “I’ll see you soon, I need to find my next target.”

Just as you stood to exit the room Gyokko spoke out peaking out just barely from his vase, “Lady Y/n, it amazes me how you haven’t ranked in the 12 Kizuki, maybe you should consider giving it try.” He giggled before disappearing into his vase saying “I’m sure you could string Doma or Kokushibo along” You stopped hand on the sliding Shoji door, looking back over your shoulder at the vase that sat there. 12 Kizuki Huh, maybe, maybe you would give the Kizuki a challenge.

[huckleberrykai]

choi beomgyu ~ call it what you want

pairing: beomgyu x soobin's sister!reader summary: when you and beomgyu start dating, you aren't sure how to tell your brother. genre: brothers best friend, kinda friends to lovers warnings: fem!reader, pet names, this is the first time i tried fake texts lol, some swearing word count: 1.9k click here for my masterlist!

you didn't mean to fall in love with him. you really didn't.

after spending some time abroad, you decided to go back to korea since you missed your family, and the safe nostalgia of your hometown. you hadn't seen your brother since he debuted, and you were so excited to meet his friends and crash at their dorm for a week before you went to stay with your parents.

and then beomgyu happened.

he knew you were off limits and vice versa, but neither of you were ever one for following the rules. it's like you were magnets, wherever one of you went the other couldn't help but follow.

you got close pretty quickly, as you did with all of the boys - they just loved your laidback personality, unlike your leader brother soobin.

you spent the week playing video games, board games, cooking together, and even helping them clean up around the dorm ~ they were boys after all.

and when your week was over, they begged you to stay.

beomgyu's heart started breaking as soon as you started packing your suitcase, and he begged you for your phone number before you left - and that's where it all began.

you did leave that day, but you spent your entire train journey texting beomgyu, sending each other memes and silly selfies to fill your time.

you couldn't help but giggle at your phone as you got to your parent's house. you usually wouldn't be so bold but beomgyu was just so funny and so so sweet - you weren't gonna let him get away just because your brother would be mad. what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him <3

when wednesday rolled around, beomgyu made some dumb excuse about going to a game store with heesung. kai tried to tag along - spurting something about a pokémon game he really wanted to buy. "they don't.. they don't sell pokémon there!"

"huh? what game store doesn't have pokemon?" kai was puzzled.

"uh, this one! and it's a private event... sorry hyuka!"

smooth gyu. real smooth.

after a few more excuses and fixing his hair for the 5th time, he put on a mask so he wouldn't be recognised and plodded over to the cafe, just a few blocks away. when he got there he noticed he was about 10 minutes early, so he sat at a table and sent you a text to let you know he was there.

his heart nearly fell out of his ass when his vision went black, your cold hands covering his eyes. "guess who!"

"holy shit Y/N you scared the shit out of me!!" you giggled at his dramatics as he clutched a hand over his chest. you grabbed his other hand and dragged him over to order with you.

you bought the drinks for the two of you, much to his dismay. "Y/Nieeee i wanted to pay for you," he pouted cutely. "it's okay beomie, you can pay next time ~" you cooed. his cheeks flamed red at how cute you were, but mostly at you insinuating you wanted to hang out with him again already.

"next time huh? what makes you think i wanna hang out with you again?" he couldn't miss the opportunity to tease you. "well, there's your blushy little face... and your stubbornness to pay me back, i'd say there's gonna be at least one more date." he felt even warmer at that comment.

"date?"

"well duh." you giggled. at his silence you suddenly got nervous, "unless you don't want it to be! that's okay too! like a friend date!" you frantically tried to cover for yourself while beomgyu was still processing you assuming it was a date. "no no no i want it to be a date! i really want it to be."

his voice became small and he had a shy little smile on his face, looking at you with big sparkly eyes. you were about to respond when the barista called your names to collect your drinks.

your date went really well! so well in fact that you went on another one only two days later. beomgyu finished his schedules early, so while the others decided to go out shopping and to see a movie together, he politely declined. they didn't ask what he was doing instead and he was definitely grateful - his excuse game was a tad... lacking.

he met you at the river, he'd planned to take a cute walk with you along the riverside and visit his favourite ice cream shop. he knew he was whipped the second you ordered mint choc chip and he didn't even care, didn't even bat an eyelid. he even paid for it. you did promise to let him pay after all ~

beomgyu thought the date was going well, so his confidence spiked a little when he looked over to see the smile that hadn't left your face all afternoon. as you walked, he switched his ice cream over to his left hand and used his now free one to lace your fingers with his gently.

your hand felt warm in contrast to his cold one, and he gave it a little squeeze.

when you squeezed him back he felt his heart soar and gave you a look of complete adoration. yeah, he was whipped ~

a few weeks of little dates, sneaky meetings and a whole lot of texting led to him thinking about you 24/7. the members had started to notice something was up, but beomgyu just stuck to his excuses - and he was sick of it. he wanted you to be his, and to be able to tell the whole world how much he liked you.

by the world he meant just his friends and family - he wasn't going to subject you to more idol hate or stalking than you already got just for being soobin's sister, but that didn't make him want you any less. you understood him - you understood his job, his wildest dreams, his insecurities, his childish moments, all of him - and he appreciated you beyond words.

he didn't want to text you so late when he knew you'd be busy tomorrow - you finally got an apartment in the city and you were moving a few things early tomorrow morning - but he knew if he didn't use this rush of confidence and adrenaline now, he didn't know when he'd be able to do it.

his brain was running at 100 miles an hour, he just wanted to shove his face in a pillow and scream. he'd just bagged the girl of his dreams over text like a loser, but he succeeded!! and the only catch was the fact she was soobin's sister. yeah maybe he broke the one rule regarding his sister that he gave him, but he'd get over it, right?

he'd break as many rules as he had to if it got you to call him gyubear again.

it was d-day. it had been about a week and a half since you made it official, and now that you had your own apartment you could spend more time with your silly boyfriend in the comfort of your own home, but he could only make so many excuses for sneaking off - and so you devised a plan.

you'd convinced soobin to let you come over to hang out, and when the others caught wind of the idea they jumped at the chance to hang out with you again ~ so saturday night, you'd spill the beans.

when you arrived, your boyfriend and brother were still huddled on the couch eating ice cream, and you couldn't help but giggle at them. "hey lovebirds, am i interrupting?" you joked. beomgyu went wide eyed and soobin just gave you his iconic stink eye.

"Y/N! welcome back!" taehyun greeted you, walking past on his way to the kitchen.

it was nice being in the company of the boys again, but keeping your flirty remarks with beomgyu at bay until after dinner proved to be more difficult than you thought. he'd find himself stopping halfway through his sentences when he realised he was about to slip up and just stop talking.

you bought everyone takeout for dinner, and you all sat around the kitchen table talking about things that had happened recently. "yeah so we found this HUGE rat in the dorm and-" "oh yeah! beomgyu told me about that, that must have been terrifying!" you cut into yeonjun's story without thought.

"huh? since when do you talk to beomgyu?"

oopsies.

"uh, last time we were here she gave me her number! so we could uh... play fortnite!" beomgyu tried to cover for you - but failed miserably.

"Y/N hates fortnite... what's going on?" soobin wondered.

"do we just say it?" beomgyu asked you as if everyone else weren't literally sat at the same table. "well now you've said that we'll have to." you dropped your fork giving him an angry look. he knew there was no bite behind it, but he still felt bad for fucking up - although, you fucked up too.

"say what?" yeonjun asked the obvious, shoving another forkful of salad in his mouth.

"we're dating." you clarified. yeonjun stopped chewing and just looked at you with his jaw hung open. soobin looked mortified, letting out a meek "w-what?"

"before you get mad, it didn't happen on purpose! well it did, but we just wanted to keep in touch and then... i don't know we started spending more time together and... yeah."

"if you're gonna be mad at anyone be mad at me, i asked for her number anyway," beomgyu added. "it was me you told not to try anything, not her."

it was a rare moment where beomgyu was genuinely serious. you meant a whole lot to him and he'd be damned if he let your brother be mad just because he was in love with you.

"i'm not mad."

both of you let out a sigh of relief before soobin began again. "how long?" he asked. "we've only been official for like, 10 days? but we've been talking since i came here last time."

soobin nodded in thought. "it's okay, i know you can't choose who you love and i'm not gonna police you just because you're my baby sister. i'm trusting you beomgyu." although his words were accepting, gyu still felt threatened. "thank you soobin. i promise to take care of her." noticing his discomfort, you held his hand under the table. "i'm just sad you didn't tell me sooner. i mean, i guess i didn't make it seem like i'd be happy for you so i get it, but congratulations."

"see, that wasn't so bad? thank you for your blessing soobin." you smiled at your older brother, who gave you a nod in return before going back to his food. the table was silent for a few seconds, until it was broken by a flabbergasted kai who still hadn't quite processed what just happened.

"so is nobody else gonna acknowledge the fact that BEOMGYU is the least bitchless person at this table?"

[wonustars]

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘕𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘔𝘦, 𝘔𝘺 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘛𝘰 𝘙𝘢𝘤𝘦

Part 2. | Soobin Vers. | Yeonjun Vers.

Summary: 

You and Beomgyu never got along, if anything, you would call each other your number-one arch-nemesis. You two were known for being rivals, your reputations preceding the both of you regardless of how large your University is. One faithful day you're paired for a lab in your Intro to Biology class. Out of nowhere, Beomgyu’s relentless bickering has turned into flirting. You wonder why he’s acting this way all of a sudden, always gravitating toward you.  It’s as if he’s being controlled by a Voodoo Doll. 

Tags: 

c.bg. x reader, enemies to lovers, mean!gyu, mean!reader, wolfcut!gyu, nonidol!au, beomgyu and reader are like cat and dog (hehe), reader is in denial af, reader is a tease and doesn't know it

smut mdni

warnings: bigdick!gyu, dom!gyu, sub!reader, edging, pet names, unprotected sex, cream pie, choking, cum eating, fingering, thigh riding, spanking (f. receiving), semi-public sex, they have sex in a lab????. (if I’ve missed anything let me know).

Wordcount: 3701+ (I was proofreading and ended up adding more lol so now it's 4181 words 🤭)

Note: 

This is my first time publishing original work on this account. I haven’t written smut for a very long time, so let’s be kind :]!!! Reblogs are very much appreciated! As a fellow 5sos stan to Moa, I hope you guys enjoy <3 Please don’t translate, copy, or post my work to other social media platforms.

“Well look who we have here.” Your ears perk up as a familiar voice enters your hearing range. Naturally, your eyes roll in annoyance, already able to identify who is walking up from behind you. 

“Beomgyu…” You turn around, your teeth gritting as you say his name. He grins from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. His eyes shift to your left, seeing that there was an open seat next to you. He slides into the seat, giddy with excitement knowing that he has a full two hours' worth of time to annoy you. You groan as your hands run through your hair, realizing that this so-called GPA booster of a class is now going to be the hardest one you’ll be taking this semester. Knowing Beomgyu, he was going to one-up you in every single thing related to this class, your rivalry never seemed to take a break, not for anyone. Especially not for the two of you.

“What do you want now Beomgyu? You don’t even need to take this class.” His smug grin still hasn’t left his face as he turns to face you. 

“I don’t know…-” He ponders, “just thought it would be fun, you know how much I love science, especially biology.” Beomgyu’s eyebrows wiggle and you roll your eyes for what feels like the umpteenth time since he has arrived. Defeated, you sighed, forwarding your attention to the professor who was ready to start the class. 

𖧷. ﾟ⊹ 。𖧷. ﾟ⊹ 。i don’t know how you kept me up all night

The next day you walk into class already dreading what’s to come. Beomgyu already sitting cheerfully in the same spot as yesterday. You take this opportunity to change seats, mentally celebrating seeing an open spot closer to the front. You rejoice at your new-found desk and somehow, as if on queue you hear the scrape of a chair loudly behind you. You feel the presence of someone taking a seat beside you. You close your eyes more infuriated than ever, you already know who decided to switch from their original spot. Your eyes are still closed, trying not to send hellfire Beomgyu’s way, then you feel his breath suddenly tickle your ear. 

“Thought you could escape me, y/n?” Leaning forward, whispering in your ear only for you to hear. A shiver runs down your spine, and your ears turn red, from anger or embarrassment. At this moment you couldn’t tell. There was a foreign feeling brewing inside you that you did not want to acknowledge. Instead, you decided to finally answer Beomgyu. 

“Beomgyu, for the love of god, when are you going to let me have an ounce of peace?” Sighing defeatedly, staring straight at the board, not wanting to look at him. 

“What? Is it a crime that I want to sit beside you in this class?” He asks, faux innocence painting his face. You turn to him, seething with annoyance. If you weren’t in public you would smack the cocky smirk right off his face. The way his long hair perfectly fell, framing his face beautifully always pissed you off. The white highlights contrast his pitch-black hair and his broad shoulders turning to you. If Beomgyu wasn’t your number one arch-nemesis, you wouldn’t disagree with the fact that he's attractive. His large hands spun the pencil he was holding, still looking at you like he had won the argument.

“Yes, actually it is a crime. So go back to where you were before.” You tell him, not wanting to play into his game of cat and mouse. Trying to cut the conversation short, you start pulling out your notebook ready to start class. Beomgyu doesn’t seem to budge though, mimicking your actions. You decided once again to just ignore his presence, knowing that this class is your gateway to getting a 4.0 GPA. 

Students trickled in little by little and it was too early for you to lose any more brain cells talking to the menace beside you. Your professor begins to drone on about your next lab, highlighting that you will be put in sets of partners for a presentation on god knows what. Concentration wavers as Beomgyu decides to annoy you even further by pushing his eraser bits onto your side of the desk. In an attempt to retaliate, you mimic his actions pushing his eraser bits back to his side. Then if things couldn’t have gotten worse, as if satan was personally out to get you, your professor announces how the partners are determined.

“Please if everyone could partner up with their desk mate, it would be a perfect way to get to know each other this semester!” You halt your mission of giving back Beomgyu's stupid eraser bits and turn to him with fury behind your eyes. He turns to you simultaneously, throwing his head back, laughing in your face. He knows what he’s doing and you can’t help but naively fall into his trap every single time.  

“You better not drag me down in this class, I swear to god Beomgyu.” The fire in your eyes intensifies and Beomgyu fakes a scared expression on his face. His face moves closer to taunt you. 

“Or what y/n? Are you gonna tell on me?” His eyes raking your face, his goofy smile long gone, matching your expression. 

“Don’t be so rigid, you know I care about my grades too.” Beomgyu fights back, his eyes rolling as he turns to scribble more notes on this paper. You observe him for a second longer than usual before turning back to the notes. Huffing with irritation accepting the fact that Beomgyu won once again.

Beomgyu: 1, Y/n: 0.

The class had felt like an eternity finally came to an end. The sun shone high through the large windows indicating that its almost noon. You begin to hurriedly pack up your things, wanting to leave as soon as possible. A large hand pauses your actions and you look up at Beomgyu with confusion. His face is unreadable as he towers over you. He always knew how to make you feel small next to him.

“Meet me here later so we can get started on our project. ten p.m.” That is all he says before he walks away, not bothering to look back. You heave a heavy sigh, not being able to keep up with Beomgyu’s random waves of hot and cold behaviour. ten p.m. is such a random time to start on a project, you thought, but you didn’t want to protest knowing this may be the only way that this project would come out decent. 

𖧷. ﾟ⊹ 。𖧷. ﾟ⊹ 。 i don’t even like you, why’d you want to go and make me feel this way?

Ten p.m. rolls around faster than you anticipated and now you're sitting outside the lecture hall waiting for Beomgyu’s arrival. Footsteps start to faintly echo the hallway, getting louder as they approach you. You look up from your phone seeing Beomgyu walk towards you with his skateboard in one hand and a book bag across his shoulder. His baggy clothes somehow suited him perfectly, and the moonlight shining through the window causes him to look more handsome than usual. For the first time, your heart races at the sight of him, and you mentally shake yourself out of your trance. 

“Sorry I’m late, the guys convinced me to head to the skate park with them for a bit.” He scratched the back of his neck, genuinely feeling sorry for making you wait. Your eyes widen trying to think back to the last time you heard Beomgyu apologize. You stand up and shrug, dusting yourself off before heading inside the classroom. He eyes you up and down taking notice of your outfit change. The tight crop top hugs your every curve and your skirt giving a full display of your plush thighs. Beomgyu gulps but not loud enough for you to notice. He checks you out silently as you turn your back toward him.

“It’s fine, let’s just get this project over and done with, I have like a million other things that I need to catch up on.” You respond nonchalantly, taking a seat at a random desk and preparing to pull out your laptop. 

“Why did you want to meet me for our project so late anyway?” You continue, asking him out of curiosity. He sits next to you and shrugs his shoulders, not paying attention to you. Or trying hard not to pay attention to you? You wouldn’t know, of course. 

“Dunno, I had a bunch of other shit I needed to get done first, this was the only time that worked,” Beomgyu concludes, not wanting to further elaborate. 

“Ok, how about we just start then? The faster we finish the sooner we can get home.” You huff, annoyed that for once he isn’t his usual light-hearted annoying self. This is the first time you’ve seen Beomgyu not instigate an argument between you two. Maybe he was serious about getting a good grade on this project, you thought. Whatever it was, you decided to ignore it and finally start on the damned thing. 

Finally, Beomgyu decides to break the silence. His body turns in his chair, facing towards you, eyes piercing. You turn to do the same and notice the way he begins to look you up and down slowly. What has gotten into him? You thought. Unconsciously you shuffle a bit in your chair and your skirt unintentionally hikes up your bare thighs. Beomgyus's eyes drift down to your legs seeing the way the skirt lamely attempted to cover you. 

“Yknow y/n, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you wore that skirt on purpose.” His voice drops an octave lower and your eye widen. You shook your head in protest, your mouth feeling like a ball of cotton. Beomgyu chuckles, his gaze still firmly on you. Your hands break into a sweat, and now you’re thoroughly confused. What the hell is up with him, you wonder. 

“I don’t even like you y/n and yet you’re making me feel this way.” He leans in, your faces aren’t more than a few inches apart. You can feel his breath graze over you. Mentally you scream at yourself. Why aren’t you pushing him away? Why aren’t you telling him that he’s wrong and being weird? Instead here you are drinking in all his features. This is the first time you’ve seen Beomgyu so up close and holy shit he’s so attractive. 

Before you could even recognize your actions, you feel yourself lean in closer. His eyes fall to your lips and back up at you. It felt like time had slowed and the only people that existed on this earth were you and your stupid arch-nemesis. 

“Beomgyu…” you trail off, not knowing how you were going to finish your sentence. Your eyes copy Beomgyu’s and they look down at his soft lips. They looked so pink and delectable at that moment. 

“Y/n just shut up for one second.” He says, grunting as he grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss. You whimper, the sudden action of him kissing you harshly catches you off guard. Before you know it your melting into the kiss letting his hands move down to your waist…then underneath your top. His touch feels like electricity and he holds your bare waist. Catching your breath you pull away from the kiss, heaving you notice the way he’s looking at you. His eyes half-lidded and adorned with lust, he takes your hand and pulls you onto his lap. You lean back in to kiss him again. Your thighs straddle his lap as his hands slowly find their way under your skirt. He groans into the kiss as he realizes you aren't wearing anything underneath. He massages your ass as you continue to make out with him. 

“Fuck you y/n. Why aren’t you wearing anything underneath?” he pulls away looking at you. All you can do is giggle and lean back in for more. The kiss seems to deepen the more time goes on and his tongue is tangling with yours. He takes the opportunity to slap your ass, you jolt at the burning sensation but moan into the kiss, wiggling your hips onto him as you feel him growing harder underneath you. Beomgyu’s grip on your thighs tighten as he pressed your now soaking core against his clothed length. You begin to move your hips even more, wanting to increase the friction. 

“You’re being very bad y/n…” Beomgyu whispers in your ear as you hide your face in the crook of his neck while continuing to rock your hips. You moan in response.  The euphoric feeling is gone abruptly and you look up at him and pout at the sudden loss of sensation. He has a tight grip on your hips once again making sure you aren’t able to grind yourself against him. 

“Why’d you stop me?” You look at him with lust and desperation, a pout settling onto your lips. His smirk finally makes an appearance as he drinks in the flush on your cheeks as well as the cute pout your lips formed. He slaps your ass sharply once again causing you to yelp. 

“Because you’re being a bad girl. Teasing me with your short skirt and not even wearing anything underneath. You’re secretly a little slut, aren’t you y/n?” He spits, staring at you waiting for you to answer. You nod slowly, feeling the wetness pooling at your core. 

“Answer me properly or I’ll leave you here all hot and bothered.” He threatens, leaning back, removing his hands from your body making you whimper at the loss of contact. 

“Yes, I am,” you say shyly, averting his gaze. His hand roughly takes your face into his hand, pinching your cheeks between his thumb and fingers. Your eyebrows scrunch at his harsh grip but it still leaves you more turned on than ever. 

“Say it properly, love, or I’m not giving you what you want,” he pressures, your face still in his hands as he moves your face back and forth. 

“Yes Gyu, I’m a slut. Please let me keep going, please.” You whine and beg, your hips attempting to wiggle against him. Your cunt clenching around nothing, trying to find a source of relief. 

“Good girl.” His smug smirk still stuck on his face. He moves you over to his thigh, your bare pussy rubbing against his rough jeans. He moves his leg up and down as you grind against him. He pulls you back into a heated kiss, not being able to get enough of the way you taste against his tongue. He gets even harder thinking of what you would taste like if he were to eat you out. Your breathing becomes erratic and you speed up your movements already starting to feel yourself getting closer to release.

“G-gyu I’m gonna-” you stutter, trying harder to chase your high. In a blink of an eye, it’s gone. Beomgyu pulls you off his lap and you whine, feeling unsatisfied. 

“Don't worry love, you’ll get to cum soon.” he chuckles, relishing in how needy you’re getting. He lifts you onto the desk and places himself in between your thighs, connecting your lips with his once again. You moan into his lips as you feel him move past your skirt once again, his fingers gather your wetness before plunging in. You pull away from his lips to moan, a string of saliva still connecting the both of you. His fingers curl inside your warmth hitting the spongy spot inside you. It causes you to lean into his chest, your moans and the sound of his fingers squelching inside are the only things to be heard inside the room. 

“You wanna cum so badly don’t you princess?” Beomgyu chides, thoroughly enjoying how obedient you get when he's pleasuring you. You moan in response, nodding your head. The feeling of his fingers hitting that perfect spot left you speechless. 

“Answer me when I’m talking to you.” He demands. “Or I’m taking my fingers out.” he threatens as you feel him slowly starting to pull out. 

“Y-yes, I wanna cum so bad, please I need it. I need you Beomgyu.” You lift your head, biting your lips and he groans at the fucked out expression that adorns your cute face. 

“What do you need love?” He pushes in further, trying to get a certain response out of you. You whine again, moving your hips to try and imitate the feeling of how Beomgyu's fingers were thrusting into you moments ago. He tsks, removing his hand from your sopping cunt. You give up on whatever shred of dignity you had left. The urge to cum was starting to get harder to ignore after Beomgyu had edged you twice already. 

“Need your cock gyu, please. I want you inside me.” You beg, finally answering him properly. 

“That's all you needed to tell me, love. I’m all yours.” the smug look on his face never left. He kisses you again, not being able to get enough of the way your lips feel on his. The way your chest brushes against his. His dick feels like it was about to explode, this very scenario being something he thought would only happen in his wildest dreams. He wanted to take his time and feel every crevice of your body instead of admiring from afar. His lips slowly make their way down your neck and you move to give him better access. A content sigh leaves your lips as his hands trail down to the end of your top. You pull away to remove it and he's left to look at how good you look shirtless. He dives back into kissing your neck, his hands moving to grab a handful of your breasts. Beomgyu happily kneads them, thankful that you’re not wearing a bra. You let a moan as he plays with your nipples, continuing to leave marks on your neck and over your breasts. 

As if it's been an eternity later he allows you to take off his shirt and unbutton his jeans. They pool to his ankles along with his boxers. You look down and a tiny gasp leaves your lips as you realize how big he is. Now you’re left wondering how he’s going to fit all of that inside you. 

“Don't worry love, I can make it fit,” he says not so reassuringly. You nod, gulping in response knowing you probably aren’t going to be able to walk the next day. He leans you back on the desk, and your back hits the cold wood. He roughly yanks your legs, causing you to yelp. Your lower half is now flush with his, your thighs locked in his iron grip. You can feel his dick against your pussy, bumping into your folds slightly but not enough to satisfy you. You try to move your hips to indicate you want him inside you. Beomgyu shakes his head, the smirk dancing across his lips once again. 

“What did I tell you about patience?” he scolds you. Finally, he rubs himself up and down your slit lubricating himself, his cock painfully hard. He pushes past your entrances, and you both moan in relief finally able to feel each other. His cock splits you in half and it stings almost immediately. Your vision blurs from the pain mixed with pleasure. Beomgyu doesn’t give you time to adjust to the newfound sensation, he begins to thrust into you steadily. His head falls back not being able to get enough of your plush walls. Your moaning not being able to drown out the lewd sounds of Beomgyu's cock fucking you in the most perfect way. You clench around him and Beomgyu looks down to watch himself slide in and out of you. It's like he's in a trance, drunk off the feeling of your pussy swallowing him whole. You can't help but tighten your legs around his waist pulling him in as close as you can.

“Holy fuck you're so tight baby, this is just for me, isn’t it? I’m the only one who can get you this wet?” Beomgyu groans, his thrusts starting to speed up. All you can do is moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the tip of his dick hits you at the perfect angle. His cock kisses your cervix with every thrust and you can feel his balls slap against you. You're a moaning mess under him, attempting and then failing to meet the ruthless snap of his hips. This is the first time you've been able to actually enjoy sex, even though the person who is currently fucking you is practically your enemy. If you had been told yesterday that you would experience the best sex of your life with Beomgyu, you would've doubled over in laughter. But now, you can't help but get excited thinking about the next time you'll be able to get under him like this.

