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Young K: One Door Away [Part 2]

i truly cannot believe it's been almost 2 years since i posted the first part of this! 😬 it makes me incredibly happy to hear that you all enjoyed it so much, all my younghyun stories hold special places in my heart, so i'm happy to continue this one and hope you all like it too 💗 (fyi there will be a part 3, this story's not over yet!!)

Younghyun x Fem Reader. Smut (office coworkers, mutual pining). 5.3k

[Part 1]

You blinked your tired eyelids, a heavy sigh pushing itself out as you stretched and waited for your vision to adjust. You saw a pile of clothes on the chair next to your head: black men's dress pants, a sleek blue tie, and a maroon blazer...your maroon blazer. Suddenly everything came back to you, and you remembered you were not in your own room. Your head whipped around and you saw Younghyun still asleep, the soft skin of his bare chest a lovely golden hue in the light of the morning sunrise that streamed in through the large hotel window. So it wasn't a dream. You really had slept with Younghyun, the man you'd been pining over for God knows how long. You sat up and a blush rushed through you when you remembered all the things you'd said and done to and with each other the night before. Not that you wanted to take them back, certainly not, but slightly embarrassing to think about nonetheless. Things you'd only fantasized about, kept locked in your head for so long, had become reality.

A mild panic took over your senses though, the more you thought (and over thought). What if he didn't really like you that much? What if he was just trying to fuck you? What if now that he had, he would drop you, not talk to you at work anymore? What if, what if, what if?

You felt Younghyun stir then, and glanced over at him again. He carded a hand through his tousled hair and smiled up at you. "Hello," he chuckled groggily.

"Hi." You smiled warmly back at him, happy to see that he seemed okay. Despite everything he'd told you the night before, you still couldn't help your self doubt. It wouldn't go away that easily, despite your thoughts last night that it would.

Younghyun stretched an arm out across the mattress, silently inviting you into the warmth of his embrace, and you couldn't resist the urge to lay back down with him. So you didn't.

You fell back onto your side and your heart skipped a beat when he pulled you in to kiss you. That certainly helped convince you he was really into you. You started to wonder at what point you wouldn't need that kind of reassurance, if ever, and sighed internally at yourself.

"What time is it?" He asked through a yawn. You'd both stayed up late, indulging in quite a few fantasies for longer than you originally anticipated.

"Eight fifteen," you answered.

"Ugh, we have to check out by nine."

Your heart sank a bit at the acknowledgement that your little trip was almost over. You'd have to go back to "the real world", to your complicated lives that were suddenly even more complicated, instead of this sort of oasis you'd created.

"Hm, so forty five minutes yet?" You smirked, climbing to your knees and moving to straddle him.

Younghyun chuckled, getting the idea, and rubbed at his still sleepy eyes. "I suppose so. What did you have in mind?"

"Dunno," you shrugged, but pulled the T-shirt you'd borrowed over your head, leaving you completely naked.

Younghyun smirked and shook his head, then lunged playfully at you, tumbling you onto your back and pinning you against the bed below him, sending a high-pitched giggle from you. He glanced down, drinking in the sight of your body, then back up to your eyes, making you blush again.

But his expression was one of warm comfort, his gaze more loving than lustful. Younghyun lowered himself to press his chest, pleasantly warm, to yours, skin against skin, and kissed you passionately, not pulling back until you were both breathless. His lips just fit so perfectly against yours, you didn't even care if you had morning breath.

"We really can't be too long," he said halfheartedly between little kisses now. "Gotta pack..."

"Yeah..." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, really not wanting to face the rest of the world when this perfect moment was right here and now, so warm and cozy...

Younghyun kissed you again as his hands curved over your legs. They moved over your waist, your torso, groped at your breasts briefly, and ended at your jaw, cradling it. A long, dissatisfied sigh left him before he reluctantly pulled back, forcing himself to sit up and get the day started.

You sighed too and subconsciously pouted as you stretched, then got up as well, cool, air-conditioned air ruining the warm bed.

You felt how shaky your legs were when you tried to stand, and tumbled back onto the mess of sheets for a moment. Ruffling your tousled hair, that you were sure looked like an absolute wreck, you heard Younghyun snicker as he walked past you.

"This is all your fault, you know," you teased, calling towards him as he entered the bathroom.

He laughed heartily and came back out in a few seconds, toothbrush in hand. "Uh huh, and why's that?" He leaned against the wall near the bathroom and started brushing away, watching you stretch your sore muscles. You grabbed your own shirt off the chair and pulled it on.