“Y-yes Gyu! All for you, you fuck me so good. I-I’m so full.” you practically scream as he fills your cunt up to the hilt. His hands move your legs around his waist as he leans over slightly to wrap his hands around your neck. His thrusts somehow pick up even more speed and your eyesight starts to go splotchy. His cock is fucking you so deliciously and your head feels light with the way his hands are tightening around your neck. You feel like you’re about to ascend to heaven with the way he's fucking you right now. The years of bickering and frustration were all taken out with this one single fuck. And oh, does it feel good to let out all your frustrations. 

Your hands are gripping his arms and you can feel yourself falling over the edge once again. The familiar sensation building up in your stomach. Beomgyus is groaning above you, savouring your tight cunt with every single thrust he’s taking. 

“Beomgyu I’m gonna cum.” you manage to squeak out, his hands leaving your neck and are placed at your thighs. 

“Cum for me darling. Fuck. I love your tight pussy. This is all for me. No one is going to be able to fuck you the way I do.” Beomgyu leans forward to whisper in your ear and all you can do is simply moan. Your head nods, not able to agree verbally. He brings his hand down to your clit thumbing circles into it, sending your climax into overdrive. Your vision turns white with pleasure. If you didn't know any better you would have thought you were experiencing some sort of wet dream. At last, you feel yourself finally let go and cum. The pleasure washes over you as you clench down on Beomgyu’s cock. He grunts, his thrusts starting to get sloppier as time passes. Finally, he lets out a whine, his cum filling you till it leaks past your entrance. This doesn’t stop him as he slowly starts sliding into you again, fucking his cum back up into you. You squirm under him feeling overstimulated after your orgasm. He stops and pulls out, looking down at you the lust still blazing in his eyes. You sit up slightly, your elbows holding you up. Beomgyu stares at you intensely drinking in the view of you laying in front of him. Your legs are slightly ajar, a full display of his cum running down your pussy and pooling onto the desk. The sight of you under him like this has the possibility of making him hard once again. He could fuck you for days if he was able to, your heat becoming his new favourite drug.

He takes his hand and shoves his fingers into your leaking cunt, collecting the mix of liquids still spilling from your hole. Removing them, he brings his fingers up to your mouth while parting your lips, shoving past them. You look up at him through your eyelashes, feigning innocence as you suck the cum off his fingers. He can't help but release a groan, his dick twitching eagerly once again. Now that he's had a taste of you, he's not going to let you go so easily.

You release his fingers with a pop, smiling up at him. Who knew the Choi Beomgyu would be the one to give you mind-blowing sex for the first time in your life.

“You’ve got to have a Voodoo doll or something because I just had the best fuck of my life.” He sighs before leaning back into you for another kiss.

Pulling away, he smirks at you.

“What am I going to do with you now y/n...” he chuckles. You look up at him once more, trying not to smile too hard. This seems to be just the beginning of your new arrangement with Beomgyu.

© wonustars

[btxtreads]

💫 Shot in the Dark 💫

CHAPTER THIRTY: WORLDWIDE

↳ Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x Reader

↳ word count:  1.9k words

↳ rating: G

↳ genre: fluff

When Beomgyu pushed the door open, he was met with the strong aroma of coffee bean and the cold chill of the aircondition. His eyes danced around the room as his son tugged on his hand, whining about iced chocolate and a donut.

“Minjun,” Beomgyu shushed, eyes still searching for a familiar face when a small girl ran from the counter.

“Sprinkle, sprinkle!”

Immediately, the girl leaped onto a chair by nearby table with a giggle.

The chair was occupied by a woman, who leaned forward with napkins in her hands to dry the little girls’ wet hands.

Approaching the table was a tall man, ruffling his jet-black hair. His kind eyes and bunny-like features contorted into a not-so-intimidating glare directed the young girl sitting innocently on the table.

“Daeun,” the man clicked his tongue with a sigh as he smoothed the young girl’s hair back, straightening the collar of her ladybug-patterned dress. “Ladybug doesn’t misbehave,”

“But, Ladybug swings yoyos and jumps!” The girl laughed, throwing her arms up.

“Yeah? Well, if Ladybug behaves for a little while, she can get a whole ton of candy!” The man laughs, booping the girl’s nose.

“If Ladybug is good, she will get a lot candies and toys later.” The woman suddenly speaks, the voice entering Beomgyu’s ears. An air of familiarity washes over him, just like hearing your favorite song for the first time in years.

Immediately, the child mellows down and clambers off of her chair to leap onto the tall man.

“Papa!” The kid giggles, making the man laugh.

“Daeun, I love you but why do you never do this unless you’re promised something?”

“Shut up, Soobin. She’s just like you.” The woman answers with mirth as she turns around and locks gazes with Beomgyu. “Oh.”

Soobin blinks in his spot, looking towards the door to see Beomgyu.

“Oh, Beomgyu. How long have you been there?”

“I... I just got here, Y/N.” he answers simply, still surprised as he looks over at the little girl—now hiding behind Soobin’s leg. “Hi.”

“Daeun, say hi.” Y/N urged the little girl, who stepped away from Soobin to clutch Y/N’s dress.

“Hi,” The girl murmured, turning red as she pressed further into the girl’s side. “Mama, are they your friend?”

Soobin cleared his throat, taking a seat next to Y/N.

“Come here, Ladybug. You should sit too, Beomgyu.”

Beomgyu watched as the girl released Y/N’s dress to pad over to Soobin and settle on his lap. Y/N smiled, running a hand through the little girl’s hair. A ring with diamonds glinted on her finger as she did so.

Beomgyu didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t really know what he expected, really. He didn’t know what to think as he silently took a seat on the chair across Y/N—his son silent as he followed his father.

“Hi, you must be Minjun!” Y/N greeted the boy kindly, turning back to her daughter. “Introduce yourself, Daeunie.”

The girl, clutching her father’s shirt tightly, burned red as she mumbled.

“Hi, I’m Choi Daeun.”

“I’m Minjun!” The boy greeted back with a giant smile. “Hey, we have the same surname!”

“We do.” The young girl nodded shyly.

Y/N smiled as she noticed the young boy possessing a charm similar to his father’s. Her eyes flickered onto Beomgyu, who looked conflicted as he rubbed Minjun’s hand—which was enclosed in his—for comfort.

“Is that him?”

“Hm? Oh.” Beomgyu snapped back into alert as he turned over to Minjun, who was quietly humming to himself as the adults talked. “Yeah.”

“That’s good, I’m glad you’re happy.” Y/N smiled gently.

Beomgyu hesitated as Y/N turned to Soobin, who locked gazes with her as if sending a silent message. It was the little things like that with her, he thought. It was the little things that he missed. Sitting next to her, holding her hand, understanding what she meant with a simple quirk of an eyebrow—she was the most ethereal when she was being herself.

Soobin lowered his head with a roll of his eyes and a pout, making Beomgyu clear his throat.

“So, uh, you and Soobin-hyung?” Beomgyu asked, making Soobin wince and curl in on himself with his grip tightening on his daughter.

“Papa, you’re suffocating me,” the girl whined, to which the man only shushed.

Y/N shot Soobin a small smile before nodding over to Beomgyu.

“Yeah, we’ve been married for three years.” Y/N replied, showing Beomgyu a brief flash of her wedding ring.

There was a moment of silence before Soobin cleared his throat, hand covering Y/N’s on the table as he stood up.

“I’ll get us some food. Daeun, you want to come with?”

“Yes!”

With a slight hesitation, he turned to Beomgyu with a smile.

“Would you like me to take Minjun with me so you can talk for a while?” Soobin asked gently, showing Beomgyu the kind smile that he always remembered.

“That would be great.” Beomgyu replied as Minjun pushed himself off of the chair, following Daeun and Soobin with a small giggle as the young girl started to chatter.

The pair on the table watched as Soobin leaned down next to the counter, gently talking to the children with a menu in his hand. The man scrunched his nose, making both children giggle loudly. Y/N smiled adoringly, making Beomgyu clear his throat.

“So, Soobin-hyung?” Beomgyu asked. “Was it always him?”

“Hm?” Y/N asked, turning over to him. “Of course not. He and I—just happened.”

Beomgyu didn’t reply, eyes scanning her figure. She looked healthy. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and her lips were quirked into a small smile. She looked well rested and her eyes were sparkling with joy.

“Beomgyu?”

The man only smiled back, making the woman explain with her eyes trained on her husband and the two children.

“It was never him, actually. During that time, I don’t think he liked me, either.” Y/N explained. “It didn’t happen until I finally allowed myself to let you go.”

“You said we can’t have a future,” Beomgyu said slowly, looking over at the woman.

“That’s because we didn’t. I was dying, Beomgyu.” Y/N smiled gently with a shrug. “I kept collapsing. I was born with a weak heart—hypertrophic cardiomyopathy was what they called it. I could’t feel too much—too strong and I can’t breathe, I can’t think.”

“You never told me.”

“I didn’t want to bother you.” Y/N chuckled softly. “Besides, I never got the chance to. We broke up before I could—then, you know everything that happened next. That day I let you go, I reigned it in until I burst a week later—I was in a coma.”

Beomgyu didn’t speak, a million thoughts racing in his mind as he reached forward to intertwine their hands.

“I’m sorry.” was all he could say.

He felt like he didn’t deserve her, or the smile she sent his way as she squeezed his hand.

“The journey was worth it—you were worth it.” Y/N smiled as she leaned her head on free palm. “A few months after I woke up, I had a transplant—finally—and it was just… All I could see, all I could feel and think about was Soobin.”

Beomgyu smiled—the old Y/N resurfacing as the girl continued to ramble.

“I woke up and he was just there—he was there all the time. Sometimes, he was overbearing, really. Yeonjun was there, too, of course. So was Tae and Kai, but you know. Soobin was there from the very beginning,” Y/N shrugged. “It wasn’t hard to fall in love with him.”

Beomgyu shook his head with a smile, releasing her hand from his grip as he straightened up.

“I see.”

Y/N grinned and tilted her head.

“How’s the wife, then?”

“Ah,” Beomgyu winced. “Divorced—she announced that Minjun wasn’t my son then just dipped with some guy I caught her sleeping with.”

“Oh,” Y/N winced. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t really care, never did.” Beomgyu chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “All that matters is that I have Minjun.”

Y/N’s eyes softened as Soobin approached them with a small smile and two satisfied children following behind him with iced chocolates in their hands.

“You have one well-behaved kid, Gyu.” Soobin quipped making Beomgyu gasp.

“Hey, you’re never well-behaved with me!” Beomgyu whined over to the small boy, who only stuck his tongue out at his father.

“I knew you’d be a great dad.” Y/N laughed, making Beomgyu look up at her.

Soobin smiled before laying his hands on both Y/N and Beomgyu’s shoulders.

“Hey, uncle Junie is out there.” Soobin started, making the small girl bounce of her tiptoes as she peered out the window.

“Yeonjun-hyung?” Beomgyu asked in surprise as the tall blue-haired man jumped out of a still-parking car.

“That’s Choi Yeonjun from TV, dad!” Minjun gasped.

Before any of them could do anything, Yeonjun slammed his hand on the glass and pressed himself onto the windows—making weird faces as Daeun and Minjun skipped over with a giggle.

“He’s a celebrity. What the hell is he doing?” Soobin groaned.

“Maybe get him before the paparazzi catches him being weird?” Y/N laughed as Soobin stood up to collect the children and his adult best friend.

From the now-parked car exited Taehyun and Hueningkai, the latter talking and angrily pointing at Yeonjun.

“Some things never change, huh?” Beomgyu smiled.

“He gets weirder and weirded every year,” Y/N laughed as Soobin marched outside the store—making his way over to Yeonjun and grabbing his ear.

“This is stupid, I know,” Beomgyu started as they watched the scene outside. “but there’s no chance for us ever again, is there?”

Y/N only smiled, shrugging.

“I love my life, Gyu.”

Beomgyu turned to the girl, his eyes dancing on her features. He watched as the sunlight hits her just right, bringing out golden specks in her eyes. He watched how her upturned lips quirked as Soobin and Taehyun took turns scolding Yeonjun outside while the two children behind them watched. He watched how her fingers tapped impatiently on the table—waiting for her husband to finally reign all their friends in enough to gather them into the cafe.

“Do you still love me?” Beomgyu finally asked.

Y/N turned to him, silent as she pondered.

“Well,” she started with a soft hum. “Those years, every heartbreak I spent over you—I wont change it for the world. You’re a part of me I will never ever erase.”

Beomgyu smiled, leaning back on his chair as he closed his eyes in satisfaction. Y/N smiled as she looked back out to see Soobin lift Daeun up in his arms with a small pout on his lips—kissed away happily by the small girl in his arms. Y/N sighed softly.

“That’s my husband and that’s my daughter—I won’t replace them for anything.” Y/N finally said.

“Maybe in another world.” Beomgyu hummed.

Y/N looked over at him with a grin.

“You’re my soulmate. I’ll always love you.” The girl laughed before standing up and offering her hand. “Now, come on. They’re taking too long. Don’t you want to say hi?”

Beomgyu smiled, eyes sparkling as he took her hand—just like he did that day they met.

In his eyes, she’ll always be that first year girl he bumped into that one bright, sunny day in his college campus.

[sweetiejunie]

Enlighten me

Summary: beomgyu catches you reading smut about him. And he decides to take matters into his own hands

Genre: smut, a bit of fluff

Beomgyu x reader

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💕 Request: can you do one where beomgyu catches the reader reading smuts of him online

A/n: Thanks for the request!!💜 not sure if u wanted an au or a reaction but i decided to go with an au 🥴 hope u like it!!

Note: smut under the —.✿ฺ— cut

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He placed his hand on the small of your back and his other hand caressing your breasts. You moan at the sensation of Beomgyu’s hands on your body. He pulled you closer to him, looking up at you as he slowly kissed his way down, from your neck, to his end goal between your legs, never failing to break eye contact as he did so.

You tilt your head back in pleasure as you let out a soft whimper, his dark, lustful eyes, staring right back at your-

“Pumpkin~”

A sudden voice called out. Of course, he just had to come home now.

“Pumpkin, are you home?” The voice called out again.

Immediately, you turned off your phone and threw it beside you. And just as you did so, beomgyu’s head peeped through your bedroom door.

“Oh, here you are,” he smiled, making his way closer to you.

“Beomgyu, you’re home early,” even though the burst of anxiety and shock was still fresh in you, you still tried your best to fake a happy tone.

“Yeah! I wanted to surprise you. And the boys said they wanted to eat out today. Since you were at the dorm they asked me to come get you.”

Oh, consider yourself surprised indeed. Before you could think of a response, beomgyu continued. His smile turning to worry as he took a seat next to you on the bed, “are you alright? You’re cheeks are really red, you feeling okay?”

Raising a hand, resting it against your forehead, running it to your cheek. The moment he did this, the image of having beomgyu’s hand caressing your bare body flashed in your head.

“Um- ye- yeah I’m fine. Just a bit flushed.” You grabbed his hand that was on your cheek, staring at them as you mindlessly played with his fingers.

“Flushed? Are you feeling shy?” He teased. “Did i do something?”

You didn’t reply, simple shaking your head, still avoiding eye contact. There was silence for a while, and it felt as if you could choke on the tension.

“Or does it have something to do with what you were looking at on your phone?”

Your eyes shot open, all your actions coming to a halt. He knew.

He smirked, expecting that reaction from you. “You know... before i so, rudely, interrupted,” he continued, reaching for your phone.

“Gyu- wait- please, don’t-“

You jumped up, trying to snatch your phone back from him. Which ultimately failed as he stood up, holding your phone higher, out of your reach. And within seconds, your phone unlocked. The first thing on the screen was the fanfic you were reading — beomgyu x reader, genre: smut.

Shit.

Looking back down to you, it was hard to read beomgyus expression. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t disgust. It wasn’t shock or even surprise. His face was just... blank.

“Beomgyu...” you weren’t sure what to say.

You had never intended for beomgyu to ever find out you read fan fictions about him. That’s not something a normal girlfriend does, right? I mean, what girlfriend would read about what other people wanted to do with their boyfriend. After this he’d probably thought you were weird. Probably even repulsive.

“I’m sorry, don’t hate me,” was all you could think of, besides wanting to turn and run out the room. But before you could even take a step forward, beomgyu grabbed your arm, spinning you around and pulling you into a hug.

Holding you like that for a while, his head resting on top of yours. “Y/n... no matter what you do, i could never hate you, you know this.” Loosening his hold on you, he took a step back to look you in the eyes, “if it makes you feel better, i can forget i ever saw anything. I’ll never bring it up.”

You silently nodded in agreeance, cheeks pink as your attention turned to your hands, which were nervously playing with the hem of your shirt.

Beomgyu chuckled, “come on, go get changed.”

You nodded again, but instead of letting you go, beomgyu’s hands never left your shoulders. “Or actually... i could call the boys and tell them you’re not feeling well.”

“What? Why would we do that?” You asked, shooting him a confused look.

“You know pumpkin, if there’s anything you want to try, you can just ask me. You don’t have to read about it online and fantasise on your own.” Hooking a finger under your chin, he held you still and laid a soft, passionate kiss on your lips. His other hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. “So, why don’t you tell me what you’ve read about. Hm? I’m sure there must be so many fantasies I’ve missed out on. Enlighten me.”

You stood still in his arms, an internal debate going on in your head. You couldn’t deny that this excited you, but at the same time, was he being serious?

“You don’t want to tell me?” He said again when you didnt reply, his tone dropping in octaves, “well, i saw some pretty interesting warnings on your screen just now... if im not mistaken, was it rough sex? Thigh riding? Or maybe it was face riding? Is that right?” He leaned down to look at your face, he was just teasing by this point. He wouldn’t admit it, but seeing your embarrassed state in this situation just turned him on more. “Answer me, pumpkin. Or if you don’t want to do this we can just leave no-“

“Yes,” you cut him off, your answer coming in a whisper.

“Good girl.”

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With that he kissed you again, this time harder and more needy. Lightly pushing you back on the bed, he stripped off his jacket and climbed over you, one arm supporting his weight while the other and roamed your sides. Attaching his lips to your neck, kissing and nibbling at the skin. You whimpered at the feeling as he let his hand wander under your shirt. You lift your back slightly, allowing him to unhook your bra to grope and squeeze your breasts.

“Please gyu, more,” you let out breathlessly.

“As you wish,” he hums, enjoying the view of how well you reacted to his every touch, lifting your shirt to expose your, now, bare chest. His lips traveled to your nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. But just when you were getting lost in the feeling, he stopped, causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

Before you could protest, he spoke again, “why don’t you ride my thigh?” Getting up to sit beside you, leaning back on his arms as he watched you. His stare cause a burning feeling to course through your body.

Doing as he suggest, you get up, ridding yourself of your clothes, letting them fall to the floor, leaving you on full display to beomgyu. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you began to grind against his thigh, the wetness of your core seemed to go straight through his jeans, leaving a wet patch as you grew more lustful for this boy by the minute. The fabric giving you just the amount of pleasure you needed. His hands came down to grip your hips, pushing you further down on his thigh. You had no doubt that his grip would be leaving bruises to next day, but it didn’t matter as you felt a familiar tightening in your lower stomach.

“Fuck beomgyu, fuck,” moaning out, hugged him closer, as if that was even possible.

“Are you going to come all over my thigh?” He cooed, “hm? Is my baby going going to ruin my jeans?”

As soon as those words left his mouth, you felt yourself releasing over his jeans. You body jolted and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, panting as you rode out your high. Savouring the moment, beomgyu arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close as you tried to catch your breath.

“You ready for the next one?” He hummed against your ear. You pulled away from him, giving him a confused look. Mocking your expression, he raised an eyebrow, “you didn’t think you were done right? I told you we’re going to make your fantasies come to life. I doubt this was your only one, at least the one you were reading before.”

With that he lifted you off him, letting you sit on the edge of the bed as he stood up. “Pumpkin, look what you did to my jeans. I would ask you to make up for it but today isn’t about me.”

Looking down, you saw a wet patch where you once sat. He pushed you to lie down, kneeling over you, knees on either side of your hips as he removed his white shirt. Your eyes racked up beomgyus torso, his toned abs on show.

“See you something you like?” He teased, throwing his shirt and leaving him in just his jeans.

You rolled your eyes at him before lurching up and pulling him down for a kiss. He leaned down, placing his an arm beside your head to prop himself up. His other wandering hand, gently drawing patterns into your skin as it danced between your bodies. The simple action enough to get you to let out a soft groan.

Pulling away, beomgyu stood, his hard-on evident through the material, making you want to do nothing but suck him off right then and there. But he wouldn’t have let you. As he said, today was about satisfying you. Remove his jeans, along with his briefs, he grabbed your legs dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. Taking his position between your legs as he took a second to admire the beauty in front of him.

Getting on his knees, he started placing gentle kisses along your core. His tongue circling and sucking on your clit as you whined from the sensitivity caused by your last orgasm. You felt yourself tugging on beomgyus hair when two fingers suddenly entered you without warning, pumping at a steady pace. Grinding your hips against his face and fingers, you quickly felt your second orgasm approaching. Wasting no time, he started moving his fingers faster when he felt your walls contract around them. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace a you rode your high which proved to be too much for you. So much so, that you were squirming underneath him. Causing him to hold you down with his free hand.

You were struggling for air by the time his fingers slipped out of you. “Gyu, i cant another one. I’m done.”

“Just one more pumpkin. You can do it,” he smirked, capturing your lips in a kiss as you felt his tip run along your heat, gathering your juices before pushing in.

You felt weak as he thrusted into you hard. Grunting at the feeling of your around him. He broke the kiss and shut his eyes momentarily before pulling out his whole length and slamming back into you again. You cried out his name in pleasure, the over sensitivity setting in.

“Isn’t this so much better than anything you could imagine?” He thrusts faster, causing you to claw at his shoulders, your back arching off the bed.

“Don’t stop,” a string of high pitched whines leaving your lips.

Each of his thrusts were making you see stars. Both of you were nearing your highs, beomgyu with each thrust into your clenching core, and you each him he hit your g-spot. With one last thrust, a wave of pleasure washed over you both.

“Guy, I’m-“ you can’t finish your sentence as you felt yourself release again, mouth hanging open.

Beomgyu groaning profanities, along with your name as he pulled out, coming undone on your stomach. He collapsed next to you, both your breathing coming out as heavy, short pants. You barely anytime to recover before you heard beomgyu rushing out and returning with a towel to clean you off. Leaving the rag aside, he laid back down and pulled you closer to him. His thumb running along your cheek to brush away stray hairs. Looking at you, he flashed you a smile. A smile that effortlessly made your heart jump and do somersaults in your chest.

“From now on if you ever want to try anything, you’ll tell me,” he said in a soft, quiet voice.

You could only nod your head as a response. Maybe you should have gotten caught reading fan fictions about your boyfriend sooner. Sure, you missed the dinner the boys had originally planned. But it was definitely worth it, and it was pretty easy to come up with an excuse when they asked.

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Wew havent wrote a full smut au in a while🥵 hope u liked this!!!

[jakestasy]

Paper hearts <3

You always remembered the day you saw your now Boyfriend Yeonjun. All it took just one look for you and him to fall head over heels for each other . You first saw him being himself during lunch with your best friends kai and Beomgyu…

You were sitting in your shared bedroom with the radio on listening to it cuddling with your boyfriend yeonjun…when “Paper hearts by tori kelly” started to play… when you heard the first line you started to sing and it immediately sent you back to when you fell in love with this goofy boy you called “Junnie”

“Remember the way you made me feel, such young love but something in me knew that it was real. Frozen in my head”

Day you fell in love:

It was your sophmore year…you guys were sitting on the wall infront of Class A…when a blue haired yeonjun ran passed you chasing your classmate Taehyun…you’ll always remember the way the sun shined on his skin…the way his blue hair flowed in the wind… the way his beautiful brown eyes shined in the light…the way he shouted Taehyun’s name…from that day forth you were head over heels for the boy they called “Choi Yeonjun”.

You’ve known Yeonjun since you were small…well not personally but you guys always saw each other in the halls and at lunch…You didn’t know it at the time but yeonjun had been in love with you since he first moved to seoul…

The day Yeonjun fell for you:

It was a normal day…7th grade year…it was cold winter day…everyone was in the classroom for lunch. You were sitting across the room talking to Soobin from class B who decided to make some new friends…Yeonjun was at his desk with his head down not feeling too good…you knew he wasn’t well…not because you saw him when he came into class. but because your his seatmate…his head shot up when he heard a laugh he’s never heard before. He looked in your direction to see you laughing with soobin…Yeonjun had heard everyone in the class laugh besides you…it was the first laugh he ever thought was beautiful…He was mesmerized by your smile…in those few moments his cheeks got heated and majorly red…just seeing you in general always made the red pigment appear across his face dully…but this time it was really visible…soobin was now leaving the classroom and you were walking back to your seat when you stopped infront of Yeonjun… “Are you alright” you asked him as you rested your hand against his cheek… “I-Im alright” he stammered making you giggle…He loved how caring you are towards him and your friends…you never failed to give this boy butterflies. That was the day he fell for the person they called “Y/N”.

“Everything is gray under they skies, wet mascara. Hiding everything under a smile when there’s cameras”

But this song also brought back the bad memories you and Yeonjun have…

When you and Yeonjun started to date it wasn’t what you two imagined… it was your guy’s Junior year…you just weren’t having it with anyone one day because you had gotten some bad news…Beomgyu was moving…it may not have seemed so bad for everyone else…but for you it was a nightmare. He was your protector…your teddy bear. He was the one person you could always talk to and even though you had kai…and now jun…but you never had a super deep conversation with either of them…Gyu was the one person that was always there to pick you up when you fell. But he wasn’t there anymore. But yeonjun had no idea you and gyu were best friends .