"You're the one who wanted to keep going," you answered with a sly smirk, securing a couple of buttons on your shirt. "Maybe I wouldn't be so sore today if we'd stopped after the first couple rounds."

Younghyun pulled the brush from his mouth and spoke in a slightly muffled voice. "Oh right, like you didn't want to keep going too."

You were only teasing him, of course; you wanted to keep fucking him the night before just as much as he did, if not more so. And while, yes, your muscles did ache a bit today, it was well worth it, and you didn't regret your actions at all.

"Hmm, maybe," you quipped.

You glanced at the clock; 8:21 now. Sighing, you grabbed the rest of your stuff and remembered then that you had locked yourself out of your own room. You actually couldn't recall if you'd left the adjoining room door unlocked from your side or not. So you tried the door. It opened. So you must have. Wishful thinking must have swayed your actions; hopes that you would have a chance to have a night alone with Younghyun.

"Gonna shower and pack, I'll meet you at nine," you called to Younghyun, who acknowledged it positively.

So you did exactly that, doing your best to stay focused on your tasks, even though all you wanted to do was jump around your room giddily and hop back into bed with Younghyun. In the middle of packing, you heard your phone buzz, and checked it to see Hyerin had texted you.

Hyerin: updates pls?? 🤲

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the huge smile that crept across your face. You wanted to call her and gush about the night you'd had. But things were just starting out, and you didn't want to jinx it. Besides, you had things to do, and didn't want Younghyun overhearing your conversation.

You: tell you when i get home!

That should be good enough. You set your phone down but it buzzed again before you fully set it down.

Hyerin: so there are updates???

You ignored it, getting back to packing, but heard a few more buzzes over the next few minutes. You got a quick shower, got dressed, and when you were ready to go, it was nearly 9:00. You cleared away your text notifications from your lock screen, not bothering to read them right now, and headed out the door with your luggage. Younghyun met you in the hallway just a couple minutes later, the door locking behind him. You didn't see him in casual clothes too often, but he looked extra cute in his jeans and t-shirt.

"Alright, let's go," he said with a smile.

🚪

When you were both back at work Monday morning, things were different. You knew they would be, but you were nervously unsure of the ways they would be.

While most were positive, you were a realist, and still acutely aware of the fact that things could always go sour. And then you'd be stuck working together with that between you.

You'd talked with him on the plane ride home how you'd handle things at the office. You both agreed it was far too early to say you were dating (you hardly knew if that was even true yet, anyway). For now, to them, nothing had changed between you two. To your coworkers, you and Younghyun we also only coworkers.

But you found yourself smiling more. In a better mood.

The next day, Tuesday, you met in Younghyun's office to compile your notes, the connections you'd made and information you'd received while at the conference. His door closed behind you and your heart pounded harder, especially when you heard the lock quietly click. This was the first time you were alone with him since getting home. Lucky for you he didn't leave you hanging. The second he turned around he whisked you into his arms and kissed you for the first time since you'd returned from your perfect weekend.

"Sorry," he said with a happy sigh, pulling away. Kissing you at work; was it professional? No. But were you happy he did it? Of course. Besides, it's not like you could focus on work distracted by his presence. Letting off a little steam now and then was...a good thing then? Right?

That logic was good enough for you. You didn't let him go far before pulling him back into your arms, lips back on his. Younghyun relaxed against you, smiling against your lips and kissing you back, wrapping his arms as far around you as they would reach.

"We shouldn't...at work..."

He nodded in agreement but neither of you showed any indication of stopping. "I know."

You found yourself soon straddling Younghyun while he sat in his office chair, your skirt hiked up your thighs and one too many buttons on his shirt undone. It was taboo, it was unprofessional, and it was exactly what you'd been fantasizing about for months. Younghyun mouthed hungrily across your jaw and down your neck, his hands helping your hips rock against his. Everything was rushed, breathless, hot. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your body into his touch, small whines making their way through your heavy breaths. Your hands carded through his hair as his mouth nipped at your collarbone, getting lost in how perfect it felt to be in his arms. Your hips were moving without his help now, rolling along his crotch, lust guiding your every action. You could feel Younghyun was getting hard but there was a part of you that was tied to reality, your rational brain pushing its way to the forefront. You reluctantly pulled back and though he instinctively moved towards you, you used your hands to physically push him back. Younghyun looked up at you expectantly, hair and clothes so gorgeously mussed.

"We can't do this here. Or, at least...I can't."