The day you and Jun first fought:

“Hey my hunny bee” Yeonjun said hugging you from behind… “Hi junnie” you said with a sniffle…” whats wrong hunny bunny” Yeonjun said with a pout. “Nothing” you said in a small voice… “Y/Nnie!! Come here let’s take a picture for old time sake!” Beomgyu called to you…”Okay!” You said faking a happy tone…”she talks to beomgyu??” Yeonjun thought jealous of the fact he wasn’t the only boy in your life…he watched as you ran over to gyu…he watched as Beomgyu whispered in your ear…that set off a red flag in yeonjun’s head…another was set off when he saw him wrap his arms tightly around you. Meanwhile across the room: “I’ll miss you the most Y/Nnie” gyu whispered in your ear….“I-I’ll miss you too, g-gyu” you stammered on your words as you tried not to cry…”aww, your gonna make me cryy” Beomgyu Cutely whined wrapping his arms around you tightly pulling you closer to him. “Wanna go on a walk” gyu asked you and kai…”Yes” you said…you three walked outside…you guys were walking around the schoolyard when you suddenly stopped and started to cry…Beomgyu immediately wrapped his arms around you hugging you tightly…”D-Don’t leave, gyu. Please s-stay with us” You said with tears streaming down your face…”Aw, Y/Nnie I’ll still be in seoul, you can always call me” Beomgyu said softly…”That’s not the same...Hyung” Kai said his voice breaking with tears in his eyes…”Guys…” Beomgyu said his voice breaking as he hugs you and kai very tightly with tears now streaming down his face…there you three stood sobbing in each others embrace…no one realized you three hadn’t returned…But yeonjun did. Different thoughts where rushing in and out of yeonjun’s head…the way you and gyu always looked at each other…the way you and gyu were always around each other…the way gyu would always hold your hand tightly…all the ways you and gyu were always together…Yeonjun’s mind immediately went to the idea that you were cheating on him…with that thought he was pissed…when you did return tho, you were met with yeonjun pulling you away from a crying beomgyu and kai…you just looked at him confused as to why he just pulled you away from your best friends and why his hold was so tight around your wrist…”Ow! Junnie, you’re hurting me” you said trying to loosen out of his grip…”Don’t call me that” Yeonjun replied in a bitter tone…”What’s wrong, yeonjun?!” You asked a little scared by your normally calm and sweet boyfriend’s now bitter and cold tone…he pulled you into a spare classroom. Pinned you against the wall…his arms on either side of you… he looked you dead in the eyes with a face of cold seriousness…”Do you love beomgyu?!” He asked the anger clear in his voice…”Yes” you replied confused by the sudden question…”I knew it! You’re cheating on me with him aren’t you?!” He said letting the words roll off his tongue like venom…”what?!” You exclaim…”Jun, I would never…” you said tears brimming in your eyes…”Dont lie to me Y/N” yeonjun scoffed…”I see the way you two look at each other…I see how you guy’s are always together…I see everything you guys do” He continued…”He’s my best friend, you idiot!” You yelled at him…”Like id believe that” he said bluntly…”Get the hell away from me” you said with tears streaming down your face…”DID YOU HEAR ME, GET AWAY!!” You shouted pushing him away from you and into a nearby cabinet…you didn’t know the cabinet had a nail sticking out of the upper middle of it…when You shoved him back into it the nail stabbed him right in the shoulder. When he moved away from the cabinet you could see a little blood stain from where the nail stuck him…You ran out of the room and were met by three of your friends who had watched the whole thing happen…even though your eyes were clouded by tears you could see the Anger on Kai and Beomgyu’s faces as you ran passed them…Soobin ran after you while Kai was trying to stop a raging beomgyu from fucking up your Boyfriend…but kai wasn’t strong enough to stop him…next thing he knew Beomgyu and your boyfriend were on top of each other trying to rip out each others throats…there was a lot of bandages that day…

“Don’t think i would just forget about it, hoping that you won’t forget about it”

You never forgot that day…you’re still kind of hurt by the fact that your “Junnie” didn’t trust you…but you guys have now graduated high school…even though you call him your Boyfriend…he has now been your husband of 2 years…him and beomgyu are now on good terms…You, Kai,beomgyu, and your newcomers yeonjun and soobin meet up every weekend like you did when you were high schoolers and go out on your guy’s “buddy dates”…your still Surprised by the fact your beomgyu let you marry him…jun has a little scar on his shoulder from where you pushed him into the cabinet…but other than that life has been perfect for you guys…

A/N: Here is paper hearts <3 I don’t like it…but i hope you guys do…also, does anyone know how to put the keep reading thingy on these if so please let me knowwww… GN <3 (Also idk if this counts as angst…im guessing it does)

…this is jakestasy signing off for the night…

[darkcitiesnluv]

" what's the matter sweetie~~? Why don't you get close? Loook~ here's your teddy beaaar~ come here and take it.....come on take it.....jarjarjar....." The big headed clown chuckled darkly as he stare up at you with his golden deadly eyes.

Your eight year old self could see his sickening grin form from ear to ear inside the dark echoing sewer. You notice how he had spots of blood spread on his big mouth and his dirty clothes. He held your now ripped bloody teddy bear in his shaky claws.

You grimace at the way it look but you remember when your little brother gave it to you for your seventh birthday. Your little brother went missing one night and that teddy bear is really important for you because it's the only thing left from your little brother.

" Give me back Mr. Teddy! Please it's from my little brother! He gave it to me for my birthday! " You pleaded with your tiny soft voice.

" Your little brother..... Jeongin?....." The red headed clown said as he raised his thin round eyebrows and widen his eyes looking creepy. 

You also widen your eyes as that creepy looking clown mentioned him. Perhaps....does he know where her little brother is? Does he know something about his disappearance?

" How do you know him?....." You asked as you crawl closer towards the sewer. The clown chuckled and grinned widely showing his sharp yellow teeth.

" Little Jeongin is with me honey~......do you want to see hiiimm~?" He cooed with his silly and raspy clown voice.

You eagerly nodded. " PLEASE! PLEASE! Jeonginie~! Come back!"

Your eyes widen when you saw your little 6 year old brother. He wore a yellow raincoat. His hoodie was up covering his small chubby face. His raincoat looked dirty, covered in mud, pieces of trash stick on the coat. He held a red floating balloon in his tiny hands.

" If you want your brother back...." This time the clown frowned, and he looked deadly at her. " Then get down and take him.....NOW!" He yelled scaring you.

" Jeongin~! Jeongin~! Come over here! It's me Y/n! Jeongin!" You said crawling slowly towards the sewer, your tiny arm sticking out to reach for him. " I can't, I can't...." Jeongin cried as he step back, still his small face looking down all this time.  The clown chuckled darkly as he was opening his wide mouth.

" Y/n!!!...."

" Y/n! What are you doing there next to the sewers! You're going to fall!"

You turn to your side and immediately stood up. You looked at your little friends that called you. The clown suddenly growled as he aggressively grab Jeongin and pushed him away like a ragged doll. He felt annoyed he couldn't get what he wanted; his fresh food.

" Guys my little brother is in here.....!" You stoped speaking as you turn to look back at the sewers. The clown nor your little brother weren't there anymore.

" Y/n......how could he be in the sewers?...." Yeonjun asked as he held your tiny hands with his tiny ones.

" Y/n! You shouldn't get close! You could fall!" Your taller friend Soobin, suddenly hug you.

" But I saw a creepy clown! He had my teddy bear and Jeongin!"

Yeonjun gulp down saliva as he heard about the clown again.

" Clown? On the sewers? Y/n you're too cute and funny pleased stop!" Soobin laughed as he pinched your chubby cheeks.

You looked at Yeonjun and he did the same. He squeezed your hand almost telling you that he believes you.....

Flashback End

"Ahhh! I need to stop remembering it!" You yelled as you got up from the bed to get ready for school.

" Y/n! Eat something! At least an apple!" Your mother yelled from across the kitchen. " No mom I'm late!" You said and quickly put on your shoes that were next to the door. " Bye mom love you!"

" Love you too!....ahh! This girl" she shook her head.

" Hey! Y/n!~" Your friend Soobin said as he smiled at you. " You woke up late too?..." The tall dark hair boy with an undercut said as he look down at you. You nodded. " Yes! I....had that weird memory again...." You said as you touched your forehead.

"Mmm....ohhh....the clown memory? You mean a dream?.... Again!? Y/n you keep having that same dream so often? Are you really that scare of clowns?...." Soobin chuckled as he face palm.

" Soobin you don't understand-"

" Hey Y/nnie~! Hey Soobin~~~ i'm glad y'all waited for me" Beomgyu smiled kindly as he put on his red beanie over his long rock emo boy hair cut.

" We weren't waiting for you, we stop to talk about her nightmare.…" Soobin smiled innocently at him showing his deep dimples.

" The clown dream......Y/n, baby...." Suddenly Beomgyu wrapped his left arm around your shoulders getting close to you, his fingers from his right hand  slightly pinching your small chin moving your face towards his lovely gaze. " you see, fears are like food.....you can't resist them.....they hypnotized you to eat them...."

" What are you saying? That doesn't make sense" Soobin laughed and you agree bobbing your head repeatly.

" What I mean is that I'm hungry. Long or short story...Y/n.... YOU NO LONGER A CHILD GROW UP! FEARING CLOWNS IS FOR LOSERS!" Beomgyu yelled exaggerating every word he said while making dramatic hand gestures.

" Says the loser that is scared of the red sun...." Short blond hair Huening Kai said as he smirked at Beomgyu, teasing him.

" Kai~~~" Beomgyu suddenly hug him sofly and then let go. " Hey! Stop it! The red sun is not a joke! I've heard once the sun turns red it means the world will end.....or does it mean evil will rise?..." Beomgyu question himself.

" Umm..... where's Yeonjun and Taehyun?... Yeonjun said he'll take us to school...." You furrowed your eyebrows worried. Yesterday he texted in the group chat that he'll be picking them up since he already got his driver's license.

" Tae called me in the morning telling me he feels sick....so he'll stay home...." Hueningkai said.

" Yeonjun doesn't answer his phone....." Soobin said as he hold his iPhone against his ear.

" I'm worry....." Beomgyu said in english.

" Me too gyu...." You said in english as well.

What could've happened to him? He always answer his phone every time we call..... something is wrong.... could it be his parents?

And Taehyun suddenly missing school? When he is one of the top 5 best and smartest students in Junior grade and plus he is a very healthy boy.....

Something is going on and we need to find it out.

" Let's go to his house?....we should check and if he isn't there, let's check in Taehyun's house......ahh!" Beomgyu said earning a smack on the arm by Hueningkai.

" You stole my statement! I was gonna say that! " Kai said.

" Ok let's go now!" You said as you started running and the boys following you.

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" His car isn't there....." Soobin said as he looked around the backyard.

" If his car isn't there....he must not be in the house either...." Kai said staring at the decently looking house.

" Should we knock?" Beomgyu said as he gazed at the maroon door.

" I don't think he's there if his car isn't out here..." You said.

" Alright." Beomgyu answered however he still walked towards the maroon door and knock it. " Mrs and Mr. Choi! It's your son Beomgyu! I want to see my bro! Where is he!?" He yelled his voce kind of cracking,  leaning his ear against the door.

Suddenly they heard a heavy kick against the door coming inside the house. Beomgyu flinched like a baby and back off from the door. " The fuck?..." He narrowed his eyebrows as he gave it a weird look.

The person abruptly opens the door and peeks out to see who was the one banging on his door while screaming at it.

" Beomgyu it was you.....who do you think you are to be banging at my door like if you own it...." Yeonjun's father said angrily.

" Your son....." Beomgyu said in a sad tone faking a sad look.

" MY-keeu!.... You ain't my son and don't ever knock on my door like that nor yelled at it as if it's a dog!"

You and the others secretly try their best not to laugh at the whole scene you three are watching making Beomgyu turn back to look at you and your friends.

Beomgyu crack a smile but quickly went back to being serious. " Look sir, we're looking for Yeonjun! That idiot was supposed to take us to school and now we're going to miss it! Not that I care for me it's alright I can missed school every day BUT MY FRIENDS!! THEY LOVE SCHOOL!! IT ISN'T FAIR-"

"ⁿᵒ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ...." Yelled Soobin and Kai from a far.

" Little boy.....I don't care about you or your friends, that idiot is in one of his stupid friend's house.....Taeyang? Taeyong? Taehyung?..... something like that...now JUST-"

" That's enough sir thank you for the info......let's go?" Beomgyu question his friends while raising an eyebrow.

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" Taehyun!!" Soobin screamed as he knock on the door.

From inside the house you could hear Taehyun's heavy steps and cussing them off for making a whole chaos outside his house.

" Can't y'all understand that my parents are sleeping right now?!?.....so disrespectful god....well except for Y/n she's a sweetheart, the only normal one here..." Taehyun glared at his friends except for you. You innocently smiled at him cutely going with the flow.

" Are you sure she's a normal?..." Kai crack a nervous smile and laugh.

" She dreams about clowns chasing her..." Beomgyu joked next.

" CLOWNS!?......" Taehyun widen his big eyes even wider.

" Shhhhhh! Your parents are sleeping and is Yeonjun here? He must...." Soobin glared at him.

" Yeah yeah right, and yes his hear.....how y'all know?" Taehyun asked as he peek inside his house making sure his parents are still sleeping.

" His new car, outside....." You responded.

Taehyun nodded and let the three of you walk inside his house. Taehyun made sure nobody around the neighborhood saw them. For what reason? Only he knows.

" Yaaah Tae you're being suspicious.... what's the matter? Why is Yeonjun here?..." You slightly whispered as all of you gather together in Taehyun's room.

Yeonjun sat on the ground, tiger blanket on his shoulders, eating Doritos and watching SpongeBob like a little kid.

You smiled at that sight and felt happy when you saw him there... healthy and safe.

You know his problems....the problems that happens inside his house everyday. His parents are in the middle of divorce and that had caused horrible fights and arguments between them....and Yeonjun is sick of it.

So you understood why he prefer to stay in somebody else home instead of his own.....you would've done the same if you were in that situation.....lucky for you you don't have a dad so it will never happen. You sat next to Yeonjun and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

Yeonjun looked at you and smile. Taehyun notice how you two were close to each other. He shook his head and tap on Yeonjun's back two times. " Yeonjun, they're here.... mind explaining them?"

" Guys.....the clown.....he talked to me....." Yeonjun said with a scared look and his eyebrows narrowed down. " He said he'll be here to come and get us.....that clown that got my twin sisters is back!"

His eyes landed on yours making you covered your mouth in shock.

Soobin, Beomgyu, and Huening looked at each other slowly, seeing how you were reacting and how Yeonjun and Taehyun look so serious, make them feel like they're being honest.

" Is this for real?.... aren't y'all joking with us?..." Soobin raised his eyebrows.

You looked at Yeonjun and Taehyun with a sad look and so did they towards you.

" Guys.....I know it sounds crazy...but the reason why our younger siblings went missing and their bodies were never found....is because that men dressed in a clown suit ate him! He eats children and even teenagers! Probably even adults! That's why I'm terrified at clowns! Specially him...." You said as you sat down on the bed and covered your face with your hands.

Soobin, Beomgyu, and Huening looked at you surprised. This strange information is slowly processing in their brains.

" Soobin, remember 9 years ago.....I was laying down in front of a sewer...." You said hoping he remembered that very first and last day you talked to that clown. " Yeonjun remembers!" You said as you looked at Yeonjun then back at Soobin.

" I.... remember.....I didn't believe you at that time....so that clown does exist....." He thought as he looked at you in realization.

" Last night I was riding my car, I parked it next to a sewer.....and he was there .....he told me he will come to get me and my friends.....I really don't know what I ever did to him....All I know is that we're in danger..." Yeonjun said as he look up at his friends with red crying eyes.

" We must stay together...." You said as you reach to get Yeonjun's hand to help him stand up. Taehyun quickly walked to your other side and held your hand.

The six of you gather around in a circle holding hands.

" We promise to each other that we will stay together forever, in good and in bad..... together forever!" They all said loudly as they rais their holdings hands up in the air. It was a friendly encouragement for y'all's strong friendship of years.

" What the-! Is this some cult ritual y'all doing? Y/n you're the only girl here be careful!" Taehyun's mother said as she stand there next to the door watching us.

" Mom don't worry Y/n is protected with me...." Taehyun said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and smiled warmly at you.

" Alright......I seriously don't know what y'all doing here instead of being in school but come to the dining room to eat breakfast...." She said as she no longer care what this troublesome kids were doing.

Yeonjun grabs your hand and you accept it. Taehyun notice it and he did the same to you with other hand.

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[mymrmelanin0605]

Yeonbin

"Snack got your tongue?"

SMUT

Collaboration with @hyeyoonwrites

Inspired by:

"Alright, take twenty everyone!" The director says, pushing himself out of his leaning position on the wall.

Beomgyu sighs, dusting his hands off as he congratulates everyone on their team.

Thumbs up to the crew and hugs for his members.

"Great job today, guys!" He smiles, clapping and walking away.

"Yeah and uh Hyung!" Taehyun calls, fanning over at Soobin who's getting his makeup adjusted.

"Yeah?" The tall boy spoke, looking at Kai with a small smile on.

"Your acting is just, wow!" He compliments his older, bringing him into a brief hug.

"Yeah, You did amazing out there, Bin!" Yeonjun hopes in excitement, pressing an open-mouth kiss onto Soobin's cheek.

Soobin blushes, accepting his older's affection.

"Thank you, Hyung." He says, flattening his expression, allowing his stylist to work.

As she steps back, she admires all of her hard work on the dumbfounded boy's face.

"Alrighty! Head backstage and slip on your next outfit, I'll be waiting to help with Yeonjun's lip ring and your earrings."

He nods, walking backstage with Yeonjun as they enter the dressing room.

"That whole little growling thing you did with Gyu, it was MAGICAL."

Yeonjun laughs, grabbing the key to his snack locker.

"Oh, really?" His ears glow a hint of red at Yeonjun's nod of approval.

"Mhm! You're really good at it, like did you practice it in the mirror or something?"

Yeonjun chuckles, plopping down on the couch beside his best friend.

"Oh my LORD, Cheese balls are just so good."

Yeonjun giggles, crunching down on his favorite snack.

"Really? We don't really buy junk food at my house we're kinda health junkies..." Soobin sighs

"WHAT? Woah I've never met someone who hasn't tried them you're really missing out! Here take one"

Yeonjun excitedly reaches in the bag and feeds Soobin a cheese ball.

Soobin taken aback by suddenly being force-fed, Yeonjun chuckles.

"Good, right?"

"It really is good!"

Soobin exclaims at the cheesy flavor.

"I love them so much I might even make them my new favorite snack." He laughs, tossing one into the air.

Soobin leans in and catches it in his mouth, crunching it victoriously.

Yeonjun laughs, tossing one up, determined to catch it this time.

Yeonjun catches it just between his teeth as Soobin claps for him in celebration.

"I did it!" He laughs more, nearly choking on the round snack.

Soobin nods, watching Yeonjun reach in again, placing a single cheese ball on his tongue.

"I really like the Veggie Sticks that Staff-noona keeps for us in the back."

Soobin nods as Yeonjun keeps eating more and more snacks.

"What if I throw and you catch?" Soobin said as he lifts up the round snack between his fingers.

"Yeah sure, go for it!" Yeonjun excitedly said, opening his mouth for the catch. Soobin giggled and tossing the snack into the older's mouth.

But it didn't went into his mouth and it landed on his crotch, making the older snickered as he picks it up and popped it into his mouth.

Soobin blushed and started to imagine something weird inside his mind while eating the snacks quietly, Yeonjun noticed that as he glanced over the taller before his lips tugging into a small smirk.

"S-so...do you ONLY like the cheese flavor?"

Soobin asked, tearing his eyes away from his best friend's lap as he tossed a cheese ball from one hand to another as a distraction.

"Maybe? Because it's very flavorful compared to the other snacks that I ate." Yeonjun said while munching the cheesy snacks deliciously.

"Hehe, you're right." Soobin sheepishly giggled and started to lick the chessy seasonings off from his fingers, sucking it constantly before digging into the bag for another one.

"That sounds nice too, let me feed you some first." Yeonjun scooted closer to the younger and placed a cheese ball in front of his lips.

Soobin smiled at him and opened his mouth to eat the snack from Yeonjun's fingers, purposely grazing his lips against the older's skin. Yeonjun just chuckled and licked his finger before opening his mouth at him for the snacks from him.

Soobin gladly feeds him while they both staring at each other, both males were blushing and giggled while feeding each other.

"Say my name." Soobin smirked, pressing the ball right against Yeonjun's plush lips.

"Soobin~" He whined, liking the idea of being commanded.

"Soobin~" He whined, liking the idea of being commanded.

Soobin immediately pushed the snack into Yeonjun's mouth as he started to get riled up because of the older's obedience.

"More~" Yeonjun whined again while opening his mouth wide for him, Soobin scoots even closer and stares at him before feeding him some snacks, almost finishing the bag.

"It tastes much better when you feed me." Yeonjun said with a giggle.

"Really? Then I would say the same thing as well."

Soobin replied, Yeonjun immediately feeding him some more cheesy balls and his hand placed against Soobin's thigh unknowingly while feeding him.

"Let me just ..." Yeonjun says, licking his lips.

"Now it will stick to my lips."

He placed a ball snack between his lips and leaned in closer to Soobin, causing Soobin's heart to flutter wildly.

"Say 'Ahh' for me..." Yeonjun mumbled with nipping the snack between his lips.

Soobin hesitates at first before leaning in closer, catching the snack with his lips from the older's, causing their lips brushing against each other.

"We almost kissed." Yeonjun teased, Soobin just blushed while crunching down the snack, it was slightly moist at the first bite because it was placed between Yeonjun's wet lips.

"What's the matter? Snack got your tongue?" Yeonjun chuckles after Soobin being quiet all of the sudden.

Soobin just giggled and grabs another ball, pushing a bit of force onto it.

"Wanna do it again?" Yeonjun asked again, Soobin looked at him with a blush on his cheeks, slowly nodding his head.

Yeonjun smirked and placed a snack on top of his tongue, having Soobin widening his eyes in shock.

"Y-You want me to catch that?" Soobin asked timidly, Yeonjun just nodded his head while still holding the snack with his tongue.

Soobin slowly leaned in, Yeonjun went to grab Soobin by his nape and pulling him closer.

The taller catches the snacks with his teeth, trying not to make any contact with Yeonjun's tongue.

Yeonjun pushes himself closer to Soobin, making Soobin squeaked as the older pushing his tongue into Soobin's mouth.

"What's wrong, Binnie?" Yeonjun asked sweetly while munching on his cheesy snacks.

"What was that for?" Soobin asked, still covering his mouth in shock.

"You don't like it?" Yeonjun teased before letting out a loud chuckle, Soobin's face is getting warmer and he secretly likes it.

"I-It's not that ... it's just it was so.. sudden." Soobin muttered, Yeonjun chuckled again as he scooted closer to him, having one of his legs draped over Soobin's lap.

"I really like you, Soobin. You must know that." Yeonjun cheekily said.

A soft giggle spilling out from Soobin's lips and nodded his head.

"I know ... should I do something for you?"

Soobin managed out while staring at him shyly.

"Okay." Soobin replied, he digs into the bag and takes the last piece of cheese balls, his fingers coated heavily with cheese seasonings, Yeonjun's eyes lit up and licking his lips at the sight.

Soobin went to feed him the last ball, Yeonjun slowly wrapping his lips around Soobin's fingers and sucking them hungrily.

A soft whine trailed out from Soobin's lips as he watches the older sucking the seasonings off of his fingers before pulling out with an audible pop.

Locking eyes with each other, soobin blinks, rolling his finger on the boys lips to tease him.

Yeonjun moaned softly and wrapping his lips around Soobin's fingers, going down deeper to his throat that making him choked slightly.

"H-Hyung ..." Soobin breathe out, watching Yeonjun sucking his fingers like a hungry baby while locking eyes with him, he's being shameless and bold towards Soobin.

"Hm?" Yeonjun pretends not to know exactly what he's doing to Soobin.

"Can you...do it again?" He asks, coating his finger in the crumbs left in the thin foil bag.

Yeonjun grinned and immediately wrapping his lips around Soobin's fingers again, sucking it slowly and his tongue pressed against under his fingertips.

Soobin was getting hard by the sight, his pants was about to burst out while Yeonjun sucking on his fingers shamelessly.

He would rather Yeonjun to suck on his dick instead.

"O-Oh God..." Soobin bit his lip, trying to contain his love for his new found kink.

"Heheh, you like it, don't you?" Yeonjun teased, grabbing Soobin's wet hand.

Soobin gulped and nodded his head, words couldn't describe that how bad he wants Yeonjun to suck him off as he's suffering inside his pants.

Yeonjun couldn't help and he glanced down to Soobin's bulge on his crotch, smirking at himself and he looked around the room, making sure that the coast is clear.

"You want me to do it here?" Yeonjun asked with a hint of seduction in his voice.

"D-Do what ...?" Soobin stuttered.

"I know that you're suffering right now, Binnie. Do you want me to help you with it?" Yeonjun asked again while tilting his head cutely at him.

"I-I don't know what are you talking about, hyung."

Yeonjun chuckled deeply and placed his hand on top of Soobin's crotch, causing Soobin hissed softly by the contact and slightly grinds against Yeonjun's palm.

"Hm, you're getting hard." Yeonjun teased and his hand rubbed against Soobin's crotch, having Soobin's breath hitched and bit his lips in enjoyment.

"Tell me how bad do you want me to suck this cock of yours."

Yeonjun whispered while rubbing his hardness before squeezing it gently.

"H-Hyung please ..." Soobin moans out quietly.

Yeonjun shakes his head. "Ah ah ah, use your words, you're not a baby Soobinnie."

He laughs, patting the desperate boy's head.

"I-I...I want...I can't say it Junie..." Soobin whines, hair falling to cover his embarrassing expression.

"Please tell me more specific and I'll give you what you want, Binnie." Yeonjun smirked.

"I-I want Junie to suck my cock please..." Soobin whined in embarrassment by his own words, Yeonjun chuckled at his cuteness and neediness inside his voice.

"As you wish, Binnie." Yeonjun said and immediately went to take off Soobin's pants along with his boxer down, just enough to let Soobin's dick free.

Soobin's dick was standing tall for Yeonjun, wanting him to take care of it. His throbbing tip begs for attention and almost making Yeonjun drooled at the sight.

"Ah hyung stop staring ..." Soobin whined out and covered his face in embarrassment. Yeonjun chuckled and immediately went to grab his both hands, placed them on top of Yeonjun's head.

"Watch me."

Yeonjun went down and wrapped his plump lips around Soobin's tip, sucking it gently before going down deeper.