Younghyun swallowed hard and wiped his mouth that was a bit stained by your lipstick and nodded, pulling himself back up in his chair as you climbed off him. You stood in front of him, wanting so desperately to sit back down. But you really liked this job, and being here, in the moment, the paranoia that you might lose it broke through it all. But you didn't know if you could verbalize these feelings to Younghyun at the moment.

"I understand. It's totally fine." He cleared his throat and worked on retying his tie while you pulled your skirt back down. You sat into the chair on the other side of his desk and saw him adjust the tent in his pants. Ugh, leaving him like that felt cruel, to both of you. "I'll just...get off in the bathroom later," he said with a chuckle, smoothing his hair back into place.

"Sorry."

"No no, hey..." He waited for you to look at him. "I'm not gonna do anything you're not comfortable with. I promise."

Ughhhhh. Maybe...it wouldn't be a big deal if you did one or two things. Apparently Brennan and Sooin were doing it pretty often and they were still here. Why couldn't you let loose and have a little bit of your own fun?

You quickly undid a few buttons on your shirt as you walked back around to his side, and his brow furrowed, confused. "You don't need the bathroom." You sank to your knees and yanked at his belt, fumbling to undo it and his zipper, but he stopped you.

"Y/N, no." His hand held yours tightly and his voice sounded authoritative, which you were certain was not having the effect he intended. It only made you want him more. "I'm serious; I'm not letting you do something you're not comfortable doing."

"I know. I want to do this."

He studied your face, searching for any sign of wavering, but evidently he could tell you were fine, so he wordlessly let go of your hands and let them resume their task. Younghyun adjusted in his chair, helping you get his dick out, biting hard to his lip. Your heart pounded in your chest, a flush rushing through you when you had his length in your hands again. It grew harder in your grip, the veins trailing up it deliciously, the head red and starting to leak precum already. You watched his face as you dragged your tongue up the shaft, reveling in the way his mouth hung ajar. You swirled your tongue over the head then pulled it between your lips with a light moan. God, your mouth was simply watering. You heard the bustle of your office just outside his door, but you had found a way to bring the little slice of paradise you'd formed with him in Chicago back home. In the back of your mind you knew....there was no way this could be a regular occurrence. You'd have to do these things in the privacy of your own home, like everybody else (well, almost everybody else). And that was fine. Actually, that was more than fine, so long as Younghyun continued to be the one there with you. But for right now, this was perfect.

"God, your mouth feels so fucking good, " he murmured, not wanting to be too loud. His hand ran through your hair and gently pushed. Clearly he was impatient for more, perhaps worried about the time. You didn't waste any more time then, letting your jaw fall slack and taking in as much of him as you could, then hollowing your cheeks for suction. "Oh Y/N..." Younghyun breathed hard through his nose, teeth digging further into his reddened bottom lip. You worked your hand over the base of his length and bobbed your mouth over the rest, moving quickly, just wanting to see him cum. Besides, the longer you spent on this, the more turned on you were getting.  You knew you didn't have the luxury of time for you both to get off.

"Want you to cum in my mouth, Younghyun." You moved quickly, pushing him on, coaxing him along to that exact endpoint, and you heard his breath catch. He gripped the black plastic arm of his office chair and let his head fall back.

"That's not gonna be hard, believe me."

You smiled to yourself, absolutely loving that you could seemingly have the effect on him that he had on you.

You felt the way he subtly thrust into your throat, the way the head of his cock bumped against the roof of your mouth, and you struggled to keep your hand out from under your own skirt. Your panties were stuck to your skin and simply ruined by now, and your clit throbbed for attention. You weren't sure how you'd make it through the rest of the day, but you knew you'd be having a busy night with your vibe when you got home. You heard your phone chime in your pocket with an email notification and rolled your eyes. It could wait.

"I'm gonna...I'm so close," he groaned. He brought his gaze back to yours and held it, intently watching you, pupils dark with lust. "Gonna cum in your mouth, baby..." Those last words drifted out of him dreamily, like he couldn't believe his luck. That tone made your heart warm and the words made your pussy throb.

"Mhmm," you encouraged, taking his length further into your throat, almost making you gag. But you pushed on, doing your best to breathe through your nose, and just when you were about to pull off for some much needed air, he pulled you off himself.

"I got it, I'm--I'm gonna cum." He leaned forward and his hand took the place of yours. You sat back, positioning your outstretched tongue right in front of him. "God, you're so good, so fucking good." His hand tugged at his cock so quickly, in mere seconds you felt his warm release hit your tongue, splatter across your lips. The sound he made when he hit his climax was like fucking music to your ears, and you were absolutely soaked at this point. You were sure if you walked out of his office at that moment anyone who passed you would be able to smell exactly how turned on he made you. Thankfully your office was right next door and the day was nearly over.

Younghyun held your chin in his palm and tilted it up, letting you look into his eyes. You could see the genuine appreciation in his eyes, even when they were clouded with lust. He leaned down and kissed you, letting his tongue mingle with yours, saliva and cum mixing messily and making you feel absolutely filthy. You wanted to feel like that every day.

Younghyun helped you to your feet and you kissed again, both of you having a hard time pulling away from each other's lips. "How 'bout we get this work done?"

He sighed and rebuckled his belt and zipped his pants back up. "Yeah, we really should."

It certainly was not easy, but you got your mind almost entirely back on track, though it was extra difficult when every time you moved you could feel a huge damp spot between your legs. But finally you finished your work with him and were done for the day.

This would work, right? You wondered to yourself again if you were making a mistake, involving yourself with a colleague like this. It was clearly distracting you, and you worried it would affect your career. You walked to your car, your mind full of anxious thoughts, but Younghyun's voice broke in, when you heard him calling your name.

You turned around and saw him lightly jogging to catch up with you.

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Um...just gonna eat dinner and watch some movies, I guess." And jerk off as many times as I can.

"If you want, I'd really like to take you to dinner, and also repay you for your, er...service." He smiled at you and you couldn't help but laugh at his phrasing. "Not necessarily in that order."

You blushed a bit and looked around, wondering if anyone saw you talking to him or heard him asking you out.

But you did want to go out with him. "Okay, yeah. That'd be nice." You smiled back and hitched your bag higher on your shoulder. "Time?"

"6:30?"

"Sounds good." You dropped your eyes, getting a bit shy at the idea someone you worked with could see or maybe even hear you. This wasn't what you'd talked about; you had planned to keep things quiet at work. Between an office blowjob and now him asking you out so blatantly...Could your plan already be going awry after only two days?

"I'll pick you up, just text me your address."

"Okay." You started to swerve away from him to make your way to your car, but his hand caught yours, stopping you.

"Wait, Y/N." You turned around, and you both had to move then to get out of the path of your coworker's car that was coming through. You instinctively yanked your hand out of his grasp and gave a little wave to your coworker as she passed. "Listen, I..." His voice dropped a bit so you knew only you could hear. "I know we've moved...pretty fast...physically." Younghyun cleared his throat and shifted his weight nervously. "But like I said the first night in my hotel room, I'm not usually so forward. And I don't usually, you know...do things like this. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I just really like you."

You figured that was probably the case, especially because it was for you too. You so appreciated hearing him say that, though, as it helped immensely with your self doubt. But this was not the time nor the place. "I know, I'm not...really like this either, usually. We can talk about it more tonight. I'll see you at 6:30."

🚪

Younghyun picked you up right on time, and you felt almost giddy getting into the car. Outside of work, you could be normal, in a relationship like anybody else. You hopped into the car and gave him a big kiss that made him giggle, and you were off to your first official date with him.

He took you to your favorite restaurant and you had such a wonderful, relaxing evening. You connected with him so well, he was able to make your anxieties about work the furthest thing from your mind.

"I still have to repay you for this afternoon," he noted as he took another bite of his steak.

You shrugged innocently and smiled as you sipped your drink. "I wanted to do it. You don't have to repay me." While you meant that, you were also just dying to have him touch you too. You'd held back from masturbating the way you had planned and even though you'd changed from the soaked panties you'd worn at work, the current ones were quickly getting to a similar state.

Younghyun chuckled darkly and grabbed his own glass. "Not a chance."

You smiled and crossed your legs in an effort to quiet your clit that throbbed for attention.

He cleared his throat and broke the small lull. "Y/N, I wanted to get back to what I'd said in the parking lot earlier." He put his utensils down and crossed his arms on the table, giving you his full attention. You remembered his words and your heart started pounding. You stayed quiet and let him talk. "I...wouldn't have gotten involved with you unless I had good intentions. I don't want you thinking I'm some playboy that sleeps around. Or that I've only been with you for sex."

You let him finish his thought and nodded understandingly. Although you didn't want to believe it, that thought had crossed your mind, so you appreciated him acknowledging it without you needing to bring it up. You set your glass down and gave him your attention in return. "I know that, Younghyun. I don't think that about you. And I'm not...used to doing so much, so soon either." You dropped your gaze, embarrassed now. "It's been awhile since I've been with anyone."