Soobin moaned softly and his fingers tangled into Yeonjun's blonde locks as he's bobbing his head up and down.

"A-ah...hyung...not so h-hard...I don't wanna cum too soon..."

Soobin's words dripped with sweetness as his tongue glided across the inside of his bottom lip.

Soobin bit back on a moan as Yeonjun chuckled, sending vibrations to Soobin's tip.

"I can't stop you taste so much better." He says before slipping back down on Soobin's rod.

Soobin whined loudly as he tries to push Yeonjun away who's kept sucking him off, his body jolts when the boy goes down deeper, his tip hitting against back of his throat again, hollowing his cheeks while holding down onto Soobin's thighs to make him stay still.

Yeonjun kept ignoring the boy's loud whines and cries, he just wanted to make sure that his mouth felt satisfied as he sucks him off and trying to make him cum for the second time.

Soobin couldn't help as the second wave of orgasm started to build up inside him, begging Yeonjun to go faster and get it done immediately.

Yeonjun hummed in response and wrapping his lips around Soobin's tip with his hand pumping his shaft at the same time. Soobin went insane and couldn't stop whining loudly. Showing he close he is while thrusting his hips against Yeonjun's mouth, he moans out Yeonjun's name lewdly.

Yeonjun moaned against his dick, his saliva started to drool out from his stuffed mouth as Soobin fucking his mouth faster while gripping onto the boy's blonde locks.

"Ah shit ... I-I'm going to cum hyung ..." Soobin choked out and bursting out his loads down to Yeonjun's throat, quickly swallowing everything down from him.

Yeonjun moaned deliciously, his shaft clean before pulling out, grinning widely after his mouth got satisfied.

"Really? Do I looked even prettier when these full lips of mine are around your cock?"

[rkwon]

DE:CODE IS LIVE: HAPPY MILO DAY! 🎉 JULY 17TH, 2020  •  43 MINUTES

he isn’t sure what’s worse — the nagging guilt and greed that both a fanmeeting and a vlive for a forgettable recently-debuted idol is far too much, or the small yet persistent voice in the back of his head that tells him no one will show up, that anyone who does is just waiting for him to do something stupid. the little live icon mocks him as he shuffles in his seat, leans in closer to see the details of the livestream. the viewer count jumps from zero, to a hundred and beyond, but what he’s most concerned about is the speed the comments move and how small they are. he retreats, resting his back straight against the back of the chair and pulling the sleeves of his jumper down over his palms before he waves.

“hello,” he greets, quiet and shy. his cheeks are a soft pink and it’s likely the tips of his ears are, too, though conveniently hidden by his overgrowing, curled hair. “I’m de:code’s milo. ah, force of habit. my name is in the live title, right?” his laugh is airy. “it’s my birthday today.” he continues, letting the any and every thought that comes to mind roll off his tongue. “thank you for all the well wishes! I saw some of the comments on social media— well, I saw lots of cake emojis. this is the first year I haven’t gotten to eat mum’s cake on my birthday. ming— magnus’ mum always bakes each of us a cake on our birthdays, but I was so busy today that I couldn’t go home.” he sits forward once more to read what he can of the fast-paced comments. “oh! don’t worry, don’t worry. we’re going home over the weekend to see his parents, so we’ll have cake then! I’ll bring slices home to the dorms for all the members.” 

he pauses to read again, clearly struggling even when he moves closer. he’s long-sighted, but the font is so small that it’s hard to see regardless. “did the members get me anything?” he reads with a tilt of the head. growing up, won rarely received presents on his birthdays. sometimes he’d get a little cash from his parents, or a hand-me-down, until he met mingyu and thus began the traditions of spending as much of the day with the kims as possible. though he still doesn’t think too much of material gifts, he cherishes the thought each of them have always put into choosing something for him — either for its sentimental value, love and effort put into creating them, or relevancy to his interests. he chuckles to himself as he remembers the time mingyu bought him two bottles of coca-cola knowing he had been craving it but unable to afford any. “so far, a.c’s gift is top of the ranking. when I woke up for practice this morning, he gave me the biggest hug before I could even make it to the bathroom to start getting ready. I think it’s going to be tough to beat cute cuddles from our youngest.” he teases, concentrating so hard on reading once again that his phone vibrating on the table just out of frame startles him. 

he glances down to check, unable to hold back a grin. his eyes trail back to the camera, lips pursed, then to his phone as he picks it up. “magnus just texted me. he’s watching from the dorms; everyone say hi!” he waves. “he’s nagging me. he’s telling me to put my glasses on, but I don’t have them with me...” a pout tugs at his bottom lip. “I’m long-sighted!” he answers when he spots the question before it scrolls off screen. “ah, he text again. he asked me where they are. ah... I think I left them on the bedside table. it’s fine, though! I can manage; I can see! I always take them off to sleep so they don’t get broken— but then I forgot to pick them up before I left earlier. this is my tmi for the day.” he laughs, leaning forward again. a few notes about wanting something more interesting for his tmi catching his eye. honestly, he isn’t really sure what constitutes a tmi in the first place — he’d just heard it around on other idols’ vlives and broadcasts. still reading, he hums to the beat of another buzz of his phone. “ah, he’s good to me. magnus is coming to deliver them!” he sucks in a deep breath, resting his chin against the palm of his hand, his elbow propped on the table. 

“oppa, why do you look so good? hyung, what should i eat to look like you?” he reads, chuckling loudly until his nose starts to crinkle. “cheetos.” he answers simply, still eyeing the comments. “they’re my favourite snack. I would always try to save up my allowance and treat myself to a bag when I could.” more messages flood in about which flavours, about other snacks he enjoys and what his favourite food is, but won catches one about his voice that makes his cheeks flush so bright that he instinctively leans back in the hopes that it becomes less noticeable. “to the person who said they loved my voice and that it was one of their favourites, thank you! that’s an honour... just in de:code, we have so many talented vocalists. I’m happy that you enjoy my singing. or is it my talking voice?” he all but giggles. “I’ve been told since my early teens that I have a really deep voice. I might get in trouble with him for telling you this but I always thought it was just in comparison to mingyu — his voice dropped after mine even though he’s a little older. I thought my voice can’t be that deep, but it really was all that time.” he hums, noticing a surprised question. “mhmm! I used to be taller, but now mingyu has a few centimetres on me. a lot of the de:code members are either very tall or very short. even though I’m tall, almost everyone around me my whole life has been taller than me. mingyu’s step dad is taller than me, too. I’m not tall enough! I want a couple more centimetres but I think it’s too late for me now...” he pouts once more, but it doesn’t last long. “did it hurt when you fell from the sky? did it hurt when you did?” his counter is embarrassing but he’d have had that same red tint to his cheeks either way so why not? 

i entered for the chance to come to your birthday fanmeeting but i didn't get chosen ): but i am glad you are doing a vlive and that i can still see you on your birthday. i hope that you've had a very enjoyable day, milo, i love you 😭 happy birthday!! 

“ah, that comment disappeared before I could read it out loud, but I saw it! thank you! I’m sorry there wasn’t a chance for you to come to the fanmeeting; I’m glad I could do a vlive for anyone who couldn’t make it. I was really surprised, actually. I was... kind of worried no one would come.” he laughs now, but he almost hadn’t slept last night stressing about it. perhaps it still hasn’t quite sunk in yet that he’s really an idol — in one of the top five companies, no less. “you can thank magnus when he gets here for persuading me to do both the fanmeeting and this vlive. I really wanted to do the vlive especially, but I was worried I wouldn’t be very entertaining. are you having fun?” his grin is probably a little too hopeful, but his viewers at least humour him. “you are? that’s a relief. but... should we listen to the music? what songs are everyone listening to lately? I’ve been listening to ‘love is the way’ by red velvet a lot.” he begins to sing a little as he scrolls through the music player on his phone, periodically glancing back up to catch a few comments. 

however, he squeaks when the door to the practice room clicks open suddenly. 

“ah, my knight in shining armour!” he’s all sparkling eyes and wide grins as he looks at mingyu off camera, arms raising to grabby hands at the glasses case in his boyfriend’s hands. “my glasses! oh, how I’ve missed you.” it takes an embarrassing amount of force to prize open the case as mingyu busies himself taking off his jacket. he pushes the frame up his nose, blinks a few times to adjust to the change. “that’s so much better. gyu, come sit with me.” he pats the chair beside him he’d saved just in case anyone popped in. he suspects seonho will bounce in later ( literally ), though he had hoped mingyu would come to lend him a hand soon after he started, too. said jacket is draped over the back of won’s chair, though he doesn’t realise until he feels the weight of the fabric brush his arms. he barely has chance to turn around before mingyu’s arms hang around his shoulders, pulling him back towards his chest. they sway, left to right to left to right, to the rhythm of mingyu’s gentle “happy birthday to you”, won’s grin growing to crinkle not only the bridge of his nose but the corners of his eyes, too. he’s still in a daze when he gets a birthday kiss to the cheek, mingyu finally taking his seat. 

“hello!” 

dumbly, won replies, “hi,” then realises, “oh, you weren’t talking to me— that’s embarrassing. a-anyway, what were we talking about? oh! songs. what songs you’re listening to lately. what have you been listening to, gyu? ah, I don’t think all of you have been listening to gorilla twenty-four-seven. you can tell us the truth, you know, we won’t tell anyone! it’ll be our little secret. shh.” once mingyu’s settled, he answers.

"if you have been listening to gorilla twenty-four-seven, though, I would like to personally thank you... but also encourage you to take a break to listen to to you 2020 by teen top and o sole mio by per_se." won hums in agreement, turning back to the comments. 

“someone else just said o sole mio, too.” he tries to point it out, but the message is long gone before he can even raise a finger. “you guys are so fast... there’s so many of you here.” there’s wonder in his voice, disbelief at the numbers displayed in the top left. are that many people really watching him sit around? and sending him that many hearts? he almost feels like crying. “I’m really bad with technology.” he admits, trying unsuccessfully to scroll back to some older messages before mingyu gently nudges his hand aside to take over. “our manager had to set up the live for me. he asked me what emojis I wanted in the title and I didn’t even know what to answer. I only know like, five emojis, and the cake one just makes me hungry.” he hums, patting his stomach once, then again for good measure. “what I mean is if I don’t see your comment, it’s probably a combination of bad eyesight and the speed the little feed moves, please don’t feel disheartened! keep sending it if I haven’t answered! w-wait, will they get banned for that? is it spam? word it differently each time!” he advises, though truthfully, he has no idea how it works. 

eventually, he spots one he feels he has to address, even if he isn’t too sure how best to answer it. “do I have any tips for someone that wants to be an idol...” he reads. “I know it probably feels a little like a boring answer and a given, but hard work absolutely pays off. also, if you don’t pass an audition, it does not mean you didn’t work hard or aren’t talented; there’s so much more to it than that. the casting agents might be looking for something specific for a group already planned out, for example.” for a moment, he pauses, purses his lips as he tries to piece together the words he’s looking for. “I think you should always be yourself and make yourself proud. your time will come; the agent or company that sees your worth and potential is the one you want to work with, anyway, right? practice as much as you can, but practice healthily and enjoy it. if you’re not having fun, take a break. it’s important to pace yourself and be good to yourself. there were times before I went on the mgas where I didn’t dance for weeks because I wasn’t in the right head space, but when I came back to it, I wanted to put more into it because I enjoyed it again and missed it. don’t build a bad relationship with performing. do it because you love it. a-ah, I think I got a little off topic there. do you have anything to add, gyu?” he smiles at his boyfriend as he begins to speak. 

“hm? oh... yeah! don't give up. I know that's probably irritating to hear after a while of trying as hard as you can, but I know how easy it can be to get disheartened. if it's really what you want, you can take a break if it'll help, but get back up and keep fighting for it. sometimes, doubt will make you think that it's pointless and that you should settle for something more ‘realistic’, and other people might urge you to, too, but don't listen to any of that. if you know in your heart that you can do it and it's truly what you want, don't let anyone or anything beat that dream out of you. you can do it!” 

for a little while, they continue to answer questions he spots in the comments — ones they realistically can answer, anyway. too many people are asking about a comeback or upcoming plans and he’s almost certain they aren’t allowed to even hint at anything or face their company’s wrath. between telling everyone for the tenth time that he rooms with seonho and mingyu, his curiosity gets the better of him as he eyes the bag mingyu brought with him. 

“what else did you bring?” subtlety hasn’t really ever been his forte. “you brought a whole bag with you just for my glasses?” his voice has dropped to a mumble, but it’s likely viewers can still hear him. the stream is the furthest from his mind as mingyu smiles and reaches for said bag, dragging it closer and as his hand delves inside, won’s neck cranes to see. 

“stop trying to peek, it's supposed to be a surprise!” won huffs as mingyu laughs fondly. “I brought you a birthday snack, too, in case you were hungry. you're welcome.” 

he should be embarrassed by the gasp that parts his lips but at the sight of cheetos ( and other snacks, but cheetos! ), his image is long forgotten. “ah, kim mingyu... once again my knight in shining armour.” he teases, fingers itching to tear open the top of the packet. “I haven’t had cheetos in a long time even though they’re my favourite.” he tells the camera. “I know earlier I said that to look like me you have to eat cheetos and that’s true, but I don’t know if any of you watched us on the mgas in season four but... I was very small. my height hasn’t changed; I’ve long since stopped growing.” he pouts shortly. “but I was very thin. I started working out with mingyu when we signed to royal and eventually some of the other trainees when I got more confident. these days I could bench press mingyu! I’m telling you! I had to stop eating cheetos, though, so you have to let me know if it was worth it; do I look good?” briefly, and embarrassingly, he flexes one arm, losing what little cool he had at mingyu’s over-dramatic ‘woah!’ and amused chuckle. “a-ah, n-no, don’t ask me to prove it. you just have to trust me!” he giggles, finally popping the first cheese puff into his mouth. 

“I want to play a game, but I don’t know what we can play with everyone. someone suggested we watch videos of ourselves on youtube, but I don’t think I’m quite used to seeing my own face in public yet.” his laugh is gentle and his cheeks pink. “maybe next time. leave suggestions in the comments and we’ll prepare something next ti—” 

his squeak gets caught in his throat when the door flies open, mingyu’s hand patting his back to help him catch his breath again. seonho’s bouncing over in all his glory, a shit-eating grin on his cute face. his arms wrap around his shoulders as mingyu’s had not too long ago and won can’t help but smile. “another very special guest.” the comments explode, ‘maknae on top’ filling the screen and won’s nose wrinkles in another laugh. he pulls mingyu’s chair closer and nudges his boyfriend to the side so that the three of them can fit across two seats, seonho settling in beside him to respond to comments with them. periodically, he offers the two cheetos, watching secretly with a hungry stomach as their hands dip into the bag. 

he doesn’t realise quite how long they’ve been live until someone says they have to go to bed to get up early in the morning. his eyes widen at the forty minute timer on the display and with a small content sigh, he turns to each of the boys beside him. “I think it’s about time we rounded this live off, right? it’s getting late and everyone should be getting plenty of rest.” with waves and a chorus of ‘bye!’s and ‘sleep well!’s, mingyu and seonho are out of frame for won to say his final goodbye for the night. 

he clears his throat, leaning in a little closer and adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “everyone, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming to spend my birthday with me, whether you came for five or forty minutes.” his smile is gentler than it has been the entire stream, his teeth just starting to show. honestly, he never believed today would go so well and he’s relieved that mingyu was able to persuade him to do it at all. he had been stubborn, stuck in his insecurities and worries, but he felt good now — like floating on a cloud high above the sky on a fair, lightly breezy day. “I’m so grateful for every second we spent together. I’ve had some really strange birthdays over the years,” he chuckles, “but this is definitely one I’ll never forget. it’s been an incredibly happy day; I hope you’ve all had just as wonderful of a time whatever it is you’ve been doing. plus, it’s friday! the weekend starts now, huh?” he purses his lips, then hums. “make sure to get lots of rest and stay healthy so we can keep meeting like this, okay? thank you again. goodnight, everyone! thank you for all the birthday wishes! bye bye!” he waves and waves for a good thirty seconds as the comments roll in to say goodnight in return. “a-ah, guys— how do I end it?” with a pair of laughs off camera, the live cuts off. 

[wwounu]

x.mh | i will fight you

✧˚ * . pairing: minghao x reader

✧.⊹ * prompt: “i will fight you”

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[ from: you make my day | you made my dream m.list ]

Xu Minghao.

A new name you go to know since this new semester started. His name has been heard a couple of times around — have you met the new transfer? The transfer has designed his own clothing line at sixteen. Apparently Minghao is a heir to one of the top fashion industries. Wow, his clothes cost more than my rent in a year.

And you were content never meeting this transfer, heir, fashion major student until he set foot into your coffee shop.

The clothes he wore on your first meeting was quite memorable, a rich, navy blue pinstripe suit and plain pants, a loose dress shirt unbuttoned at the top to show off his slim figure, a ring on his left middle finger and right pinky — yes you remembered — and a black scarf similar to an ascot with white writing.

Everything was fine until he waltzed up, asking for a venti macchiato whilst talking on the phone to someone. You didn’t hear him the first time due to how quick he changed from one language to his native one, asking if he could repeat it.

He repeated it harshly this time, going back to his conversation as he throws a random note down, too unbothered to care. Of course, you had to ask his name to indicate it was his, to which he replied, “Xu Minghao.” And he — finally, you may add — leaves to wait for his order

“I will fight you.” You inhale sharply under your breath, deciding to personally do his order for him so that you can have the joy of writing on the cup at the end.

Since that day, you could never get rid of the look on Minghao’s face when he read Minghoe, the last three letters in capitals.

It was childish, but well-deserved to the owner.

Down the line, you’ve tried to find ways to misspell his name when you took his order, never failing to miss the phone next to his ear that would make him so rude.

Mingho, Myunghao, Minghow, Mingnoodle — for when he permed his hair one time — Mingles, Minghoho, Hingmao, Shoe Mingkachow; to name a few nicknames.

You aren’t sure when you’re going to stop it, but it’s not going to be soon, definitely.

He was wearing something more relaxed given that it was sunny, but the extravagance remained at its peak with red sunglasses, shoulder bag over his paint-splattered denim jacket, grey striped pants completing the look.

You finish writing the name for his order, calling out his name to collect it before you run to hide, leaving the cup. “Xu Minghao!”

“Honestly ‘Gyu, I’ve been trying to beg him for days.” Minghao sighs, thinking about his upcoming evaluation, the thought making his palms sweat. “He’s the one who told me detail is everything, but he cant even let me get the silk I specifically need for this.”

Staying silent, he stands in front of the counter where his lonely cup is to listen to his friend, catching a glimpse of a person hiding behind their coworker. He ignores it anyway.

He sighs, “I don’t know. Just thinking about it makes me mad, and...” He takes a quick glance at his beverage, “By the looks of my cup, I’m not going to feel any better either... Yep, I’m at that coffee shop. They make good coffee — I just don’t know who whoever writes my name think they are. I’ll call later.”

Without any goodbye, he hangs up and shoves his phone in his pocket, holding up the drink to read. He’s noticed this with his drinks ever since he began ordering, somehow overpassing Starbucks with their horrendous spelling, and in any other coffee shop, the spelling would correct.

“’Shoo’?” Minghao reads, guessing it’s a reference to his last name. He really wonders who keeps spelling his name in disrespecting ways, but he can only sigh, suddenly not interested in the extra teasing, leaving the cafe without his drink.

Everything wasn’t going right today.

You slowly walk back, picking up the macchiato with the words shoo scribbled, wondering why he didn’t bring it with you.

For the first time, you felt... Disappointed.

Working for the rest of the day, you get exhausted when less people come and the day darkens, watching people happily go home while you still have to cover up the shift for your coworker so that you can have the weekend off.

Sitting alone at the counter, you decide to check the back for anything to refill for the next day.

“Um, hello? Anyone?”

A voice calls while you aimlessly look in the darkness of the back cupboard, surprised a customer came in. “Please wait, I’ll be coming quickly!” You wash your hands and rub them on your apron, hurrying to the front. “Sorry about that, what can I do—”

You pause. Minghao?

He’s wearing something different — how many times does that guy change in one day? — an all-black shirt and pants, except for his beret, a stunning red, a watch and necklace as his accessories.

Minghao only looks at you, eyebrows knit together. He clears his throat, noticing you’ve been quiet for way too long. “Do you still have my drink here? I left it earlier. It was a ve-”

“Venti macchiato,” you finish, snapping out of your daze. Minghao’s eyes fly open, about to question it before you indicate your hand to an empty table. “Just wait there, I’ll see if it’s still here.”

“Okay,” Minghao slightly bows, walking away.

You find his cup still where you left it, flashbacks through the day of how you’ve been holding that cup ever since, but instead, you turn on the machines again.

“Excuse me?” You call to the male. “I found it.”

“Oh, really?” His voice peaks up, pleasantly surprised, walking towards the counter.

“Guess someone must’ve put it in the back. Anyway, here you go.” You hand Minghao the cup, watching him take it without question.

But he doesn’t leave straight away. He feels his cup, noticing the warmth. “Sorry, I don’t think this is mine, it feels like it’s newly made-”

“It’s for you, go check.”

Minghao frowns a little, taking one last look at you before he turns the cup around, seeing his name spelt properly on the cup.

“I didn’t even tell you my name,” he begins, but you stop him.

“Yeah, well...” You reveal the original venti macchiato from under the counter, proudly written with Shoo, pushing it to him. “Kinda knew what it was anyway.”

“Wait, you’re the one who spelt my name wrong?” Why does he look angry, you think, why does he—

“Yes,” you utter out loud, “and maybe every single one of your orders?”

You know you’re about to get into deep trouble until laughing is heard. 

He’s laughing.

Minghao’s laughing.

“Was it something I said?” You question. His laughter still continues, a squeaky giggle as his eyes crinkle into smiles. “You don’t... Want to fight me?”

“No, not at all.” Minghao shakes his head. “I mean, the names were awful but hilarious at the same time, but I’ve been thinking who it might’ve been for the longest time, I even had a bet with my friend Mingyu and we’re still both wrong!”

“But what about today? You looked pretty mad after reading the cup...”

Minghao’s face softens at the sound of that, suddenly shy. “You saw? Oh right, that must’ve been you then...” His voice goes silent yet he still answers you. “It’s nothing, just troubles with my fashion assignments and stubborn dad.”

“Tell me about it.” You hum.

“Do you really wanna hear all of it? I’d be wasting your time.”

“Hey, I’m in this dump until eleven tonight, entertain me.”

Breathily laughing, Minghao nods and brings a barstool near the window to prop it on the counter, drinking his misspelt and correctly-spelt macchiatos as he talks.

Maybe Minghao wasn’t a fighting-worthy person after all.

[soundofseventeen]

Lost Woods (Vernon Chwe)

Hi lovelies! Here’s a little Vernon post for the day! (I’m sorry about the Legend of Zelda title, but I couldn’t not do it) I am also a little over half way done with another series, so that’ll probably start being posted after Halloween! Enjoy! -Erin

“Vernon… Where are we?” You asked, looking at the trees surrounding you. You were on a group camping trip with a bunch of your friends, having this been something you looked forward to for a long time. You all hadn’t been together as one big group in such a long time. You slowly bonded with all your old friends, and soon it felt like it was the old days.

People were starting to take naps and go swimming when you said something about wanting to go on a hike. Everyone kind of groaned and you were bummed, until Vernon said he would go with you. You were a little shocked, mostly because Vernon was the one you spent the least amount of time this weekend. You felt like he was almost avoiding you, so the fact that he agreed to go on the hike with you surpirsed you.

Back when you all hung out more, you admit you had a mild crush on Vernon. He always joked around with you and had a far too attractive face. But he never showed any actual interest in you, so you just tried to let it go. Once you all stopped hanging out, it ended a lot easier than you had imagined. Not seeing him everyday made it really easy to not think about him.

“Uhh…” Vernon said, looking at the map on his phone. “We are definitely in the woods.” He added, and you gave him a look of panic.

“Vernon, you know where we are, right?”

“Yeah, totally.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “We gotta go this way.” He pointed, and you looked at him.

“That’s leaving the path though… Shouldn’t we stay on this?”

“According to this, this is the quickest way to the lake. Look, you can even see a small trail. We’ll be there in no time.”

“Okay…” You said, following him. Why you decided to suddenly trust him with this, you have no idea.

“So…” He started, stepping over a giant log, then offering you a hand to help you over. “It’s been a while since we have been alone together, huh?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess.” You shrugged, continuing to walk with him.

“Mingyu talks about you a lot. I feel like I’ve been pretty updated on your life.” He smiled, and you rolled your eyes. Of course Mingyu would talk about you to Vernon. He was the only one you told about your original crush. He’s convinced you still have it, even though you and Vernon hadn’t spent time together in forever.

“Yeah… He talks about you quite a bit too. I guess you guys rap now?” You eyed him, and he kicked a rock.

“Maybe a little.” He grinned.

“Gyu said something about a showcase coming up?”

“Oh yeah! We’ve been practicing for it like crazy. Mingyu and I almost didn’t come this weekend for it, but we figured he kind of needed a break. Plus Seungcheol and Wonwoo could probably get a lot more done without us there for a couple days.” He ran his fingers through his hair, a habit he seemed to not let go of.

“Well, I told Gyu I don’t know my schedule yet, but I’m going to try to come see you guys. Maybe make a t-shirt or something.” You shrugged, and Vernon flat out laughed.

“Oh my gosh. Our first fan. I’m honored.” He placed a hand over his heart and made a proud look, causing you to laugh. It felt just like old times, and you felt a warm buzz in your heart. As you continued to walk and talk, you noticed that you passed a weird shaped rock before. A couple of times.

“Wait Vernon…” You said, stopping. He stopped and looked at you.

“Yes?”

“Are we lost?”

“No?” He said, looking around.

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure.”

“We passed that rock like four times. See the weird moss pattern, it’s definitely one I’ve seen before…” Vernon looked at it, then his face went pale. He started looking around the trees, eyes wide.

“Okay… We may be lost…” You smacked his arm.

“VERNON!” He jumped at your sudden shouting. “I thought you said you knew where we were going?!” He scratched the back of his head.

“Yeah… About that…”

“What?”

“I may have lied…”

“VERNON!”