"Me too."

You both left that topic alone after that, not wanting to dwell on it. You switched your conversation to a lighter one. It was so easy with him, you loved how freely you could talk to him. It felt like you'd known him your whole life.

🚪

You weren't sure exactly why you both were always so ready to jump the other's bones; you figured it was a combination of waiting so long to get together, having sexual tension built up for so long, and being in the proverbial "newlywed phase" of your relationship. But whatever it was, it landed you back in Younghyun's lap, straddling him in the front seat of his car in the back of the dark restaurant parking lot, like a couple of horny teenagers. But he did want to repay you, and who were you to deny him that?

He fumbled for the button on the side of his seat, sliding it back as far as it would go to give you more room. Your hips rutted desperately against his, your mouths moving perfectly together, his hot breath mixing with yours.

Younghyun's fingers slipped under your dress, the tips of the digits gliding along the outside crotch of your panties. "Oh my God, you're so wet already."

You blushed a bit, somewhat embarrassed at how crazy he made you, but you knew he'd find it hot. "Been wet ever since I sucked you off," you said breathlessly, spreading your legs more to give him better access. He moved your panties aside and let a single finger play with your clit, and you hummed your approval into his mouth. It was such a small action, but it felt so fucking good. The car was already getting humid, the windows starting to fog from two sets of heavy breathing. You yanked your shirt over your head and he quickly dropped his head to mouth over the swell of your breasts. A finger entered you and made you gasp, hands flying to grip the seat at either side of his head.

"This what we're gonna do?" You chuckled airily. "Just 'repay' each other over and over again?"

Younghyun laughed against your skin then peered up at you. "'Course not. You think I'm letting you go one of these times without fucking you?" Fuck. Part of you wished he'd do just that right at that moment, but you also couldn't get yourself to stop him when he was already making you feel so good. His hand moved quickly now, and he held your gaze and watched your mouth slip into an "O" shape, rubbing harshly to your clit and making you moan loudly.

His free hand came up to pull the cup of your bra out of the way, his tongue poking out to play with your nipple, prodding and teasing it deliciously. It felt like live wires were connecting you, sparking with every touch. You knew you would cum easily if he kept this up.

"Ah, Younghyun, please don't stop, please..." Younghyun sucked at your nipple, groaning all the while, his fingers making you see stars. You felt your heels hit his steering wheel and gripped your hands tighter on the headrest. Your climax was within reach, right there, already. Your voice got higher in pitch, your hips rutting more strongly, and Younghyun didn't stop for a second, determinedly reaching his goal. Your eyes jumped down to catch his just as your orgasm washed over you, the dark sensuality in his heightening the feelings that much more. You gripped his hair and pulled him off your nipple, leaning down to shove your tongue into his mouth hungrily. He moaned into your mouth and his fingers curled inside you and made you gasp, your pussy swollen and throbbing in overstimulation. Clenching as he pulled his fingers out, completely breathless, you closed your eyes and tried to swallow hard, but your mouth was quite dry. Your head was spinning at the whirlwind orgasm, but your weren't exactly surprised it didn't take you long, since you'd been so horny for the last few hours. Younghyun brought his dripping, sticky fingers up to his lips, making you blush as he sucked them clean. "Don't, oh my God," you giggled, embarrassed, pushing his hand down.

But he resisted, groaning at the taste when he got his fingers back into his mouth. "You taste so sweet, baby, I'd never let that go to waste. Need you to sit on my face again, like that first night."

Your pussy clenched again at the memory alone, and you sighed, sitting further back on his thighs. Your own were weak from shaking and your heart was thrumming strongly in your chest, but you felt that melancholy feeling of reality creeping back in when he kissed you.

He pulled back but kept his forehead pressed to yours, his warm breath ghosting over your cheeks. "It's late, gotta work in the morning. Let me take you home."

You sat in blissful, sleepy silence while he drove you home, watching the lights out the window pass, each stop light and street lamp like a twinkling Christmas light to you in your rose-colored haze. At least you could have this feeling outside of work. But every time you thought of the office again, you worried. Things were so different now. If you had to choose between Younghyun and your career, you worried you wouldn't know the right decision to make. You turned to look at him, remembering how he used to look to you when you were merely coworkers, just a few days ago even. Things changed so quickly, maybe they could change quickly again...

🚪

"So when are you and Younghyun gonna do something?"

You took a bite of your sandwich and raised your eyebrows with an inquisitive expression as Sooin sat beside you for lunch in the break room a few days later. "...'Do something'?"

"You know, get together. It's so obvious you want to."

God, if she only knew. But you were glad she didn't. Evidently she didn't suspect anything was going on between you and Younghyun already. And you preferred to keep it that way. It was really none of her business.

"What, like you and Brennan?" You scolded yourself internally for mentioning that as soon as it left your mouth. You weren't sure if that was something you were supposed to pretend to not know.

But she smiled, taking a bite of her pasta smugly. "Yes."

You popped a chip into your mouth and tried to seem nonchalant. You didn't want to get into this with her, even if she was probably the one person in your office who would understand your situation. "We're just friends."

"Whatever you say." She clearly didn't buy it, but so long as she didn't pry, it didn't faze you much. Unfortunately, she continued. "But I'm just saying, I can tell you like him. And he seems like he likes you. He's cute; someone else might snatch him up if you don't hop to it. Hell, I probably would have took my shot if Brennan hadn't gotten to me first." You might have something to say had your situation been different. If you weren't already with him, you might have a comeback, something to get her off your back. But you simply held your tongue. "I've seen Marissa eyeing him."

The mention of the cute new receptionist's name almost put you over the edge. You were so happy with Younghyun, and that should be enough, at least for now, but a big part of you wanted to just scream that you were with him, that you'd gone out with him, that you'd fucked him, that you'd sucked his dick, that you'd sat on his beautiful fucking face. But you didn't. You took another bite of your sandwich and you let it go. You were at work, in a professional environment, not in a frat house. You were all coworkers, not on a reality dating show.

"She can look wherever she wants. I told you, Sooin; Younghyun and I are just friends."

"Okay..."

🚪

You had a meeting with a couple of coworkers after lunch, including your "friend", and you again had to really focus to keep your attention on work. Especially now that Sooin was planting thoughts in your head, thoughts that played into your insecurities. You stared at Marissa through the glass of the conference room, as she obliviously typed away at her desk, then glanced over to Younghyun, across the table from you. You were just starting to feel confident in your relationship with him, and now felt like you were rolling back down the other side of the hill you just climbed. Not that you thought he'd cheat on you. You just didn't like the idea of someone else, especially someone pretty who also saw him every day, to be...Oh God, were you turning into a jealous girlfriend? You rubbed your temple and refocused, notes of pricing increases and new employee hiring needing to be in the forefront of your mind. You wondered if Younghyun was having any other similar thoughts, if your relationship was distracting him from work the way it was for you, the way you'd promised yourself it wouldn't...

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CHAPTER VI [masterlist]

pairing: bang chan x ofc

genre: general audience, it's heavy angst this time, regency period drama(?)

wordcount: 6k

summary: the Commodore returns along with some company, and confrontations were made.

warnings: regency era setting; countryside; new characters!; again, jyp artists in possibly odd positions; arguments, a heavy one that is; criticism; sad recollections; author being nonsensical in matters of education and parenting again, she apologizes.

also available in ao3, if you prefer that format

© Do not repost, copy, or republish into another site or under another name.

⚠️ All characters that shares the name of real life person in this story are represented in a fictional manner for entertainment purpose, and not to be alluded with real life.

TAGLIST: @spookykryptoniteperson @nixtape-foryou

A party of travelers traced the road that morning, heading northward from the capital. A fine carriage, with footmen both at the back and the front, followed by the baggage cart. Circling them close are men on horses. Upon the black stallion was a familiar figure, galloping ahead of the carriage to ride by the man on the bay gelding. The riders laughed, leading in the front as they travelled between the trees, up the hills, and then entering the black gates of Barlnshore.

“Ah, yes—The idyllic countryside,” sighed one of the riders, while his horse fell into an easy walk. “Not much has changed indeed.“

“If you are so dissatisfied, I’ll gladly leave you at the inn to entertain yourself,” Commodore Bang quipped beside him.

His friend laughed, bright and loud that tilted his head back. “I would ask the town for your house’s direction anyway. But you take me too harshly—Barlnshore's constant state is impressive.”

The Commodore could not agree; in his eyes, something looms about the house even under the sunny afternoon sky. Yet he acknowledges the efforts of his staff and the garden keepers. The grounds and woods were well kept and vibrant, the trees taller and sager by the years. The fir trees flank the main path, and birches accompanied the house by the sides. Maples kept the landscape lush with their broad branches, far above and around the garden. They unite into a leafy shade with the firs and dogwoods, and the elms and oaks from the grove and the hills.