“I’m sorry! I swear I thought this would be a good path! But the map couldn’t really find our location, so I might have guessed…” You groaned and sat down on the rock. “Okay, we came from that way… Maybe if we backtrack…”

“How are we going to find the campsite?” You asked, starting to panic. It was still a while until sunset, but you’re mind was already racing. “What if we’re stuck out here? How will the others find us?”

“Woah, woah, woah! Calm down…” Vernon was now crouched in front of you. He had taken both your hands in his own. “We’re gonna be okay. It’s not that big of a forest. We’ll find our way back. Even if we don’t, someone will come look for us soon. We’re gonna be okay. Deep breaths.” He said, demonstrating the breathing until you started to follow. After a couple minutes, your breathing started to calm down, and Vernon smiled at you. “There we go.”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to panic.” You said, and he patted your shoulder.

“It’s alright. At least I still remember how to calm you down.” He said, pulling you up. “Now come on, we should try going this way.” You nodded and followed him, now walking in silence.

“Hey…” You said, causing Vernon to glance at you. “How did you remember how to calm me down?” Vernon shrugged.

“It’s like second nature. I used to help you with it all the time, remember?” He nudged your shoulder. “Besides, I always kind of liked you, so if it would stop you from freaking out over something, I was glad to help.”

“Well, thanks.” You smiled. “Wait, you liked me?” You asked before you thought it through. Clearly he was talking about a general liking, not the liking you felt towards him before. You squished your eyes shut after you asked him, completely missed how red his face got.

“Yeah… I used to have a pretty big crush on you actually.” He admitted, and you opened your eyes.

“Wait, seriously?”

“Oh God yeah! You were so sweet and adorable and always told me really dumb jokes. What more could a guy look for?”

“Oh my God…” You said, trying to think back to before. Did he really?

“To be honest, I always kind of thought you might have had a crush on me at one point.” He mumbled, kicking another rock.

“I… Kind of did.” You admitted, and he looked at you.

“Wait you did?”

“Yeah, for a little while…”

“Wait, so I had a crush on you and didn’t say anything, and then you had a crush on me and didn’t say anything?” He asked, and you kind of shrugged. “Wow, we were good at this huh?”

“I guess…”

“Huh.” He said, and then continued walking. You stood confused for a second, then realized he was walking away so you quickly ran up to him.

“You know… I was wondering if-”

“Wait, is that the path?” You interrupted, running ahead. And sure enough you came across the path you originally left. You let out a cheer and when Vernon caught up to you, you wrapped your arms around him in excitement. He stumbled back, but managed to catch you okay. You let go of him and jumped around, Vernon just giggling at you.

“Okay weirdo, let’s go.” He laughed, waving you along back down the path. You hopped along after him, Vernon shaking his head at you. “You have hardly changed at all, Y/N.”

“Yeah, same with you Hansol.” You smirked, and he eyed you. No one really called him by his actual name anymore.

“Okay, I have to confess something.” Vernon said, and you looked at him. “I hate hiking. I really… am not a hiker. I just don’t get it.” You raised an eyebrow at him, looking at the woods and then back at him.

“So why did you say you would come with me? You didn’t have to.” You said, and he starting watching his foot kick into the ground.

“I guess I wanted to see if something was still true and it was kind of hard to talk to you with everyone else around.” He said, and you tilted your head at him. You opened your mouth to say something when he looked at you. “You know, we should probably get back to the campsite. Otherwise they might send out a search party anyway.” He chuckled, nodding you along. Neither of you really spoke to each other until you got closer to the campsite. Vernon wouldn’t really look at you, and all of a sudden it clicked what he was getting at.

He still liked you.

You pulled his hand out of his pocket and linked it with yours, causing Vernon to blush and look down at your hands with wide eyes. 

“Wait… Really?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Some things stick around, I guess.” You shrugged, pulling him along towards the campsite. All of your friends couldn’t help but notice the fact that you were both much more smiley after your hike.

[elisajdb]

Life With You: XV

AN: Fluff with some plot and more secrets.

Part Fifteen: Parenthood

 When Goku was congratulated on being a father, everyone was filled with kind words, praises and advice.

 “Get plenty of sleep before the baby comes,” advised Mr. Olitz.

 Mr. Lupp told him, “Don’t leave everything to your wife.”

 “No sex for two months after the baby’s born,” Aki warned him with a shake of his head. “That sucks.”

 Goku was ready for it. Well, he thought he was ready for it but no matter how many times he was warned, he wasn’t prepared for the amount of crying Gohan did, the number of times Gohan’s diaper needed to be changed, how often Gohan needed to be fed or held.

 The first month was a disaster. ChiChi was a mess and he didn’t know what to do.

 When Goku opened his eyes, it was still dark. What time was it? ChiChi had the clock on her nightstand. He rolled over to see he was alone. Where was ChiChi? Goku pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed. Now that ChiChi wasn’t pregnant anymore, Goku could easily pinpoint her Ki. He left the room, following ChiChi’s Ki but stopped off at Gohan’s room first. Goku quietly entered the room, stepping over toys left on the floor before reaching the crib.

 Gohan slept with his pacifier in his mouth. The blanket that Goku knew ChiChi covered him with was pushed off to his feet. Goku covered the blanket over Gohan and stared at the sleeping baby. Crying, eating and sleeping was all Gohan wanted to do. Goku didn’t mind the crying; just the number of times he did it. He didn’t know babies cried so much.

 Still, the crying wasn’t so bad when he thought of Gohan’s smiles and laughs. When he saw Gohan, he saw pieces of himself. Besides the tail, Gohan had his eyes, spikes in his hair and his stomach! He drunk so much of ChiChi’s milk, ChiChi had to make more milk with formula they bought at the market. He loved watching Gohan learn the world around him; loved seeing Gohan’s reaction at the discovery of new things. He didn’t know as much about parenting as ChiChi but he liked the idea there was something that was his and he loved that he shared it with ChiChi.

 Speaking of ChiChi, he needed to find her. With one last look at Gohan, Goku quietly left the room.

Goku found ChiChi in the living room, sitting on the sofa in the dark. ChiChi hadn’t noticed him. His sharp ears picked up the sounds of sniffling and soft sobs. Was ChiChi crying?

 “ChiChi?” Goku stepped in the room. “Are you crying?”

“Goku?” ChiChi gasped. She hastily wiped her eyes. “What is it? Is Gohan crying?” She grabbed the baby monitor besides her. “I don’t hear anything.”

 “Gohan’s fine.” Goku knelt before ChiChi. He turned on a lamp by the sofa. ChiChi’s eyes were red and tears streak her cheeks. “ChiChi, what’s wrong?” After a moment of silence from his wife, Goku shook ChiChi’s left knee gently. “ChiChi.”

 ChiChi exhaled. “I want to be the best wife and mother to you and Gohan and I can’t do it. I’m terrible!”

 “What?” Where did ChiChi get that silly idea? “Why are ya talking nonsense, ChiChi?”

 He didn’t mean to but her words trigger her tears to return. “I can’t keep the house clean! I’m not making you full again! I can’t make Gohan full!”

 Oh. It was true the house wasn’t as clean before Gohan was born. Gohan’s toys were on the floor in his room. Their clothes baskets in the bathroom were piling with unclean clothes. There was a basket of clean clothes in their bedroom but ChiChi hadn’t folded them yet. Whenever ChiChi tried to clean, Gohan cried, needing to be fed or a diaper changed and she had to hold him until he went to sleep otherwise he’d cry. Gohan’s constant crying and demands to be cared for had ChiChi functioning on little sleep. When she did sleep, other things around the house didn’t get done like cleaning. ChiChi also wasn’t making enough food that filled Goku’s belly. It didn’t bother Goku. He would always hunt afterwards. He thought he was helping ChiChi by not voicing her food wasn’t making him full anymore.

 As for not filling Gohan, he didn’t understand. “What do you mean you’re not making Gohan full? You give him enough milk.”

 “I’m not producing enough milk,” ChiChi cried. “Even after he’s drunk milk from both breasts, he’s still hungry. I have to feed him formula milk until he’s full.”

 Goku rubbed the back of his head. Was that really a big deal? “He has my stomach. He eats like me.” That spurned ChiChi to cry again. Goku gently pulled ChiChi to sit on the floor with him. He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently. “Ah, don’t cry, ChiChi. You are the best to me. Gohan knows it, too.”

 As if on cue, Gohan cries rang from the baby monitor. “I’ll get him.” While Goku left to get Gohan, ChiChi lowered one strap of her gown, exposing a breast. She pulled herself together as her wailing son entered the room in his father’s arms.

 “Someone hungry for Mommy’s milk.” Goku settled besides ChiChi and handed Gohan to her. ChiChi adjusted Gohan in her arms and almost immediately Gohan latched onto a nipple and sucked.

 Goku stared at his son, sucking and drinking. He asked ChiChi to taste her milk but she refused, arguing Gohan needs it. With ChiChi concerned she wasn’t producing enough milk for Gohan, Goku knew any future requests would be turned down.  

 “I don’t know a lot about parenting but I can help you,” Goku offered.

 ChiChi shook her head. “I’m the wife. It’s my job to take care of the house and baby. You’re doing your job as provider.”

 “I’ll help with cooking,” Goku insisted. ChiChi could be stubborn at times. He didn’t understand why she didn’t want to accept help. He shook his head amused. Actually, he did understand. He was that way in a fight.  

 “You don’t know how to cook, Goku.”

 “I know how to eat,” Goku argued. “Just show me how to make stuff. I wanna help.”

 ChiChi agreed, watching over Goku as he prepared meals under her supervision. The first week of meals were disastrous and the mess Goku made almost had ChiChi permanently banning him from the kitchen. After several apologies and pleas, ChiChi gave Goku another chance. The kitchen was still messy but Goku did prepare meals both could eat. They were never as good as ChiChi’s meals and both were praying for the day when ChiChi could balance her housewife duties and being a mom.

 By the second month, things gotten a little better. With Goku cooking breakfast and lunch, ChiChi got more sleep which allowed her to keep the house clean while caring for Gohan. In this second month, ChiChi found time to exercise again. ChiChi was determined to get her body back into shape. Goku didn’t turn down ChiChi’s request he help her, but both were surprised the extra strength she felt during her pregnancy was gone.

 It was something ChiChi brought up to Dr. Barkley during her and Gohan’s two month checkup.

 Gohan’s doctor appointments were held at Gyu-Mao’s castle in the room where she delivered Gohan. The day of Gohan’s birth Dr. Barkley asked to stay on as Gohan’s Pediatrician. ChiChi agreed but thought it strange Dr. Barkley gave her and Gohan their checkups at her father’s castle and not at her office.

 “It’s a theory but I think the loss of strength is due to Gohan. It was always Gohan’s strength. Not yours,” Dr. Barkley guessed as Gohan squirmed at the cold stethoscope placed on his chest. “Think about it. You ate more than usual, you had an abundance of energy and you felt stronger than before. It all left when you gave birth. It explains why labor was difficult for you.”

 ChiChi sighed disappointed. The doctor’s theory made sense. “Oh. That’s disappointing. I’m gonna miss feeling that strong.”

 “So…..” Goku said slowly. “You’re saying Gohan’s strong?” His smile grew at the thought, at what this meant. “He’s gonna be strong like me?”

 Dr. Barkley removed the stethoscope from Gohan’s chest. “Heart rhythms good. Breathing is normal.” She pulled out a tool from her white coat pocket to examine Gohan’s ears. “Possibly, Goku. He has your blood.”

 Goku squealed excited. “All right!”

 “Goku,” ChiChi scolded him. “Gohan’s a baby. Don’t you think about Gohan fighting like you!”

 “Well, not now.” Goku knew it was too soon. Gohan couldn’t walk or talk. “But when he’s older….”

 “Goku….” ChiChi warned. She didn’t want to argue in front of her young son and Dr. Barkley but if Goku kept at this…..

 Dr. Barkley noticed ChiChi’s changing demeanor and diverted a possible fight by focusing on Gohan. “How’s Gohan sleeping pattern?”

 “Gohan’s sleeping four hours a night,” ChiChi answered, grateful for the distraction. “I’m getting him to sleep three hours during the day. He still eats a lot. I’m not producing enough milk for him so I have to rely on formulas.”

 Dr. Barkley looked away from checking Gohan’s reflexes and muscles. She stared at Goku. “Well….that’s expected.”

 ChiChi noticed the doctor’s eyes on Goku. “Yes, he does take after his Daddy.”

 Dr. Barkley continued Gohan’s checkup. “How’s Gohan’s head control?”

“Very good. He’s still lifting his head on his own. He turns at any new sound. He’s very smart, very observant.”

 “Observant?” Dr. Barkley questioned.

 ChiChi felt motherly pride bloom in her. She didn’t want to brag but her son was special. “The other day Gohan watched Goku do pushups and tried it, too. He only did one but it’s very impressive. He can rollover, too. I read children don’t do this until they are at least four months and Gohan’s only two.”

 Dr. Barkley continued to examine Gohan while adding notes to her electronic pad. Gohan suddenly grabbed Dr. Barkley’s white coat. He smiled at her. “He likes to grab things, too,” ChiChi added. “I have to keep my hair up around him.”

 “Sounds like Gohan is ahead of the curve.”

 “He is. He’s very smart and I will nourish that.” ChiChi knew Goku wanted to teach Gohan how to fight but ChiChi thought it was better Gohan focused on his mind and made it as strong as possible.

 Exam finished, Dr. Barkley added more notes to her pad. “Physically, everything is fine with Gohan. Mentally, he is ahead of the curve in development at his age and that’s never a bad thing.” She placed her electronic pad in her doctor’s bag and pulled out a small, black case. “I’ll administer Gohan his shots and that’ll be it.”

 When Dr. Barkley opened her case, Goku saw needles. Needles. He remembered that horrible day where he was poke and prodded. He was not gonna allow the same thing to happen to Gohan. Goku jumped from his seat, snatched Gohan from ChiChi’s arms and held his son protectively as he stepped to the door. “You’re not sticking Gohan with needles!”

 Dr. Barkley blinked. He moved so fast she didn’t see him take Gohan from ChiChi’s arms. “It’s vaccination shots so he doesn’t get illnesses. All babies get these.”

 “Not my Gohan! You’re gonna make him cry with those needles!”

 “It will hurt him more if he gets sick,” Dr. Barkley explained. Although she had a sneaking suspicion Gohan may not get the illnesses the vaccination shots will protect him from if Goku’s physical exam results meant anything. Still, she couldn’t risk harm to the baby.

 “Goku!” ChiChi yelled. “Let her give Gohan his shots. He needs it.”

 Goku tightened his hold on Gohan. He shook his head stubbornly. “No! He’s gonna cry. The needles are gonna hurt him!”

“He’s gonna be fine,” ChiChi promised him. “Do you think I will willingly allow harm to Gohan?”

 Goku relaxed a little. ChiChi would die for Gohan. “No.”

 “Then let him get his shots!” ChiChi screamed and Goku jumped slightly frightened. It was amazing her screams could make him shiver.

 Goku fell back in his seat still holding Gohan protectively. The child stared at his father babbling curiously.

 Dr. Barkley approached and gently wiped Gohan’s left arm with a wet cloth. The sudden touch had Gohan turning back to the doctor. He cooed as she pulled out a needle. Goku winced seeing the sharp pointy metal. He couldn’t believe he was allowing this. He closed his eyes as Dr. Barkley administered the first shot.

 “Hmm,” Dr. Barkley observed the needle piercing Gohan’s skin. “Gohan’s skin isn’t as tough as Goku’s.” Goku opened his eyes to see the liquid from the shot enter Gohan. Gohan gurgled a laugh at the needles’ touch. “Might be due to him being so young but we’ll see if it toughens up as he gets older.”

 ChiChi noticed how calm and happy Gohan appeared as he was given his shots while Goku was nervous, almost shaking with each one. ChiChi shook her head. “Gohan’s taking the shots better than you, Goku. Toughen up.”

 “He wasn’t poke for hours like me,” Goku defended himself.

 “Sorry about that, Goku,” Dr. Barkley apologized, “But we needed to do testing on you to understand why you had a tail and if you are healthy.”

 “You could’ve done it without all those needles,” Goku grumpily told her.

 ChiChi rolled her eyes. How Goku got uncomfortable with needles but was fine with Piccolo putting a hole in his chest she will never understand. Minutes later while ChiChi dressed Gohan and Dr. Barkley put her materials back in her bag, Gyu-Mao entered. “Sorry for interrupting but lunch is ready. How is everyone?”

 “ChiChi and Gohan are doing well,” Dr. Barkley zipped up her bag. “Your grandson is very special. ChiChi, let’s make the next appointment two months from today.”

 Noticing Dr. Barkley gathering her things, Gyu-Mao asked, “Would you like to stay for lunch, Dr. Barkley?”

 “Oh, no,” she declined. “I have to get back to my office. I have other appointments today.”

 “Then I’ll walk you out,” Gyu-Mao offered. To Goku and ChiChi, he said, “Don’t wait for me. Go eat.”

 Gyu-Mao and Dr. Barkley spoke casually as they walked from several floors of the castle, among the happy staff to the isolated parking grounds where Dr. Barkley kept her car. It was here, where they were alone, Gyu-Mao spoke what was on his mind.  

 “So, how is my family?”

 “ChiChi’s doing very well. She’s made a full recovery from giving birth. Gohan’s in excellent health. Goku’s nervous about the vaccination shots I gave Gohan but given his pedigree it’s probably a placebo to him.”

 “You took blood from Gohan’s appointment last month. What were the results?”

 Dr. Barkley opened her car door and placed her medical bag inside. “Like his father’s but he has his mother’s blood, too.” She leaned against the car door. “I guess you can say it’s a perfect mixture of human and alien blood.” In response to her words, Gyu-Mao remained silent. “Your Majesty, I appreciate you telling me about Goku. I have kept it a secret and I will continue to do so but you must tell Goku and ChiChi about this. They deserve to know.”

 “The time isn’t right.”

 “There may never be a perfect time but this is something they should know.” Initially, she understood Gyu-Mao’s reasons for not telling Goku and ChiChi and she understood Gyu-Mao was vulnerable himself when he told her everything but now she felt guilt for knowing something Goku and ChiChi didn’t know. “Goku and Gohan appear normal now but at some point, something will happen that will reveal they are not normal. When that happens, it’s better Goku and ChiChi are prepared and not shocked later.”

 The doctor had a point but Gyu-Mao knew better. He had this secret for years. She’s only recently learned about this and he knew his family better than her. On this, he wasn’t going to budge.

 Dawn’s light found its way into Goku and ChiChi’s room. Goku usually rose with the sun to exercise but this morning, he stared at ChiChi as she slept. Ever since her pregnancy, ChiChi’s body went through changes. She got bigger because Gohan was growing in her. Gohan was no longer in her but ChiChi wasn’t as small as before. He didn’t mind. It bothered ChiChi as she vowed to get back to her size. Whatever free time ChiChi found between cooking, cleaning and caring for Gohan, ChiChi exercised. She was getting smaller. He noticed muscles that faded during her pregnancy were returning. However, there was one area that hadn’t changed.

 ChiChi’s breasts.

 ChiChi had a nice size. It took Goku a while before he noticed ChiChi’s breasts appeared smaller in the clothes she wore but at night time when she wore lesser clothes her breasts were bigger. Her breasts grew while pregnant. Goku understood it had to do with the milk growing in her body for Gohan.

 He probably shouldn’t be but he was envious of Gohan. He touched ChiChi in a way he hadn’t in months. When he would try, ChiChi said no; saying they should wait until she had weaned Gohan.

 Goku wasn’t sure he could wait that long. He understood ChiChi’s body needed to recover after giving birth but since Dr. Barkley gave the approval for intimacy, it was hard waiting for ChiChi. A few times, he initiated things but ChiChi wasn’t in the mood; she was tired or she was uncomfortable with her body. There were times she used Gohan as an excuse. When they sparred together, Goku always wanted to fool around with ChiChi. When he tried to steal a kiss or touch, ChiChi always slipped out of his grasp saying she had to check on Gohan.

 It always worked. Gohan was a weak spot for him. When ChiChi mentioned she needed to check on Gohan, he always allowed ChiChi to check on him even when he figured out she was using their child as a shield.

 As his eyes followed the rise and fall of ChiChi’s breasts, Goku felt temptation sinking in. If he couldn’t touch her, perhaps it was okay to seek comfort in her scent. Goku shifted closer to ChiChi. He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled. Ah, she smelled so good.

 Would it hurt to kiss her here?

 Goku kissed ChiChi’s neck. No response from ChiChi. He kissed her again, opening his mouth to suck the skin on her neck. ChiChi shifted slightly. Goku pulled away to gaze at ChiChi. He bit his lower lip as his eyes focused on her breasts again. He noticed the peaks pointing from the thin fabric of her gown.

 Would it hurt if he touch her here?

 Kissing her neck again, one hand touched a breast; his thumb rubbed the harden nipple. A slight moan escaped ChiChi’s lips. Feeling bold, Goku slipped his hand inside her gown to squeeze the soft flesh with his bare hand while his thumb continued to play with her nipple.

 ChiChi shifted and her eyes suddenly opened. Hearing her heavy breath, Goku pulled away. His nervous eyes met ChiChi’s. He was touching ChiChi where she told him not to. She will get mad but he couldn’t help it. He wanted intimacy so badly.

 Eyes locked on each other, ChiChi took Goku’s hand off her breast. She moved it down between her legs.

 Goku grinned at the approval. Finally!! He slid down her body. He push her gown over her hips but ChiChi’s hands kept him from going further. With a tug, he pulled her panties down her legs. ChiChi raised a leg, helping Goku removed them. He settled between her legs again and licked his lips. Her scent was a magnetic pull to him.

 ChiChi cried feeling Goku’s tongue lick her. She panted as his tongue thrust inside her. “OH!” He heard her. “Mmmm.”

 Goku rose briefly to say, “I miss tasting you, ChiChi.”

 ChiChi gasped and her hips jerked as Goku nearly slammed his mouth between her legs again, sucking her tasty juices and inhaling her sweet scent. He licked, nibbled fast and slow, taking his time wanting to punish ChiChi for making him wait so long.

 ChiChi pressed her foot into Goku’s back while Goku held her other leg pinned down while he feasted. “Faster,” she pleaded. But with his deliberate teasing, his expert way in knowing which spots to touch to get a whimper or scream from her, she knew he was slowly burning her into an intense orgasm and she loved it!  Not only was she feeling pleasure between her legs but she was feeling it on her breasts and Goku wasn’t touching them. It was strange. Her breasts weren’t receiving any manual stimulation but she felt it throbbing, almost tingling as Goku pleasured her between her legs.

 Eyes shut, she cried out as she peaked. From her head to her toes, her body tingled at the sweet release.   A dreamy smile was on her face as she laid in a sweet daze of pleasure until she noticed something different. Her chest was wet. She opened her eyes and gasped. “Oh, no.”

 Goku who was busy lapping ChiChi’s essence, raised his head from between her legs. There were wet spots on ChiChi’s nipples. Before he could ask, ChiChi covered her breasts.

 “Don’t look!”

 “Why?” Goku asked worried. “What’s wrong?”

 “It’s embarrassing.”

 Goku put his hands over ChiChi’s and removed them from her breasts. He stared at the wetness over her covered nipples. Curious, he tugged the gown down exposing her breasts. “You’re dripping.”

 “I’m fuller in the mornings,” ChiChi quietly explained. This was humiliating. She normally had this taken care of before Goku noticed. She didn’t want to explain but knew if she didn’t, Goku would question her until he got an answer. “A lot of milk builds up when I sleep at night. It’s why I feed Gohan first thing in the morning or pump the milk out.”

 Goku slowly nodding remembering ChiChi pump milk from her breasts with a strange device. “So, you’re leaking because you’re full?” A slow nod from ChiChi. “You need to get rid of the milk.”

 “Yes. I didn’t know intimacy could stimulate it.” ChiChi looked over at the baby monitor. Gohan was still asleep. “I should get the breast pump.”

 ChiChi sat up but Goku put a hand on her shoulder to keep her still. Goku had an idea how to get rid of the milk. He latched onto a breast. His tongue licked the tip of her nipple testing the milk. He followed up with gentle sucking.

 ChiChi sucked in a breath. “Goku…..” she struggled to push him away. “It’s for Goh….mmm.”

 Goku pulled away momentarily. He licked his wet lips. “You need to get rid of the milk and you taste good.” He grinned wickedly. “Besides, I always wanted to try it.”

 “Go….!” Her scolding voice melted into a sigh as Goku sucked her breast again, drinking her milk, stimulating her. This is wrong she tried to tell herself. This milk was for Gohan but damn this man that is her husband was turning her on with his sucking, his nips and kisses. She could feel her breasts swelling, more moisture pooling between her legs.

 Goku abruptly pulled away much too soon for ChiChi. She panted, “Why did you stop?”

“Could you help me now?” he begged. “It’s getting kind of tight.”

 ChiChi looked down and noticed Goku’s penis poking in his boxers. “Oh.” ChiChi grabbed the waistband of Goku’s boxers and pulled it down. Goku’s hard penis sprang free. He was tight and leaking, too.

 Goku’s head fell back with a groan as ChiChi took him in her mouth. He gripped the sheets. He needed this. It’s been too long. ChiChi’s warm mouth felt so good. Her tongue…..”Ah!” he felt it sweep over his length, felt the pull of her lips sucking him. “ChiChi!” He groaned feeling her tongue lick his leaking head; her teeth gently grazed him. So close….so close….almost…..

 Soft whimpers filtered through the baby monitor. Goku opened one eye then two. What was…?

 The whimpers grew to soft cries.

 Gohan?

 Immediately, Goku felt ChiChi’s warm mouth pull away from him. He looked down at his throbbing penis. He was still hard. ChiChi couldn’t leave him like this!

 “ChiChi?”

 ChiChi entered the bathroom. “Bring Gohan in here. I need to wash my breasts.”

 “Whaa….?” No! He was so close! She could take care of him and then go to Gohan. “ChiChi!”

 ChiChi stepped in the doorway. She rubbed a wet towel over her breasts. Goku frowned, feeling insulted. Was she cleaning herself because he had his mouth there? “Don’t stand there. Get Gohan.”