They arrived at the front: the horses are handed to the stable boys, and the carriage stopped. Commodore Bang approached its opened doors, helping the two ladies down. Ms Kim is a mousy-haired widow of a colonel, with thin lips and sharp eyes. The woman after her possess a more genial disposition, her smile growing wider as the Commodore escorted her towards the foyer.

“My dear Commodore, you’ve taken me by surprise,” said she — her voice noble and mature, yet with a lilt of sweetness.

“Have I?”

“Your description of this house has fallen short of its, true beauty.”

“You are pleased with it?”

“You would call me a hoiden, but I’ll admit that my expectations were plainer.”

“Milady Jang, this land earns him 10,000 won per annum,” the Commodore’s friend spoke from the other side. “Your assumption not only discredits it — it is thoroughly insolent.”

“But one can only imagine what sort of extravagance the amount of sum can purchase,” Lady Jang laughed. "But I meant not to abuse your sensibilities, Commodore Bang — I know your disposition. Though, I did expect Barlnshore to hold herself more somberly."

“Then perhaps the inside will disappoint you — or indeed, appease you in your games of assumption," Commodore Bang patted her hand. The footmen and servants received them inside, and the Commodore turned to the bewildered housekeeper behind them. “Noona, I’m home,” came his quiet greetings, steeping aside to shake her hands.

“Welcome home. But what do you mean by returning now?" Minatozaki-san hissed. "— I thought you wouldn’t return until autumn!”

“I wrote to you, I had a change of plans.”

Kang Younghyun approached, offering to help the Commodore with his hat. Minatozaki-san's brows twisted into a frown, “When did you write to me?”

“In that letter—not two days ago. I sent it on express.”

“I didn’t receive anything since three weeks ago, at least!”

“But I’ve written it and—” Commodore Bang’s face fell into horror. “...I haven’t said a word to post it.”

Mr Kang chuckled, “Oh, Channie…”

Minatozaki-san was hardly pleased. “Oh, if we are any younger, Bang Chan, you’ll be in big trouble—!”

Commodore Bang took her by the shoulder, “I’ll give you ample time to prepare the rooms, if I may have tea in my drawing room?”

The housekeeper consented with a stern glare. She turned to apologise to their female guests, assuring them that the room will soon be ready, and then left to attend to it.

“It’s rather quiet today,” Commodore Bang commented to his steward.

Mr Kang nodded, “Peaceful indeed, Commodore.”

“I expected my holidays will be cut short by two weeks, but somehow I’ve left for two months! No matter. Where are the boys?— They must greet our guests. It's past their naps today, of course?”

“Indeed, their duties are done. They shall return soon.”

The Commodore’s eyes turned sharper. “Return?”

“They’re taking a promenade with Miss Son,” explained Mr Kang.

“...Promenade!”

“For summer is ending, and it what a waste to not enjoy the sun, she said. They’ll be back soon for dinner, I’m certain.” The man stepped away, but looked up again, “Tea in the drawing room?”

“If you please, Mr Kang,” said Mr Bhuwakul, appearing behind his bewildered friend, and ceasing the Commodore of further inquiries. “Or port, if you will!”

(“It is still too early for the decanter—”)

“Mr Bhuwakul!” exclaimed the steward.

“It’s Bambam—you know it! How do you do?” he shook the man’s hand and exchanged a few pleasantries, then turned to his friend. “Come now, Channie, I need to sit and let the breeze cool me. (They approached the ladies.) You’ll see how s these windows light this house ablaze, my dear Lady Jang, and quite the picture that is.”

“Oh, dear Commodore, is that the renowned lake?” Lady Jang exclaimed, stilling at the prospect beyond the drawing room's window as they entered. “Ms Kim, isn’t it beautiful?

“All these are Chan's entire property, my dear Nayoung,” Bambam said. He seated himself on the couch, taking one of the square-formed pillows over his lap. “What do you think?”

Commodore Bang wished his smirking friend might cease his advocations.

“It's magnificent, Baron. You've kept the best parts of the country, I hear.”

“You shall have your chance to ripple its surface, my dear,” said the Commodore. He need not speak more praise of his property—it speaks for itself. But most important was that what the ground give were enough for his family, a sufficient blessing for him. “Perhaps tomorrow will allow us, it is late today.”

“Unless you are eager for the lake monster to join your courting,” said Mr Bhuwakul.