 “But..?” he whined pointing at his hard penis.

 “Oh, for the love of…” ChiChi dropped the towel in a hamper. Gohan’s soft cries turned into wails over the monitor. “Never mind. I’ll get him. Just take care of that. Go outside and blow some Kamehameha Waves.”

 “But…” Goku whimpered. ChiChi was gone and Goku was left in an uncomfortable position.

 This, he decided, was getting out of hand.                  

Goku didn’t return home until breakfast. With each passing month, Gohan slept longer and ChiChi got better at balancing her housewife duties and caring for Gohan. ChiChi was back to the preparing all the meals but Goku continued to help out. He cleaned the breakfast and lunch dishes. He would even help with the laundry by sorting the clothes ChiChi cleaned.  

 Gohan was a bright child. At four months, Gohan learned to crawl. ChiChi thought Gohan’s skills developing so quickly meant Gohan was very smart and will need to channel that mental strength into books. Goku saw it differently. He didn’t doubt his son was smart but he saw Gohan’s fast developing skills as a sign he was strong and that physical strength needed to be challenged.

 While ChiChi kept busy cleaning the rooms this morning, Goku decided to test Gohan’s strength.  

 Goku placed Gohan on the floor. Sitting, Gohan stared up at Goku. He didn’t like this. He wanted to be up high in his father’s arms. He didn’t want to be on the floor alone. Gohan raised his short arms, expecting his father to pick him up.

 Goku only smiled and shook his head. He walked to the other side of the room. He waved his hands. “Come on, Gohan. Crawl to Daddy.”

 Instead of crawling, Gohan held his arms out to Goku crying. Goku got on his hands and knees and crawled. “Come on, Gohan. Crawl like this. You did it before.”

 Still crying, Gohan dropped to his side and rolled on his stomach. Crying, Gohan crawled towards Goku. He stood and encouraged Gohan. “Come on. Crawl to Daddy.” Halfway to Goku, Gohan stopped crawling and sat up, breathing hard. His tears stopped, too. Goku smiled and waved Gohan to him. Rested, Gohan got on all fours again and crawled to Goku. As Gohan was a touch away from grabbing Goku’s pants, Goku flipped out of Gohan’s grasps.

 A strange murmur resembling, “Huh?” passed Gohan’s lips. Gohan looked around wondering where his father went until he spotted him on the other side of the room. Turning his short body around, Gohan crawled again to Goku. Just as Gohan reached Goku, he jumped out of the way. Instead of a sound of confusion, Gohan laughed. This was a game now. He crawled faster to Goku, determined to catch his father. Goku laughed jumping out of the way. Gohan giggled, too, liking this game.

 “Goku?” ChiChi called distracting Goku. Instead of jumping like he planned, he remained where he was allowing Gohan to reach him. Gohan squealed in triumph as he wrapped his arms around Goku’s long leg.  

 Gohan’s happy squeal brought a smile to ChiChi. His arms were tight around Goku as he struggled to turn his body around to face his wife. “What are you doing?”

 “Helping Gohan crawl and getting him to burn his energy so he’s not fussy when it’s naptime.”

 ChiChi kissed his cheek, touched at Goku’s determination to help out. “Thank you. Maybe when Gohan takes his nap, I can clean this room. Might have time for a nap myself.”

 Goku plucked Gohan’s arms from his leg. Gohan started to cry until he was nestled against Goku’s chest.  “Do you think we can take a nap together, ChiChi?”

 “A nap?”

 “Yeah. While Gohan is napping, I’ll clean the lunch dishes, then you can clean this room. Afterwards, we can nap together.”

 The emphasis of nap turned ChiChi’s cheeks pink. The look in Goku’s eyes turned them red. “Goku, don’t talk like that in front of Gohan!”

Oblivious, Gohan chewed the strap of Goku’s tank shirt. “Ah, he’s not understanding that, ChiChi.”

 “Goku,” she sighed, “I understand you want to take a nap but there’s not time. When Gohan is older….”

 “There was time this morning,” Goku disagreed. “Would’ve been our first in months. Come on,” he urged. “Gohan’s sleeping longer, I’m helping out and you liked what I did to you this morning. It’s my turn, too.”

 ChiChi couldn’t think of a fair argument. She did enjoy this morning until Gohan’s crying interrupted them. She welcomed that release and she knew Goku was frustrated and needed some relief, too. Perhaps, after lunch she could satisfy him there. Of course Goku will want more than oral pleasure. He wanted to be physical, too and she…..

 A rapid knocking at the door saved her from thinking anymore on the tense subject. ChiChi went to the door, happy for the interruption. “Dad!” ChiChi greeted her father. Gyu-Mao stood on the other end holding several wrapped boxes.  

 “I hope you don’t mind me dropping by,” the giant ruler of Fire Mountain village stepped in the home. He placed several boxes on the sofa. “I brought gifts for my grandson: clothes, toys and books.”

 “Oh, Dad,” ChiChi groaned. “You’re gonna spoil Gohan.”

 “It’s my grandson. I’m allowed to spoil him.”

 “Then stay for lunch,” ChiChi offered. “Goku, why don’t you and Dad take Gohan for a walk while I get lunch ready?”

 Gyu-Mao smiled wryly at Goku. “She’s kicking us out. What did you do?” he teased Goku who responded with a weak laugh.

 Gohan babbled as Goku and Gyu-Mao walked through the forest. It wasn’t often he and Goku talked. Most time he visited, Gyu-Mao spoke with his daughter while Goku was in the forest training. Goku made a silly face for Gohan who burst into laughter. As Gyu-Mao studied Goku, he noticed the baby bag on Goku’s shoulder and how comfortable he looked holding Gohan. It was surreal to Gyu-Mao. He met Goku as a rude baby who hit his daughter.  He met him years later, ready to help him put out the fire around his castle. A year ago he was a confused young man honoring his promise. Now, Goku, world strongest man, a year ago was a married man and father.  

 They stopped at a lake where Goku stripped out of his clothes and hunted a fish to go with dinner. After Goku dressed, he checked on Gohan who crawled on Gyu-Mao. For Gohan, crawling on Gyu-Mao was like climbing a mountain. Goku noticed his wet diaper and changed him. Gyu-Mao insisted he can do it but Goku wanted to. That made Gyu-Mao happy to see Goku take his responsibility as father strongly. “You’re good with him. Fatherhood suits you, Goku.”

 Goku grinned as he fastened Gohan in his onesie. “Thanks.”

 “I was happy you and ChiChi were having a child but I was nervous, too. You’re both so young and inexperienced but you’re handling it well.”

 Goku kept Gohan on his lap and entertained the child with a toy rattle. “I didn’t know babies cried so much. Gohan used to sleep only two hours before waking up and crying for a diaper or ChiChi’s milk. Even after he was fed and had a diaper changed, he would cry.” Gohan took the rattle from Goku’s hand and put it in his mouth. Goku pulled the rattle out which caused Gohan to cry. Goku shook the rattle to entertain Gohan but the child kept crying. Having an idea what the problem was, Goku put the rattle back in the bag, took out a bottle and fed Gohan.

 Gohan quiet down sucking sweet liquid in the bottle. “Sometimes ChiChi would get upset with herself because she didn’t know how to settle Gohan. He has a lot of energy. Grandpa said I had lot of energy and he would pull my tail to settle me. We tried it on Gohan. It works.”

 “Taking care of a baby can be exhausting.” Gyu-Mao had a staff to help him and his wife so he knew it was a struggle for Goku and ChiChi to care for Gohan. “ChiChi’s mother had her staff to help but it’s only you and ChiChi. I can see it in her eyes. She’s tired.”

 Goku replaced the empty bottle with a second one. “Gohan keeps ChiChi up but I’ve been helping her.”

 “Is she taking care of you?” Gyu-Mao asked. “She’s a mother now but ChiChi can’t forget her role as wife.”

 Goku wasn’t sure if he should answer but he was getting frustrated. After this morning and before her father’s arrival, ChiChi wouldn’t give an answer if they could resume marital relations. Gyu-Mao also told him he was his son now and Goku could come to him if he needed, too. “I miss being with her,” Goku admitted after a moment of silence.

 Gyu-Mao understood enough to know what that meant. “Well, it happens especially after a baby. The mother is so focused on the baby she forgets the husband.  She’s also worried you may not like the changes of her body.”

 “I like ChiChi’s body!”

 Gyu-Mao laughed at Goku’s quick response. “That’s good you do but it’s not easy convincing the woman that.” He stood and grabbed the fish. He had an idea on how to fix this. “Let’s head back. I have a way to help you two.”

 Lunch was ready when the men returned. While Goku and Gyu-Mao ate, ChiChi privately fed Gohan and put him in his crib for his nap. When ChiChi returned to the kitchen, she cleared the empty dishes and filled the sink with hot water.  

 “You look tired, ChiChi,” Gyu-Mao observed his daughter.

 “I’m a new mom, Dad,” ChiChi said with a smile. “I’ll sacrifice anything for Gohan.”

 “Yes, you two are doing it on your own.” Gyu-Mao looked over at his son-in-law who happily ate his food. “Your mother had help from the staff. Why don’t I take Gohan for a couple days? Let you get some sleep.”

 ChiChi was horrified. Be apart from her child? “Gohan’s my son. I’m his mother. It’s my job to take care of him.”

 “Of course, ChiChi, but I’m his Grandpa and I like to spend time with him, too. Besides, he should spend time in his future home.”

 “Oh, Dad,” ChiChi drawled. “It’s too early to talk about Gohan being ruler over the village.”

 “I know you want him to get an education. I support that but he should do something with it.”

 “Gohan’s only four months old. Too early, Dad.”

 Gyu-Mao backed down. “All right, but at least let me take Gohan for a couple days. I want to spend time with my grandson. You and Goku can relax for a couple days; get some sleep, spend time together and pick Gohan up refreshed.”

 Spend time? The dish in ChiChi’s hands slipped back in the water. Goku wouldn’t have told her father they haven’t been intimate yet, would he? She knew he was anxious for them to be intimate but Goku wouldn’t have mentioned their lack of intimacy and her father wouldn’t have taken it upon himself to take Gohan to give them some time alone, would he?

 ChiChi observed her husband at the table. The look on his face. If it was possible, ChiChi swore her sweet, innocent husband looked evil. ChiChi turned away, feeling her cheeks burn. He did! He told her father!

 “I’ll take Gohan today,” Gyu-Mao offered.  

 “Today?” ChiChi whirled back to face them. “But it’s so soon. Gohan’s still adjusting.” That was a weak excuse! “I…. I need pack.”

 “Gohan is sleeping longer, he knows my voice and face. He won’t be scared being alone with me.” His daughter was a stubborn one but so was he. He wasn’t backing down. Sometimes his daughter didn’t know what was best for her. “I’ll wait until you pack Gohan’s things.”

 From her father’s firm stance on the matter, it was settled and no amount of arguing will change her father’s mind. He was stubborn like an ox. Just like her. ChiChi turned her back on them and resumed cleaning the dishes. The dish in ChiChi’s hand cracked. She will make Goku pay for this. “Sure, Dad. Thanks for taking Gohan a couple of days. I could use some sleep. That’s all I will do with Gohan gone. Just sleep.”

 Three hours later, a tearful ChiChi said goodbye to Gohan. She knew he was in safe hands but this will be the first time she will be without her son. She appreciated the break and promised to use her time wisely. She will catch up on sleep, tidy the home and adjust the clothes her father brought for Gohan’s tail.

 As for her husband, he can figure out how to take care of himself! She wasn’t giving in!

 Goku made no moves on ChiChi once Gyu-Mao left. ChiChi expected something but Goku behaved all day. After dinner, they took a stroll through the forest where ChiChi expected something but got nothing. Her husband was smart to not bring up their marital activities. When they returned home, Goku did suggest ChiChi join him for a soak in the cauldron but she promptly shut him down.

 Goku accepted her refusal and cheerfully told her he’ll soak alone. It wasn’t surprising Goku returned to their room naked. It was surprising Goku didn’t put on any clothes. Goku was married to her long enough to wear boxers to bed, but tonight, he didn’t. He was tempting her but ChiChi resisted. She didn’t care Goku went to bed naked. She didn’t care he smell so good from his bath. She wasn’t giving in.  

 ChiChi shut off the lights, turned her back on him and closed her eyes. She wasn’t giving in. It didn’t matter Goku snuggled close to her so she could feel his naked body against her. It didn’t matter if he occasionally groped her before he fell asleep. Goku had a will of steel but so did she. She will win this one.

 When ChiChi awakened the next morning, she felt rested. Her anger at Goku and overall exhaustion pulled her into a deep sleep. She looked at the clock on her nightstand. Amazing. She slept ten hours.  

She was relieved Goku was no longer pressed against her. During the night, he must’ve pulled away in his sleep. ChiChi grabbed the phone on the nightstand and dialed her father’s castle.

 A staff on the other line quickly alerted her father. She waited a few minutes before she heard her father’s voice. “Good Morning, ChiChi.”

 “Good Morning, Dad. How’s Gohan?”

 “Gohan’s great. When I brought him, all the ladies in the castle fawned over him. They took turns feeding him, changing his diapers and gave him a nice bath before putting him to bed. He only woke up twice. The first time he needed his diaper changed. The second time I think he wanted to be held so I did.”

 ChiChi was relieved Gohan’s first night away from her went well. “What is he doing now?”

 “Gohan’s been fed and changed so he’s playing with Turla. She’s crawl chasing him around the room.” In the background, ChiChi could hear Gohan laughing.

 “How was your night?” Gyu-Mao asked. “Did you get enough sleep? Did you and Goku spend time together?”

 ChiChi looked over at her husband. His back was to her so ChiChi assumed he was still sleeping. “I got plenty of sleep. So did Goku.”

 Gyu-Mao sighed, heavily. “ChiChi, you and Goku should spend time together. You’re a mother but you’re also a wife.”

 “We had a nice walk and talk after dinner.” ChiChi felt her anger from yesterday returning. She love her father but this was not his business. He didn’t understand.

 “ChiChi, I talked to Goku. I asked how things were. I could tell he didn’t wanna say anything but for him to confess anything to me, tells me there’s an issue you two need to discuss.”

 “Dad,” ChiChi warned her father.

 “Gohan’s fine,” Gyu-Mao interrupted her. “I’ll call you tomorrow to let you know when I will bring Gohan back. Until then, talk to your husband.”

 The phone clicked. “Dad?” She heard a dial tone. “Dad?” She stared at the phone stunned. She couldn’t believe it. He hung up the phone on her.

 ChiChi put the phone back on the receiver. She glanced at Goku. He was still asleep? How could she talk to him when he didn’t understand? She rose frustrated and was suddenly pulled back to bed by a masculine leg and arm.

 “Goku…..” Her breath hitch as Goku’s hand slipped under her gown, “let me go.”

 Goku pressed his body against ChiChi’s. “Remember when we spent the day in bed? It was raining really hard. I didn’t wanna train. You didn’t wanna get out of bed yet. We just talked and touched.”

 “After what you told my father, touching you is the last thing I wanna do with you, Goku.”

 ChiChi broke from him. She rose again but Goku pulled her back down. ChiChi’s back touched the sheets while Goku straddled her. ChiChi pushed her hips up and regretted the action as she felt Goku’s naked body brushed against hers. Frustrated, she met his friendly eyes with fury.  He wouldn’t get like this unless he wanted to talk so she let him have his say.

 “He asked how we were doing,” Goku was thoughtful. “I’m sorry for talking to him but he wanted to help.”

 ChiChi snorted. That didn’t make her feel better. “Great. Now Dad knows I’m not good at caring for my baby, my house and my husband.”

 “Will you stop that!” Goku snapped. “Stop thinking you ain’t a good wife and Mom because you have trouble balancing everything! I won’t allow it!”

 He did it at times but it was still surprising when Goku raised his voice at her.

 “Those books said it takes time to get used to a new baby because they are demanding in their first year.”

 Those books? “You read those baby books?” ChiChi had plenty lying around during her pregnancy. She told Goku he should read them but he never seem interested.  

 “I read two.” After finding ChiChi crying that night, Goku decided to read those books. He wished he did it while ChiChi was pregnant. He would’ve been prepared for how ChiChi acted since Gohan’s birth. It explained so much! “It warned we will lose sleep; we won’t be doing things we did before the baby came. It told me what’s going on with you and what I can do to help. I know this ain’t easy and you’re going through a lot more than me but stop putting so much pressure on yourself.”

 “Goku….I….” She was caught off guard. She noticed how Goku helped around the house and helped with Gohan. She noticed him training less but Goku always seemed happy. Even with her outbursts, he remained optimistic while she cried and was irritable. If he read those books, then it meant he did understand. She could talk to him. She smiled ruefully. “I still miss it sometimes how you can hide so much behind that smile of yours.”

 As if on cue, Goku smiled. “How about we ride Nimbus?” Goku suggested. “We can go where Nimbus takes us. We can get our mind off things and just relax.”

 ChiChi noticed the tension ease from Goku’s face and the familiar smile she’d come to know and love returned. Her sweet husband. “Later,” she told him. “Move up.”

 “Move up?” Goku repeated. He was lost. “Where?”

 “Move your body up.”

 “Umm….” Goku didn’t understand. He kept his arms on both sides of her and moved. He didn’t understand what ChiChi wanted but he moved until he was straddling over her breasts. “Like this?”

 “A little more.”

 Goku did what he was told. He didn’t understand but he trusted ChiChi. Now he was over her face. “Like this? Why do you…..” he fell forward and gripped the headboard as ChiChi took him in her mouth. After a shuddering breath, Goku steadied himself and adjusted as ChiChi feasted on him.

 That morning Goku found relief. Later that day, Goku and ChiChi agreed to let Gyu-Mao keep Gohan an extra day.

 ChiChi hummed to herself as she bounced around the kitchen setting up decorations. Today was a special day. Today was Goku’s birthday. Well, it was the date selected by her and Goku for them to celebrate. Instead of planning alone, ChiChi had a special helper with her. Her son, Gohan.

 ChiChi knew for Goku less was best. Past birthday celebrations taught ChiChi Goku didn’t want a lot of gifts or attention. He liked things simple. Still, it was Goku’s special day and ChiChi wanted to celebrate him. Goku will have to deal with the attention whether he liked it or not.

 Gohan tied his last balloon to a string and handed it to his mother. “Thank you, Gohan.”

 “Will Daddy like the balloons, Mommy?”

 ChiChi tied the balloon to the chair of balloons Goku will sit in. “Of course he will.”

 ChiChi told Goku to hunt a fish for dinner. With Goku away, ChiChi and Gohan rushed as fast as they could to set up the balloons and streamers. Once they finished decorating, Gohan sat on the sofa wearing his party hat and looking out the window to see his father return from the forest while ChiChi finished decorating the cake. ChiChi added the final candles on Goku’s cake when Gohan nearly screamed. “Daddy’s coming, Mommy! Daddy’s coming!”

 “Hurry, Gohan.” Gohan rushed in the kitchen while ChiChi quickly lit the candles. ChiChi turned off the lights then hid with Gohan behind the table.

 Goku entered his house. Why was it dark? He could’ve sworn he saw lights on as he approached his home. He felt his wife and son’s Ki while he removed his boots. They were fine so Goku knew nothing was wrong but why were the lights out? He saw candlelight coming from the kitchen. He felt his wife and son’s Ki here, too. Goku entered the kitchen and flipped on the lights. “Hey, ChiChi! I’m back. I got the fish, but what happened to the lights?” The lights flickered on. He saw a banner reading, “Happy Birthday, Goku!” There were streamers and balloons hanging over the room and one chair had several balloons tied on the back of it.  

 “What the……”

 “Happy Birthday!” ChiChi and Gohan jumped from their hiding spot.

 “Oh.” It was that time of year again. ChiChi was insistent they celebrate his birthday but Goku thought it was silly. He didn’t know his true birthdate and the one they decided on was made up. It was pointless to him.

 Gohan ran to him and wrapped his arms around his long leg. One of his hands held the party hat Gohan wanted Goku to wear. “Happy Birthday, Daddy!” Goku picked up Gohan. Goku grinned as Gohan put the party hat on him. Gohan liked these celebrations. Goku recalled how he and ChiChi would spend time decorating for Gohan’s birthday. Goku still thought celebrating being a year older as silly but at least Gohan’s birthdate was real. Gohan’s happiness at the decorations and gifts always melted Goku’s criticism but knowing his son helped today and seeing Gohan’s excitement and happiness for him, Goku thought maybe celebrating his birthday wasn’t so pointless or silly after all.

 Goku sat in the balloon chair with Gohan in his lap. “Did you and Mommy decorate this room?”

 Gohan nodded. “Uh-huh. Do you like it?”

 “I love it.” He sniffed. The food ChiChi had laid out smelled wonderful, too. “Food smells great, ChiChi.”

 “I helped Momma with that, too,” Gohan piped up.

 “You did?” Goku was impressed. The kitchen was ChiChi’s domain and she didn’t usually accept help. “That’s a great birthday gift.”

 Gohan giggled. “No, Daddy. The food isn’t your gift.” He pointed to the wrapped gifts on the table with the birthday cake. “Those are your gifts.”

 “Before Daddy opens his gifts,” ChiChi diverted her husband and son back to the cake, “he has to blow out the candles and make a wish.”

 “Okay,” Goku agreed. “But, Gohan, I need your help blowing out these candles.”

 ChiChi held up a camera. “Smile, you two.” Goku and Gohan smiled widely as ChiChi took a picture. “Okay. Now.”

 Goku and Gohan blew out the candles together. While ChiChi cut slices of cake for the three, Gohan pointed to the presents on the table. “Open your gifts, Daddy.”

 Goku pointed at the food. “I really wanna eat this yummy food, Gohan.”

 “After your presents,” Gohan insisted.

 Goku stared at his son in awe. The look on his face; the cute determination that his father listens to him. Gohan’s expression reminded Goku of looks ChiChi would send him. “Okay,” Goku easily gave in. “I’ll open the presents.”

 Goku picked up a box wrapped in blue and silver wrapping. He read the note attached to it. “It’s from you, Gohan.” Goku peeled the wrappings not expecting what was in the box. “A cooler?”

 “For your training,” Gohan explained. “You always leave home without food and you come home starving. Mommy will make lunches for you so won’t be so hungry when you come home.”

 “Thanks, Gohan. I’ll definitely use this.” He patted the cooler. “I can’t wait for Mommy to fill it with her yummy food.”

 Goku put the cooler aside and grabbed another box. “ChiChi,” he read the card grinning. He tore the wrappings and opened the box. Inside was a replica of his weighted boots. “New boots!”

 “Your current ones are getting worn.”

 That was true. The strings were coming loose and the boots were tearing in a few places. Goku had considered going to Kami’s Temple for a new one. It’s been a few years since he’s seen Kami and wondered if he would honor Goku’s request since he turned down the offer to be God of Earth.

 Goku put aside the boots and opened his next present from ChiChi. His eyes lit up. “Wow! A new fighting gi!” He touched the blue shirt amazed it was heavy like the one he wore. It was getting worn from years of wear and tear, too.

 “I went to many shops but I found someone who could make those heavy shirts.”

 “Thanks, ChiChi!” Goku grabbed the last box. It was bigger than the other boxes and longer, too. Goku read the card. “This is for you and me, Gohan.”

 Father and son looked to ChiChi for an explanation. ChiChi grinned. “Open it and see.”

 Together, Goku and Gohan peeled the wrappings and opened the box. Inside was a sleeping bag and a camping backpack. Again father and son looked to ChiChi to explain.

 “Gohan’s old enough to go camping with his Daddy.” It was something Goku talked with ChiChi about since Gohan could walk but ChiChi was against it since she thought Gohan was too young for camping. Goku was happy ChiChi finally changed her mind on that topic.

 The night carried on with laughs, more pictures, popping balloons, great food and treasured memories the family of three will carry with them for years.

 Later on that night while Gohan slept, ChiChi had one more present for Goku. Goku sat on the end of their bed with ChiChi on his lap nibbling his ear. ChiChi was always very affectionate on Goku’s birthday and she always wore special sleep clothes she called lingerie. It was very similar to what ChiChi wore on their wedding night except this material was very thin. He could see her breasts and muscled stomach in this one. He liked it a lot. He also liked on his birthday ChiChi would grant special requests for him. It was usually a sexual act or position but this time Goku had something else in mind.

 “I have a request.”

“You want me on my hands and knees?” ChiChi guessed between kisses and nibbles.

 “No. Well, I mean, later but I wanna know if I can I teach Gohan martial arts?”

 “Goku,” ChiChi sighed, pulling away, “let’s not end your birthday with a fight.”

 “Then let me teach Gohan.”

 “No!” ChiChi got off Goku’s lap. The mood was ruined. “Gohan’s three years old. He doesn’t need to fight.”

 “I don’t wanna teach Gohan to fight.” ChiChi narrowed her eyes at him. “Well, I do but I wanna teach Gohan martial arts because I know he’s strong. I know he has it in him. I want him to defend himself.”

 “Why would a three-year-old need to defend himself?”

 Good point. Goku shrugged, thinking of something. “You never know. There are dinosaurs, bears and wolves around here.” Of course those animals always stayed in their territory. However, Gohan was growing curious and has been caught exploring the forests lately looking for him while he trained.

 ChiChi rolled her eyes at the excuse. “That’s how it starts. A few lessons for self-defense. A few lessons to get strong. Next thing Gohan will be abandoning his studies and focused solely on fighting. All his potential will be wasted. We have a very smart child, Goku. He shouldn’t waste his brain on martial arts when he can do so much more in the world.”

 Goku rose, feeling another fight coming. “Martial arts saved this world.”

 “The world’s peaceful now. Who needs martial arts? What Gohan needs is to study.” She turned her back on him. “That’s all that matters.”

 When ChiChi dug in on this topic, it was hard to listen to her. Whether she knew it, her words were hurtful to Goku. In their four years together, it was the one thing where neither saw eye to eye on. “You don’t really mean that.”

 “Of course I do!” ChiChi was defiant. “Gohan needs to study and focus on his education!”

 “No,” he was firm as he turned her to face him. “I mean about martial arts. It brought us together.”

 ChiChi scoffed. “You touching me inappropriately brought us together.”

 “No,” his voice dropped again. “It was martial arts. Remember how we sparred together days before our wedding. Remember how we‘d spar here in our yard. Remember when we traveled Grandpa’s map. We trained together. We practiced martial arts together.”

 ChiChi closed her eyes. She would not let the memories move her. She had to be firm on this. Gohan’s future was at stake. “That was a long time ago. We’re parents now. We need to focus on our son’s education and martial arts will have no part in it!”

 “Gohan’s my son, too!” Goku raised his frustrated voice. “I wanna teach him, ChiChi!”

 ChiChi knew her refusals on this subject bothered Goku and it hurt whenever she said no but she had to think about their son. “I know, Goku.” She kept herself calm. Both didn’t need to be yelling at each other. “I know he is. I know you want Gohan to learn something you love but, Goku, Gohan’s three years old. He’s a kid and it would be a waste if he challenges his body over his mind.”

 “He can do both,” Goku bargained with ChiChi.

 ChiChi shook her head. “No. For what you wanna teach Gohan, he will have to sacrifice his studies. You’re a perfectionist with your martial arts. It wouldn’t be an hour. It’ll be hours. It wouldn’t be a day. It would be days.” She stood before him and joined their hands together. “You see how smart Gohan is. You saw how fast he developed. Crawling at four months, walking at eight, speaking three word sentences at one years old. Think of the changes his mind can make in the world. Maybe he can change the world where it’s not reliant on one person to save them all the time.”

 Goku knew ChiChi meant him. Over the years, he learned ChiChi had come to despise fighting. She didn’t hate the skill itself. She hated the dangers it brought and the risks he took. She knew he was too far gone to change or convince to live another way of life besides martial arts. Maybe it was why she was so adamant their son not follow in his footsteps.

 At this point, he didn’t have a good argument. The world was peaceful now. There wasn’t a need for fighting. Well, there’s always that rematch with Piccolo but Goku was confident he was still ahead of Piccolo in strength and skill. Also, the biggest argument ChiChi made that Goku couldn’t win on was Gohan’s age. He was three years old and it was a young age to get strong like Goku wanted. Perhaps, when Gohan’s older, he could change ChiChi’s mind. At the very least, he could get Gohan on his side and they can double team ChiChi together.

 “All right. Maybe now isn’t the right time. Gohan’s three. Maybe when he’s older.”

 ChiChi didn’t answer. She didn’t say yes but most importantly, she didn’t say no and that gave Goku hope ChiChi will change her mind.

  ChiChi sat with Gohan as he worked his lessons at the kitchen table. Dinner cooked on the stove and in the oven. ChiChi made more today than yesterday. Goku was returning home. He left three days ago for intense training. Goku exercised everyday but there were days where Goku wanted to isolate himself for grueling training. ChiChi allowed Goku to do this on the promise it was only for three days. So after packing his camping gear and providing Goku food that was surely gone the first day he left, Goku left his family. Goku never stayed away longer than he promised and when he returned, he focused on his family and what they did while he was gone.

 Gohan grinned at the sudden knock. “Is it Daddy?”

 “Daddy wouldn’t knock. Finish this last page and you can play the rest of the day.”

 “Okay, Mommy,” Gohan quickly finished his work while ChiChi answered the door. “Aki!” She happily greeted the family friend.

 “Hello, ChiChi. How are you?” Aki stepped in the home. He spotted Gohan at the kitchen table. “Gohan! Give Uncle Aki a high five!”

 “Hi, Mr. Aki!” Gohan greeted his father’s friend by slapping Aki’s raised hand. Though Gohan was a shy child around new people, Gohan was used to Aki’s presence. Every few months or so, Aki would come by for a visit or he would see them in King Gyu-Mao’s village.

 Aki looked over Gohan’s shoulder at his workbook. “Whatcha doin’, Squirt?”

 “Homework,” Gohan answered.

 “Homework?” Aki turned to ChiChi. She had her back to him as she grabbed a pitcher of lemonade from the refrigerator. “They give homework in preschool?”

 “It’s work I assign Gohan,” ChiChi explained. “Gohan’s ahead in some lessons. I want him to be challenged.”

 Aki laughed, “It’s preschool, ChiChi. What do you expect?” He sat in the chair that ChiChi occupied. “I’m not sure why Gohan’s in preschool anyway. Let him enjoy another year with you and Goku before he’s locked in a classroom with other kids.”

 ChiChi grabbed two glasses from the cabinet. “That’s exactly why I want Gohan in preschool. He’s lived his whole life out here with his father and me and get visits from his Grandpa and you. The nearest neighbor is ten miles and it’s an old couple. He’s isolated. I want Gohan to socialize with kids and have friends his age. I want him to have a normal life.”

 In other words, something different from his father Aki figured. He couldn’t blame ChiChi. Goku’s life was adventurous but even he didn’t think it was something a kid should experience. “Is Goku here?”

 ChiChi poured Aki a glass of lemonade. “He’s on a training mission. He’s coming back today. How’s your sister?” Aki’s sister, Lara got married this spring. Goku, ChiChi and Gohan attended the wedding.

 “Good.” He thanked ChiChi for the lemonade. “I still think she’s too young to get married.”

 “She’s 19,” ChiChi defended his sister. “I was younger when I married Goku.”

 “I know and Lara uses your marriage as a perfect argument for her to marry young.” He sipped his drink. “Lara and her husband went to Papaya Island on their honeymoon. They went by the World Martial Arts Museum. She said there’s a whole section dedicated to Goku.”

 “Really?” ChiChi poured herself a glass of lemonade. “The announcer did tell us they were turning the tournament grounds into a museum. I guess we should see it.”

 “It’s probably not as busy now summer is over.” Aki drunk more of his drink. “You should see it as soon as you can.”

 ChiChi made a mental note to bring it up to Goku when the door opened followed by, “I’m back!”

 Gohan dropped his pencil and jumped out of his seat. He ran to the door. “Daddy!”

 “Whoa, Gohan!” Goku’s cheerful voice could be heard. “Let me put my gear down.”

 Goku entered the kitchen with Gohan in his arms. “Smells great in here, ChiChi. I’m starving!” He spotted Aki at the table. “Hi, Aki.”

 “Goku,” Aki acknowledged his friend with a nod as he drunk his lemonade. He observed Goku greet ChiChi with a hug while she slipped in a kiss on his cheek.

 Goku sat in the chair once occupied by Gohan. Aki noticed Gohan holding an orange three star ball in his hand. “What’s that your Daddy gave you, Gohan?”

 Gohan rubbed the smooth ball. “It’s a dragon ball.”

 Aki noticed it matched the one he saw Gohan wearing at the Spring and Fall Festivals this year. He assumed it was toy balls Goku was collecting for his son. ChiChi handed Goku a glass of lemonade. She noticed the ball in Gohan’s hands. “You found another one.”

 “Three now. Four to go,” Goku eagerly drunk his glass of lemonade. “When will dinner be ready?”

 “Another hour but you’re cleaning up first.” ChiChi addressed Aki. “Are you staying for dinner, Aki?”

 Aki shook his head as he finished his drink. “Nah. I only came by to drop this off.” Aki handed Goku an envelope.

 Goku opened the envelope. He read the card then looked at Aki surprised. “You’re getting married?”

 “Married?” ChiChi clapped her hands joyfully! “Ah! You and Reia are tying the knot?” Reia was Aki’s girlfriend for two years.

 “Yeah,” Aki admitted bashfully. “I figured it was time. After Lara got married, I knew it was a matter of time before Mom hounded me about marriage and Reia’s the one. I’ve been dragging my feet in doing the right thing.”

 “Congratulations,” ChiChi told him. “Reia will make a beautiful bride and be a wonderful wife for you.”

 “Wedding’s in three months but I thought I’d ask now if Gohan would like to be a ring bearer at my wedding and if Goku wouldn’t mind standing with me at the altar.”

 “What’s a ring bearer?” Gohan asked.

 “That means you walk down the aisle holding a pillow that carries the rings Reia and I will give each other when we marry,” Aki explained. “Can you do that, Gohan?”

 Gohan immediately looked up at his mother. “Can I, Mommy?”

 ChiChi thought it was a fine idea. “If you wanna, yes.”

 “I want to,” Gohan told his mother.

 “Then it’s settled.” ChiChi wasn’t as accepting of Aki’s offer for Goku. “When you say you want Goku to stand with you, do you mean Goku will be your best man? Planning your bachelor party?”

 Aki laughed waving his hands. “No, no, no.” He laughed so hard.  “Goku’s idea of a bachelor party would be us fighting. Kaifun will handle that. I just want Goku to stand with me when I get married like I did for him.”

 ChiChi relaxed. “That sounds fine.” She rest her hands on Goku’s shoulders. “Goku, do you wanna?”

 It sounded easy enough to do. Aki was a good friend to him over the years. He gave him advice that helped him in his marriage to ChiChi and being a father to Gohan. If this is what Aki wanted, then yes, he will stand with him at his wedding.

 “Come on, ChiChi!” Goku sat on Nimbus with Gohan in his lap. “Let’s go!”  

 “I’m coming.” ChiChi closed the door as she stepped out of their home with a blanket in her hands and a purse slung over a shoulder. “I wanna bring a snack.” She patted the capsules in her purse. “It’s a long trip and you two will get hungry.” ChiChi settled on Nimbus besides Goku. She wrapped the blanket around both of them. It was still dark and cool. “Are you sure we should take Nimbus?  It’s a long trip and Gohan may get fussy. Maybe we should take a plane.”

 “He’ll be fine.” Goku secured the blanket over Gohan, making sure he was kept warm. “Gohan likes Nimbus.” He felt ChiChi wrap an arm around his waist and lean on him before Nimbus flew off.  

 Seeing the happiness on Goku’s face, ChiChi knew she made the right decision to suggest this trip to Papaya Island. Goku was so excited to go but it was a long trip to Papaya Island from Mount Paouz. The family of three had to make a stop after dawn to eat and refresh themselves before they continued their trip.

 When the family arrived on Papaya Island, Goku felt he stepped back in time. Last time he was here, this entire area was covered in dirt. There were damages of cars, homes, and power outages everywhere. Homes and buildings suffered greatly but Papaya Island did recover from the damage inflicted by his fight with Piccolo.

 After checking in their hotel, Goku, ChiChi and Gohan went to the World Martial Arts Tournament Museum. The building itself looked as it did five years ago. There were several people walking around, taking pictures and making famous martial art poses.

 Gohan looked around shy but curious hanging on his father’s every word as he talked about the tournaments he participated in. Rooms that were once reserved only for the fighters were opened to the public. Right now, they toured the once restricted Competition Hall.

 “Hundreds of competitors fought in the preliminary rounds, Gohan,” Goku explained. “From here, it will go from over a hundred people to eight. There were some fun fights here.”

 “Easy fights,” ChiChi added. “You defeated your opponents with one or two strikes.”

 Goku jumped in one of the rings. “Ha. It still feels the same. Come in with me, Gohan.”

 Gohan jumped but couldn’t climb in the ring like his Dad. ChiChi picked up Gohan and helped him in the ring. Gohan walked around the arena. It was so big. It was amazing to him his Daddy fought here as a child. “You fought here, Daddy?” Gohan asked in awe. “Wow. It’s so big.”

 “Your Daddy was always strong, Gohan,” ChiChi told him proudly. “He easily defeated people as big as Grandpa in this place.”

 Gohan’s eyes grew wide. Grandpa was huge! He knew his Daddy was the strongest man in the world but it was still amazing to his young mind to learn of the types of people and creatures his Daddy fought. No one could beat his Daddy, Gohan thought proudly. Daddy was the strongest.  

 The Shrine of Fighters was the newest addition to the museum. Goku, ChiChi and Gohan walked around viewing pictures of past winners and finalists of all the tournaments. When they approached the photo for the final eight at the 23rd Tournament, ChiChi let out a big groan.

 “That’s the photo they used for me? It’s terrible.”

 In the group photo, ChiChi stood next to Goku, looking angry.

 Goku laughed. “You were angry with me.”

 Gohan looked up at his parents. “Why was Mommy angry at you, Daddy?”

 “I hadn’t seen Mommy in years and I forgot about her.”

 He said it so casually he didn’t realize his error until Gohan’s eyes grew wide in horror. “You forgot about Mommy?”

 ChiChi smirked at Goku’s stammering. “He sure did, Gohan. Wasn’t that awful of Daddy?”

 Gohan nodded his head eagerly. “Hey!” Goku protested. “I didn’t mean to forget. I hadn’t seen Mommy in six years….and she was dressed differently. If Mommy wore the same outfit when we first met, I would’ve remembered her.”

 Gohan turned to his mother. “Mommy, why didn’t you wear the same outfit?”

 Now it was ChiChi’s turn to stammer while Goku smirked. “Well, I…. it…. it was six years ago and you don’t wear the same clothes you wear six years ago.”

 “You wore it last month when we went to bed,” Goku reminded her.

 “Goku!” ChiChi screamed, her face turning red. Goku clamped his hands over his mouth. “Well, I’m not wearing it again.”

 Goku dropped his hands whining, “Aw, come on, ChiChi. It was fun!”

 “Fun?” Gohan inquired. “What was fun?”

 Goku clamped his hands over his mouth again. He looked at his wife, worried about her reaction. Instead of screaming, ChiChi walked away. Goku rushed after her. “I didn’t say anything Gohan understands.”

 “You said enough,” ChiChi argued back.

 Gohan watched his parents go back and forth in their conversation with Daddy pleading and Mommy saying no. He was smart enough to understand this was one of those Mommy/Daddy conversations he wasn’t old enough to understand yet.

 They visited the Shrine of Goku next. It was an entire wing dedicated to Goku. There were photos of Goku everywhere from all of his appearances at the tournaments.

 Memories of each battle returned to Goku but also memories he made with his friends. Thinking of the 21st Tournament, Goku shared with his family Krillin’s battle with Bacterian that disgusted ChiChi and left Gohan in giggles. He remembered his fight with Giran and how his tail saved him from losing. He remembered the fight with Jackie Chun, how exciting and long it was. He remembered meeting his friends again for the 22nd Tournament and soaring the preliminaries with ease. He talked of Pamput’s agents trying to disqualify him from their fight; his final match against Tien and coming so close to victory.

 “Mommy, it’s you!” Gohan suddenly pointed at a fierce pose of ChiChi facing off against Goku in the 23rd Tournament.

 “Yep. That’s me.” ChiChi stared at the photo of her kicking at Goku and him blocking it. “That’s a good photo of me.”

 “Your Mommy was a tough opponent,” Goku told his son. “She had me running around the ring.”

 Gohan looked at his mother in awe. “Mommy, you were that strong?”

 “Were?” ChiChi laughed mockingly. “I’m still strong. I can’t beat your father but I can pin him down occasionally.” She winked at him. “I know his weak spots.”

 “Really?” Gohan inquired. “What are they?” Gohan thought he could use it against his Daddy when he pinned him down for a tickle session.

 ChiChi playfully tugged Gohan’s hat with the four-star dragon ball. “If I tell you, it wouldn’t be a secret.”

 “Oh….” Gohan understood. Sort of. “Okay.”

 As they continued to tour the shrine, visitors noticed the famous fighter in the photos was actually here in person with his family. Many approached Goku for photos and conversation. Goku was uncomfortable at the sudden attention but ChiChi encouraged him to enjoy it. Gohan looked on in awe at the number of people talking to Goku, sharing their tales of watching him in the tournaments. He saw his father’s face light up talking of his past fights. Gohan knew his father was strong. Even without the tales his parents told him of Goku’s adventures, Gohan saw that strength with his own eyes. He didn’t know his father was famous, too.

 That evening Goku lied in bed wide awake. Five years ago, he was in a room just like this one. He shared it with Krillin. Now he shared it with his wife and son in a king size bed. Goku rolled on his side and stared at his sleeping wife and son.

 Goku closed his eyes trying to sleep but after another hour, he gave up and slipped out of bed. He sat on the window sill and gazed at the night sky. He felt conflicted. Goku love his wife and son. They brought him joy he hadn’t ever experienced before. He love waking up to his wife, exercising in the morning, working a couple days out of the week to bring money to his family and playing with his son. He love spending time with Gohan; camping with him, flying him on Nimbus and even listen to Gohan read to him at times. Life was good and yet he wondered.

 Is that all there is?

 Walking in the museum, seeing his past, his matches brought back the years of training under Master Roshi, by himself and under Mr. Popo. He loved the challenge of mastering a new technique and growing stronger. He loved being challenged by a stronger fighter that forced him to dig deeper in himself to win.

 As happy as he was with his family, he couldn’t deny the fact he was bored. He missed fighting. He missed the excitement of facing a strong opponent. He missed thinking on his feet to outsmart them to win.

 He debated seeking out Piccolo and have their rematch. That’s how desperate for a fight he was. He knew that wouldn’t go over well with ChiChi. She was already concern about Piccolo being out here. ChiChi voiced her worry that Piccolo will find her and Gohan. She let him know more than once she didn’t like he let Piccolo get away.

 You can’t always make your opponents your friends, Goku. Sometimes you have to put them down. One of these days you will regret not finishing them off.

 Goku never doubted he could beat Piccolo. However, he worried Piccolo will find ChiChi or Gohan and get back at him through them. When King Piccolo’s minion killed Krillin, it was the worst feeling Goku had felt. If he lost Gohan or ChiChi by Piccolo’s hands and it was because of him… he couldn’t imagine the anger he would feel but knew there will be vengeance and he wouldn’t defeat Piccolo easily.

 “I thought coming here would make you happy.”

 Goku turned from the window to see ChiChi lying in bed awake. ChiChi gingerly got out of bed without waking Gohan and joined him on the windowsill. “Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?”

 Goku shrugged. “Just not feeling sleepy I guess.”

 ChiChi touched his face. She looked worried. “I’ve noticed you’ve been restless. You’re sad.”

 Five years together and it still amazed Goku how ChiChi understood him. “I miss fighting,” Goku confessed. “I train but not as much as I used to.” He didn’t mind not training as much since he spent his time with his family. He was already very strong. He might be at his limit. “Being in that museum, I remembered my old fights. I remembered the training. I remembered the excitement I felt facing a strong opponent and I miss it.”

 “You want another fight.”

 Goku nodded. He knew ChiChi didn’t want to hear this but it was the truth. “Yeah.”

 “Goku….” ChiChi sighed. “That part of your life is over. You’re a husband now. You’re a father.”

 “I know. I like that but I wanna fight, ChiChi.”

 “There are no tournaments anymore,” ChiChi told him. “And if you’re thinking of looking for Piccolo and fighting him, forget it. You’re a father. I don’t want our child to see you beaten down like I did.”

Goku inwardly winced. “How you’d know I wanted to track down Piccolo for a fight?”

 ChiChi was insulted. “I’ve been living with you for five years. You think I don’t know you now?”

 Goku chuckled. She had him there. “Okay, but you don’t think I can take care of myself? You think Piccolo will hurt me as badly as he did last time?”

 “Taking care of yourself and ending a fight with a broken body are two different things. I don’t want our son to see you like that. I don’t wanna see you like that.”

 He understood. Gohan was a sensitive child and his fight against Piccolo traumatized ChiChi. “If there was another tournament, what would you do?”

 ChiChi settled back against the windowsill as she thought the question over. “I know you will participate. I’ll be worried, scared for you. I would have nightmares thinking of your last fight with Piccolo.” Goku frowned. That was not the response he wanted. “But I would be in the stands. Me and Gohan would be cheering you on.”

 Goku lit up. That’s what he wanted to hear. “What about you? Defend your title as world’s strongest woman.”

 ChiChi snorted. “I gave that up when I married you.”

 “You’re still strong,” Goku told her. “You’re better with your Kamehameha Waves. You can read Ki some.”

 “I prefer to be a strong mother for Gohan.”

 “Then let me get you stronger,” Goku offered. “You told me you wanted to get stronger when we got married. I was helping you, then you got pregnant with Gohan and you forgot it.”

“It’s not that I forgot it,” ChiChi defended herself. “I became more focused on Gohan and I spar with you…..sometimes.”

 Sometimes but not enough for Goku. “Gohan’s older and going to preschool now. We can spar more, maybe even every day.” ChiChi didn’t respond. “Come on, ChiChi. I need to do something.”

 She knew he did. ChiChi didn’t want to think what Goku would do if his restlessness wasn’t squelched. “All right,” she gave in. “As long as it’s actual training and we train the entire time.”

 Goku stared innocently at ChiChi. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

That innocent look. He wasn’t fooling her. He knew exactly what she meant. “You have a habit of ending things early because you want to fool around.”

 “Okay,” Goku promised breaking into a bright smile. “Training. Then fooling around afterwards.”

 ChiChi sealed their deal with a kiss. “When I get stronger, maybe you and I can get serious about having a second baby.”

 “Second baby? Dr. Barkley said we can’t have any more kids.”

 “She told us to not expect a big family. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

 Goku wouldn’t mind having another kid. He loved raising Gohan with ChiChi. Except, “You almost died having Gohan.”

 “This time we’ll be prepared. You’ll be in the room with me, giving your Ki and with the training you’re gonna give me, I will be stronger to handle this baby.”

 ChiChi made a strong case. He will get her stronger. He will be in the room with her and with enough trying, they will have their second child. Perhaps, in another year or so he can bring up the idea of teaching Gohan martial arts. Perhaps one of these days, ChiChi will give in on that idea.    

 Goku, ChiChi and Gohan returned home the following afternoon. In the den, ChiChi opened the capsules that contained their suitcase and souvenirs. ChiChi sat on the floor sorting through the souvenirs with Gohan while Goku checked the mail. Goku entered his home with a few letters in his hand. He sat on the sofa and opened one addressed to him.  

 ChiChi noticed Goku’s interest in the letter. “What that’s?”

 “It’s a letter from Master Roshi.”

 “Your former teacher?”

 “Yeah. He sent a letter to me and Bulma. He said we never visit anymore and he wants a reunion to catch up and talk about old times.”

 “Oh?” ChiChi handed Gohan a toy souvenir they purchased at the World Martial Arts Tournament Museum. “It has been a while. It might be what you need to ease this restlessness you’ve been feeling. You can get a good fight with your friends Krillin and Yamcha.”

 “Yep.” Goku knew his friends kept up with their training over the years. He couldn’t wait to see what new techniques they learned. Gohan crawled on the sofa and sat beside him playing with his new toy. “It should be a lot of fun. They can meet Gohan.”

 ChiChi stared at Gohan, contemplating the idea. She knew Goku would go. She hadn’t considered Gohan or herself going. “When is it?”

 “A week from today.”

 Sunday. Since it wasn’t on a school day, ChiChi saw no harm in Gohan going with his father. “You and Gohan can go. I’ll stay here. Just keep an eye on Gohan around Master Roshi. I don’t want that dirty man acting inappropriately around our son.”

 Just him and Gohan? Goku wanted his whole family to go. “Why don’t you wanna go?”

 “I don’t wanna deal with Master Roshi’s….” she looked at Gohan, aware she had to be careful of her words, “touchiness.”

 “There’s more to Master Roshi than that,” Goku told her. “Krillin, Bulma and Yamcha will be there, too.”

 “It would be nice to get to know them,” ChiChi thought wistfully. She recalled Yamcha and his claims he loved her when she was a child but learned he was lying because of her father’s reputation. However, he was kind and looked after her while Goku fought Piccolo. She briefly met Krillin at the tournament but she was so focused on Goku, she didn’t give Krillin any attention. From Goku, she understood he was Goku’s best friend and they trained together when Goku lived with Master Roshi. Bulma was another one she knew from her childhood. Oddly, they never spoke to each other. She knew Bulma wanted the dragon ball in her father’s castle and at the tournament, there wasn’t time to talk because of the fights and Goku grabbing her and flying away afterwards. “From your stories, it sounds like you all had a lot of fun together. It would be nice to get to know them.”

 “Then come with us,” Goku urged.

 ChiChi considered the idea. She could fix Gohan’s clothes later, but she’s been putting it and several things off for a while. Her kitchen was clean but she needed to clean the oven. The refrigerator needed cleaning out, too. With Gohan gone, she could clean his room. It wasn’t dirty but the floor could be swept and mopped. Having the day to herself without Goku and Gohan would give her a lot of time to get things done. “No,” she declined. “Next time,” she promised. “It’ll give me time to do things I’ve been putting off. Dad bought more clothes for Gohan. I have to adjust those and Gohan’s suit for Aki’s wedding. Next Sunday will give me plenty of time to do it. Be sure to bring Gohan back by dinner. He has preschool on Monday.”

 “I will,” Goku promised. He patted his son’s back. “Gohan, you’ll get to meet Daddy’s friends.”

 Gohan stopped playing with his toy. “Your friends?”

 “Uh-huh,” Goku grinned. “You saw pictures of some of them at the museum. Would you like to meet them?”

 Gohan remembered the pictures of the ones called Krillin and Yamcha. He also remembered the stories his Dad told of them and another one named Bulma and Master Roshi. He’ll be nervous since he never met them before but he would like to meet them. “Yes, Daddy.”

 “Great. You’ll see them next Sunday.”

 ChiChi noticed the smiles on Goku and Gohan’s faces. Especially her husband. It made her very happy. He didn’t look as restless anymore. Perhaps this reunion and the things they had planned in their future was exactly what Goku needed. 

Part Sixteen: Aftermath

   AN: When Goku and Gohan are in the Room of Spirit and Time, they had to take care of themselves. Goku admitted he wasn’t a very good cook but he did know how and I think it’s another thing he picked up during his marriage. I also think Goku and ChiChi argued at times like any couple and Goku voiced an opinion on Gohan learning martial arts but didn’t have a winning argument since Gohan was very young and times were peaceful. Little did they know how their lives were going to be turned upside down and things will change for them fore

[dreamofkpop]

i can’t sleep

Stray Kids 10th member au

Charlie x Changbin

thoughts?? send me an ask!!

(gif not mine! credit to owner!)

3:09 AM

Her own voice rang through her headphones, the bright screen in front of her displayed the video she’d filmed earlier in the day. Charlie was quietly humming to herself, the tune of a 3RACHA song escaping her lips. A large can of Red Bull was set next to her on the desk, almost empty, and her glasses sat on the bridge of her nose.

knock knock

Charlie missed the knocks at her door, too absorbed in getting the video edited for the next morning so she could upload it to her YouTube channel the minute she woke up. 

one more, a little harder this time, two knocks came to her door. 

“who the hell is up at this time?” she glanced at the clock on the corner of the screen then up at the door. pushing the chair back, she took off her headphones and set them down on the desk. “why does everyone wanna talk to me when i’m editing” she mumbled to herself, pulling the door door.

Changbin was stood in front of the door, Gyu tucked under his left arm, messing the strings of his hoodie. “Binnie? why are you still awake?” he lifted his head hearing his name. 

“i...i couldn’t sleep and i guessed you’d still be awake” he murmured, his right hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, suddenly feeling silly for bothering her over something so small.

Charlie nodded, stepping back and pulling the door open wider to let him in. “I was editing that video i was filming earlier, figured i should get it done now before i forget” shutting the door behind her, she watched at as Changbin sat in her desk chair, looking up at the editing program, Gyu still in his arms. 

His eyes scanned over the screen, confusion washing over him. “weren’t you doing this earlier?”

“yep! been sat here since....7 pm? sometime around there at least” 

nodding thoughtfully, he pushed the chair away from the desk slightly and held his hand out to Charlie. despite her suspicions she grabbed his hand anyway, letting out a surprised gasp when he pulled forward and down into his lap. 

locking his arms around her waist, Gyu now in his hand, he closed his eyes and buried his face into Charlie’s shoulder. placing her hands on top of his Charlie patted his hands before turning her slightly to look at him but only seeing his mop of black hair. 

“changbinnie~” she cooed. the older boy whined, digging his face further into Charlie’s neck. 

giggling, Charlie reached up and ruffled his hair. Changbin tightened his grip on her waist as he lifted his head away from her neck, propping his chin up on her shoulder and locking eyes with Charlie, a tired smile painted on his lips.

“you’re really pretty...” he trailed of tiredly. Charlie chuckled, shaking her head a tiny bit. “how about you go lay down? you’ll fall asleep straight away i bet” she suggested, pulling his arms from around her waist and standing up, holding her hand out for him. 

Changbin nodded slowly, grabbing her hand allowing her to pull him up from the chair. Charlie slowly walked over to her bed as Changbin hung off her shoulder, retracting her arm from his waist she watched him fall backwards onto her bed.

“are you secretly a child or what? come on binnie” she sighed, resting one hand on her hip.

pulling himself up, Changbin shuffled on the bed ‘till he was next to the pillows and pulled the covers away and climbing into the bed before letting the sheets drop back onto his frame and hugging Gyu to his chest. 

well...that was something Charlie thought, sitting down next to Changbin and fixing the bed covers a tiny bit. “you’ll be able to sleep now, goodnight binnie” she whispered, leaving over and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek before standing back up.

prepared to go back to editing, she started towards her desk. only managing to take a step before a hand enclosed on her wrist, puling her backwards. “Charlie...come sleep, you need it” Changbin insisted, tugging on her wrist.

“no i can’t, I need to get this video don-” she was cut off by Changbin pulling her down onto her bed, her body landing on top of his. Opening his eyes fully, Changbin giggled “hi”

“hey” she breathed out. placing her hands onto the mattress, Charlie attempted to push herself up but Changbin’s arms wrapped tightly around her back prevented her from doing so. 

“binnie....let me get upppp” she whined, the older shook his head simultaneously tightening his grip on her. “Charlie, you need to sleep, plus i wanna cuddle~” he mimicked her tone, pushing his lips out into a pout. 

giving up with a sigh, Charlie let herself relax against him “fine”

Changbin quietly cheered, rolling over with her still in his arms, the tiny space between them occupied by Gyu. Leaning down, Changbin rested his head in the crook of her beck, feeling the urge to sleep weigh him down. 

“goodnight Charlie, sweet dreams” he mumbled into her neck, slowly slipping into dream world, eventually being pulled into his dreams. 

[ourdelicateskz]

Boyfriend Changbin !!

*DISCLAIMER* God I love this talented boy so much he is my 3Racha bias. That is basically my secret way of getting away with him not being my stray kids bias hehe. Anyway enjoy this, also sorry its been awhile since I posted I was busy preparing for exams. Also I feel like this is really unorganized and compact sorry about that.

2/9 Stray Kids as Boyfriend’s

WARNING: I make like 1 or 2 nsfw inferences here so sorry if that makes you uncomfortable !!

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I don’t even need to state that Changbin would be a soft baby we all know this by now

DarkBin who?

Anyway he would be so cute and shy around you at first

Eventually his shyness would die down a bit but you could easily make him flustered when you wanted to.

This boy loves cuddles

The first time you ever cuddled he thought he was gonna throw up due to the butterflies in his stomach. He couldn’t stop staring down at you with your face nuzzled into his chest and your arm gently draped across his stomach. He thought he was gonna die right then and there.

Cue his cheeks turning a bright red hue

the boys teased him forever about that because you know damn well they were spying on baby changbin

his lockscreen is a photo of you two cuddling because he is a soft baby and it warms his heart every time he sees it

lets not lie though this boy isn’t always a softie

when he wants to be a smug boy he will and when he does the he knows damn well how hot he looks (im gonna fight him I tell ya)

this boy would act cocky for like .02 seconds and then go back to being soft, he just likes to make you flustered unexpectedly

Cue with a smirk I suddenly enter (listen to Wow by 3Racha its the ultimate fuckboi anthem)

ANyWaY,

an absolute dork, don’t you dare tell me otherwise

He will talk in his baby voice just to get your attention

who are we kidding this would win you over in an instant (like come on he does it so well I don’t understand??)

you are his muse

UWU

he loves bring you on dates to the studio

its the perfect environment he is with the two things he loves, music and you (uwu)

he loves having you around it makes the work less burdensome on him and you give him reminders to take breaks

 wow he loves you so much he cant help but kiss your cheeks when you get worried about him

it would be so peaceful for him and lets be honest watching him work would probably be so endearing because he is so in love with his job

one day while on a studio date you were just sitting next to him with your head resting on your shoulder as his practiced so verses he had to rap. Out of a pure spur of memory you rapped out the next line. Changbin instantly stopped and let out a little giggle.

“Babe that was perfect, maybe you should take my position”

ever since that day he loves to hear you rap his parts and even when you try your best and can’t get them quite right (gdi that boy raps so fast and his pronunciation is so on point its ridiculous)

he is so talented and you tell him that everyday because you truly mean it

you bring in the studio isn’t always great for him though because he can get distracted sometimes ;) (if ya know what i mean)

one time Jisung walked in on you two making out in the studio. Jisung’s eyes got so big you thought they were gonna pop out of his head

lets just say he knocks before entering the studio now

Chan won’t let you hear the end of it either but hey it was worth it

Your first kiss with changbin would be awkward but cute

lets be honest here you would have to take the lead on this one. (srry bby)

You finally got to see the boys perform live after having conflicting schedules and not being able to make it to any of their stages.

to say you were hype would be an understatement 

you were screaming his name and jumping around with zero shame.

the boys let out a few giggles when they noticed you in the audience waving around a slogan

how could the miss you though you were waving around a fan with changbin’s face on it.

When changbin’s rap came up in My Pace you did not hold back letting out loud screams and cheers.

when the stage finally ended you noticed a cute lil blush on changbin’s face as he walked off stage with the rest of the boys

at the end of the show when you were able to sneak back stage with the boys you ran right up to changbin embracing him in a big hug.

when you pulled away you couldn’t help it but to give him a quick peck on the lips

it wasn’t as graceful as you hoped it would be as you caught him off guard but it was enough to make changbin freeze with his arms still wrapped around your waist.

red began to creep up to his ears as he looked away from you shly

“...can we do that again..?” feat. the boys whooting and hollering in the back

how could you say no to someone as cute as that

Changbin loves to keep his hands on you

whether its just a simple hang on your leg or his arm fully around you keeping you comfortably snug into his ches

he loved every second of it.

you just made him feel so warm and comfortable

he would love to play with your hair

something about it was just so magical to him

like how does one have such soft and pretty hair

the world may never know

he secretly, not so secretly, loved the smell of your shampoo

you just pretend not to notice him smelling your hair when your face is nuzzled into his neck

on your one year anniversary he bought you a keychain version of gyu so you could always have him with you

all in all changbin is in absolute love with you​

[sunrisung]

The Soulless and the Soulmateless 1 (Changbin x fem!Reader)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

↠Word count: 3.64k

↠Genre: soulmate!au ; angst

↠Requested: yes; 《Wow I took up a lot of courage to ask you to write something cause I didn’t want to bother you but can you write a Changbin fic where he smiles through whatever pain he’s going through kind of like 17’s Don’t Wanna Cry? so a little angsty but fluff or character development could work too》

↠Warnings: verbal & physical violence

↠A/N: Alright this took so long! I mixed this request with an idea I had for a long time, so this scenario turned into a soulmate!au. It’s going to have 3 parts, so brace yourselves~ I’m not actually very satisfied with how this turned but whatever. The last part is pretty sloppy in my opinion as I wrote it now until 1 am. Anyway, enjoy!

↠A/N 2: I accidentally deleted it when changing my computer theme akjfkdjn I’m sOrrY

“Mom?” called Changbin as he stepped on the wooden floor of the hallway, gripping his blue plushie in one hand. The little boy heard quiet sobs coming from his parents’ bedroom, so he slowly opened the door, only to reveal the crouched figure of his mother. “Mommy?”

His call was never answered. The sobbing only got louder, the mother throwing the letter she kept reading over and over again on the floor.

“B-Bin, go away,” she whispered, her gaze still fixated on her hands, which soon reached her face to cover it. The little boy only stepped further and crawled on the bed next to his mother. She shoved him away, turning this time to face him. Her face was so red, that little Changbin gulped. “I told you to go away!”

The boy hugged Gyu closer to his body and took a look at the messily written letter on the floor. He hadn’t learnt to read properly yet.

But he could still read the last word on the corner. 아빠 (Dad).

》》

“You look awfully similar to your father,” Changbin’s mother mumbled from her seat at the table. He had to get ready for going outside with his friends. “So similar, it utterly disgusts me.” The fifteen-year-old only closed his eyes and kept on ruffling his hair, arranging it afterwards. Changbin sticked in his earphones before his mother could comment anything again. It became one of his habits.

Several years after the incident, and it still haunts Changbin’s mind. He was too small to process what happened back then. All he could see was the mysterious absence of his father, and her mother’s growing hate for the little boy. He couldn’t understand why, but now he does.

Sitting down on his bed, Changbin opened one of the drawers of his nightstand. He kept playing with the piece of paper, moving it between his fingers, until he unfolded it. He still remembers how he accidentally found it years after his father’s disappearance and hid it in his nightstand.

The boy was disappointed. He lost count of how many times he read the letter, but he still couldn’t believe it was real. His father, also his mother’s soulmate, her destined one, left both the woman and his son because he preffered the lonely life. And ever since then, Changbin’s mother despised his son’s presence in the house. He reminded her of his father, and it hurt too hard.

However, the pain was all hidden deep in his soul. No one outside his little appartment knew about the struggles he went through. Not even his closest friends, whom he trusted more than himself. Not even his friends, who slowly turned into the best brothers Changbin could ever have. He couldn’t bring himself to open up, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty because of it.

He fooled his friends, and himself, too. The slightest trace of sadness was hidden with wide grins, no matter how much his heart was aching. The louder the voices got in his head, the louder his laugh was. It was a neverending cycle Changbin couldn’t break. He didn’t find enough power within himself to do it.

》》

“Ayo, Changbin!” Felix waved, smiling brightly at the jet black haired. He nodded, mimicking the younger’s smile and joined the others on their way to their classes. “What’s up?”

“Nothing new,” Changbin simply stated, turning his face to see Minho returning from his little chat with his friend. He waved at the boys and clung onto Jisung’s arm.

Changbin found it funny how everyone seemed to complete each other. Whenever he was out with the other eight boys, he felt safe. He felt at home. Whenever he spent time with them, he could feel his mind clear up a bit, and make room for happiness, too.

The hardest part at the end of the day was to return home. It was struggling to sneak through the house to even eat. It was doing homework with the music volume turned all the way up in his earphones, to cover either his own voices or his mother’s one.

“Binnie, you okay?” asked Minho. “You seem a little bit lost in your own thoughts.”

The boy blinked a few times and woke up to reality. There was no way he could let his true feelings get to the surface. “There’s nothing, really, I was sleeping so well before the alarm went off and I’m still half asleep,” he lied, earning an understanding look from the older.

“Man, me too!” Jisung suddenly barked, loud like usual. “That damn alarm only goes off when I reach the best part of my dreams!”

“Mind telling us one of your dreams, young man?” Chan cocked an eyebrow at the younger’s sudden mood change. Jisung slowly averted his gaze to the ground.

“Hyung, that wouldn’t be too appropiate,” he started and Woojin gasped, covering Jeongin’s ears.

“Jeongin and I need to get going, goodbye~” he hurriedly chirped, shoving the youngest away from the group. Changbin shook his head, finding his own lips curve into a smile. A geniune one, a smile that only his brothers could bring.

》》

Changbin’s head hung low, his eyes meeting the slightly dusty surface of his kitchen’s floor. “You’re hungry?” his mother asked, the boy’s heart aching at the obvious trace of sarcasm in her tone. “Go buy your own stuff, don’t expect me to do anything for you!”

He simply nodded, storming out of the room and of the small appartment to the nearest convenience store. He was lucky he kept the small amount of money he won a few weeks ago in a silly bet with Jisung, or else he would be either starving or stealing from the shop.

It didn’t ever happen to him to steal. But sadly, he considered it an option in extreme cases like this. Changbin kept wandering through the various isles, eyes darting different things. Yet none of them seemed to appeal him.

Sighing, he took the money out of his pocket and counted every bit of it. “I’d better save it than waste it, shouldn’t I?” he whispered to himself before stuffing the amount back in his pocket and leaving the convenience shop. He chose not to eat, and surprisingly his stomach got louder than his voices. It was, in an odd way, soothing that something other than music managed to cover the loud screams in his destructive mind.

He collapsed in his bed and called it a day. No matter how much he wanted to simply run away from everything, he remained in his desperate state. His heart was racing at several miles per hour, yet he somehow remained calm. In moments like this, the boy couldn’t even understand himself.

If not even him could descipher the weird feelings bottled up inside him, then who would? That’s why he thought opening up to someone would be completely pointless. He was nothing but a blur to himself; how could anyone else understand him if he couldn’t? Changbin has lost his trust in people, ever since both his parents betrayed him. Ever since his father left him physically, and his mother emotionally. He missed being loved, but reviewing his life in the past years made Changbin realise that happiness wasn’t meant to last long for him.

The black haired closed his eyes, taking in the darkness that his eyelids brought. An image of him meeting the other eight friends for the first time flashed through his mind, making his eyes open and stare at the ceiling.

It felt like yesterday. It was quite ironic how happy moments seemed to fly so fast. They passed in such a rapid pace, that Changbin almost couldn’t remember much of them. Instead, he wished cold, dreadful days wouldn’t pass so slow. It seemed like it was life’s intention to test the boy’s patience and limits, stretching them to an extent where he would break down and lose himself. They lasted so long, that Changbin was more than sure he couldn’t stay sane anymore. They kept burning, turning everything into ashes, yet remaining so vivid in his mind.

There were many times happy memories were easily covered with unpleasant ones. Geniune smiles were easily forgotten, as the numerous times the jet black haired cried alone, in his room, kept replaying over and over again. He hated himself for this. But, the more he tried to escape from this dark pit, the more he sank in it.

》》

“Will you stop screaming?” Minho growled at Jeongin, who was spinning and laughing and radiating with pure happiness.

“No, hyung, I met my soulmate!” he squealed, twirling a few more times before finally sitting down on the pavement next to the other boys. Everyone giggled at the younger, except for Changbin. He only kept quiet at the announcement.

No one apart from the principal knew about his father. Not a single one from his friends knew about his leaving, or about Changbin’s awkwardness when it came to soulmates. It was a sensitive topic to him, hence everything that happened in his family.

He didn’t find the soulmate keys interesting anymore. When he was small, he would often fantasize about him meeting his soulmate, but now his interest was completely gone. He was grateful he hadn’t even found out his soulmate key; maybe he didn’t have one.

“Congrats, little man!” Chan cheered, patting Jeongin’s back. “Now we have Changbin and Minho left,” he continued, eyeing the two.

‘I couldn’t care less,’ Changbin thought to himself, 'I’m still praying I don’t have one.’

And, to his dismay, the day he found out his soulmate key soon followed, only with a twist. His was a painful one, which only worsened his current state.

Chemistry class was always a boring one, except for the days they would do experiments. Otherwise, the theory was anything but interesting. Changbin was about to drift into sleep, trapped in his own train of thoughts when sudden pain could be felt coming from the back of his palm. He squealed, squirming in his seat at the growing bruise. Minho turned in his direction, eyeing the younger who stared in horror at the mysterious wound.

“Changbin-ah,” he whispered. “I think that’s your soulmate key.”

The black haired gulped. He banged his head on the desk, earning a few glares from people around him, but he was too lost to even notice. He patted the purplish skin, trying to cease the pain. That was it, the boy had a soulmate, and the thought couldn’t terrify him more.

He was grateful, though. Thinking more about his soulmate key, he came to a conclusion. After all, physical pain would feel nothing for him. He had never felt it, only when accidentally falling or bumping on corners of furniture, but he was more than sure it wouldn’t bother him as much as his thoughts did. Words stab deeper than a knife would.

What mattered was that his soulmate was safe. His soulmate was already protected from any form of pain, and Changbin couldn’t feel more grateful. The boy’s bruises weren’t physical, like his soulmate’s ones.

They were emotional.

》》

Seungmin glanced at Changbin’s head, staring intensely at the forming bruise. “Hyung, look!”

He turned, watching his own skin being painted in purplish blue shades. He sighed, patting the area, then returning to whatever Woojin was trying to say. Only this time his mind wasn’t with the others, it was far from the room, thinking deeply. Changbin tried to convince himself that maybe the wounds were accidental, but something inside him screamed that his soulmate couldn’t be that clumsy. He brushed off the thought, sitting up from his chair to head to the bathroom.

Changbin turned on the tap, splashing some cold water on his face. He still couldn’t manage to get rid of the sleepless nights, so it began a habit for him to make a trip to the bathroom every break. Glancing at the mirror, he gulped at the rosy mark on his cheek, which slowly turned into a purple one. He found himself patting the bruise, his sharp gaze softening at the thought of his soulmate getting hit. He then flinched, realising his sudden burst of care, and retracted his hand.

Changbin sank in his seat, listening to the information his geography teacher wanted to plant in his students’ minds. He felt slightly guilty that, among all of them, he couldn’t manage to focus on anything. Everything he heard seemed to get through an ear and leave through the other one, not even a slight bit sticking to his brain. His teacher’s voice soon couldn’t be even heard, as his own mind took over.

“Changbin,” the boy shot from his chair, his heart jumping from his chest with the sudden call. “Mind if you paid attention to what I’m teaching?”

“Yes, Mr. Kwon…” he mumbled, grabbing his pen to scribble down everything written on the blackboard. The teacher looked at his student, shaking his head slightly at his poor state.

》》

“I’m going out with Chan and Jisung,” Changbin’s voice was flat, as he stopped in front of his mother. She only scoffed and eyed him cautiously.

“Who told you you deserved to go outside?” she questioned, cocking an eyebrow at her son. He only sighed and tried to get past her and leave the house, but his limbs froze at her words. “Do you know how happy I am for your soulmate key?” his mother chuckled, taking a seat on a chair from the kitchen.

“What do you mean?” he asked sternly, locking his gaze with hers.

“I think life acknowledged my thin body,” she started, smiling, “I’m too weak to hit you, so I think life decided to take care of that and give you this soulmate key. Including a physically abused soulmate.”

Changbin gritted his teeth, gripping the side of his sweater tightly until his knuckles turned white. Indeed, his mother was right. That’s what he will only ever deserve, pain. The black haired nodded, lowering his head and stormed out of the house. He fished his phone out of his jeans pocket, dialling Jisung’s number.

“Hi, dude, is ev-”

“Jisung, would you mind if I stayed over at your place after we hang out?”

“No, sure, why would I? Is everything alright?”

“Yes.” he shortly replied and hung up after seeing Chan waving at him. He didn’t realise he was walking that fast, yet he already was at the bus stop where they were supposed to meet. Putting on his oh-so-familiar smile, Changbin joined the two and headed to the city centre.

Yes, he may deserve pain. He may be such a burden to his mother that he began to hate himself, too. But he couldn’t let his friends down, ever.

》》

“Holy f-” Jisung began, but was cut off when Changbin jumped from his side of the bed. “Hyung, go to the sink, quickly!” he yelled, sprinting around the house to find his first aid kit. The younger felt shivers running up his spine as images of Changbin’s arm bleeding kept flashing in his mind. Having that kind of soulmate key was completely terrifying to him.

Changbin cursed under his breath as he let the ice cold water run over his open cuts. He didn’t know why, but he felt tears stinging his eyes at the scene in front of him. It was intriguing for him that the physical pain was soon forgotten, his attention turning to the ache in his heart. He was behaving weirdly everytime he found a new bruise from the unknown person, but never to the extent where his insides felt uneasy. Changbin was worried, and with every second passing, he felt his heart beating faster for his soulmate, even though he promised himself to never get attached to a person like that. Seeing his own family shattered, he was afraid to even think of starting one. But he knew he couldn’t run away forever.

The younger came with the first aid kit, panting heavily as he opened it and grabbed Changbin’s arm. “Changbin-ah,” Jisung cooed while gently clearing the blood. “What did you do to deserve this?” he mumbled, eyes fixated on the wounds.

Changbin only inhaled. He couldn’t break down, he didn’t want to, but he was on the verge of tears as soon as he heard the younger’s question. The words kept repeating in his mind, until the black haired dropped his head and bit his lip harshly to stop it from quivering. “Hyung?”

Jisung stopped and stared at the boy in front of him. He noticed something was off, and sighed when the older wasn’t saying anything. After wrapping his arm, Jisung lifted Changbin’s head, his breath hitching at the sight of the boy almost crying. He pulled him into his embrace, and that was when Changbin couldn’t hold in his emotions anymore. He let them spill and ruin the younger’s shirt, while his hands found their way to Jisung’s back. He was holding onto him like he was afraid of losing him.

Truth be told, Jisung was the first person to ever see Changbin shedding tears, let alone breaking down into sobs. “It’s okay, Changbin hyung,” he whispered, his hand moving soothingly on his back as he tried to calm the older down. “It’s okay.”

If only Jisung knew about all his struggles. If only Jisung knew about the craving for death Changbin felt while being home. If only Jisung knew about the desire Changbin had to simply run away and never come back again. He didn’t know any of these, believing his sudden break down was because of the soulmate key. But it wasn’t.

》》

Changbin coughed loudly while looking for cereal in his kitchen. His mother turned to the crouching figure of his son, smirking as the boy clutched at his stomach. “See?” she began as Changbin coughed again and squeezed his eyes shut. “I didn’t believe there would be another scum like you in the world. And it seems like life wants to get rid of both of you.”

“Fuck off, mom.” he muttered, still grabbing at his sweater. Changbin tried to ignore the annoyed expression on her face, this being the first time he cursed in front of his mother, and slammed the cereal box on the kitchen counter. After grabbing his bowl to leave to his room, he almost dropped it. “I hope you die as soon as possible, Changbin. I lost all my happiness because of you and your stupid damn father.”

He closed the door quietly, placing the bowl on his desk. Changbin then patted his stomach, sitting on his bed and opening his nightstand’s drawer. He only looked at the folded letter his father left, and then looked back to his bruises.

Lifting up his shirt and throwing it on the mattress, the black haired looked in the mirror. Small cuts and purple bruises were sprinkled everywhere on his stomach and sides, making the boy sigh deeply and pat each one of them in a gentle manner.

“Don’t worry, soulmate,” he began, feeling a pang at his chest as he spoke with a small voice. “I-I’ll never be like dad.”

He turned to his bowl of cereal, munching on it while thinking of a way to escape for that day. He smiled lightly, placing the bowl down between the mess of his books and plopped in his bed. Changbin missed getting naps, and the unbearable itch in his eyes only helped him to fall asleep faster, while caressing the cuts on his arm.

He shot up from his bed after seeing the clock going past seven in the evening. It began to get dark outside, as several street lamps shone and bathed the small neighbourhood in light. Changbin ran a hand through his hair, quietly opening his door to get to the kitchen again. As he entered the cramped room, he inhaled the smell of smoke and alcohol coming from his mother. “Mom, did you drink?”

She only smirked, making Changbin step back cautiously. The woman giggled at his vulnerable state, stepping forward after stubbing out her cigarette. It didn’t take Changbin longer than a second to rush out of the kitchen and then out of the house.

He wandered along the deserted streets, mindlessly humming a song which got stuck in his mind. The boy didn’t even notice when he got to the end of the city, lying against a tree. He stuffed his hands in his pocket, looking in front of him as though he was searching for anything to distract him from his mind. His eyes only met darkness, slightly faded by traffic lights which shone in the distance.

His wrist started burning, as if someone gripped tightly at it, but then the pain disappeared in a second. Changbin glanced down at his now trembling hands and balled them into a fist. He closed his eyes, finally taking in the peace of the surroundings, when the faint sound of steps flooded his ears.

The boy’s eyes widened at the fast pace of the steps, getting ready to defend himself. A shorter body bumped into his, both of them screaming in fear. The startled look in their eyes somehow managed to calm them down.

In front of Changbin, a girl panted heavily. “What the fu-”

“Quick, go!” she only whisper yelled, pushing the black haired further into the darkness. The boy didn’t understand the rush, but didn’t hesitate to do as told. They finally stopped when the only sound they could hear was crickets hopping in the grass.

“Ran away?” Changbin asked calmly, observing the younger’s features. She was wearing a long sleeved shirt and jeans.

“F-from them,” she mumbled, meeting her gaze with Changbin’s, who only furrowed his eyebrows.

“Them?”

“The soulmateless. They’re chasing me.”

[Part 2]