Lady Jang laughed, “Bambam!”

She began to walk around the room, looking out of the broad windows. “Oh, I didn’t know how I long for this—such vast meadows and woods—your boys must be enjoying themselves in such spaces.”

“I hope not too much.” Commodore Bang said, seating himself on a chair. “The hours spent in venturing could be used for a more beneficial activity.”

“Still persistent in drilling them,” Mr Bhuwakul mused.

“It's a thought for their well-being; I've told you, Bam.”

“Then bring them to town and make it even. It’s busy, bustling, and too confounding for games. But they’ll be more familiar with the setting they are to enter in their majority.”

“It depends whether Commodore wishes them to be townfolks or country gentlemen,” Lady Jang appeased between them.

“Preferably the latter,” Commodore Bang admitted

“Then settle it all here, and it would be less distress for the children and their parents—and I speak for the former. How my father and mother adore moving around. They forgot their children begged more attention than society and soirees; my sister suffered for it.”

“With your townhouse my dear, one would often forget that your father was master to such broad land,” Mr Bhuwakul said.

“That one belonged to my late husband — for him and our friends, I couldn’t neglect it (she glanced at the Commodore). Who else to help them about the town, at pleasant disposal through the year, or to send them detailed news of every trimmings the ton fancy that week? Oh, but before all this, I was but a girl in my father's O— Hall, eager to see something greater than the green pastures. Fortune indulged me, and Lord Sim courted me — the parties and picnics I threw escalated our circle into a greater sphere. Our particular, private and exclusive assembly—and was that not how we all came to be acquainted?”

“A walk outside my lady, to ease your legs?” Commodore Bang abruptly asked, rising to his feet and offering his hand.

“Indeed, Commodore!”

He opened the door, which lead them towards the terrace. Mr Bhuwakul looked to Ms Kim, and with an indulgent smile helped her rise.

“Better if we go along. —I’m sure you would prefer the afternoon sun as well, Ms Kim. The two of us make too private company in this room after all. Jeonghui, was it not? (He intercepted the maid entering with their tea.) If you’d help us by taking it further outside, please.”

The cups and pots were set on the round table outside, with the additional plain biscuits and sweet jellies. A breeze lifted around them with the golden sun, which Ms Kim agreed made the outdoor lovelier than the room.

Commodore Bang descended to the garden, followed by Lady Jang. The flowers had taken her attention — she trailed about the shrubs, inspecting and praising the beauty of each blossom. The Commodore offered his arms, and promised to relegate each of her praise to his gardener. He took her under the shades of the trees, and they strolled along the view of the lake. They talked; she gave her opinions, and he acknowledged them with a hum; she teased, and to her surprise, he laughed. They talk and laugh some more, for she delighted in the easeful way he trailed into a story.

“Why the laugh?” Commodore Bang asked her.

“Not of your tales." Lady Jang chuckled. "But the ease in your voice and your eyes—the comfort makes you quite a different man, Commodore. I never thought to see you more content than that time we went to the Eastern Shores. But the gait in how you carry yourself—those brows! It’s quite alarming.”

The Commodore could not have thought that he had spoken to her in an atypical manner. “Indeed?”

“Indeed. For then is there a place quite like home? Or perhaps it is the topic—I grow more eager to meet the young men you so fondly speak of, Commodore Bang.”

The edges of his lips rose. The seven larch trees along the stone wallks were planted for his boys when they were born. Jeongin's sapling was near the low gate, and he was speaking to her of its planting day. “I need not compliments over my parental attitude, my dear.”

She chuckled, and Commodore Bang lead her nearer the stone wall to view the lake.

“How are you liking Barlnshore so far?” he asked.

“I know I shall enjoy myself tremendously here. I didn’t know I long for nature to enclose me so”

“Dear milady Jang, you’ve let your heart drift by a mere few steps.”

“Oh, but how can you not. Look,” Lady Jang exclaimed. Her hands extended towards the lake and the hills beyond. “What is the capital to all this—with rows of buildings on every street and parks—what are their grand gardens to these trees! To think I see you come to my salon every year, and leaving all this.”

“I cannot refuse Bambam's invitation.”

“And all the excursions invitations to other districts after?”

“It is to be around you, perhaps?”

Lady Nayoung clicked her tongue, “There now.”

Commodore Bang laughed.

“I either seek solace,” he replied. “Or to occupy myself with purpose. Liberating as this place is, darling, they could lull you into idleness and dreams.”

“Compared to those vivacious soirees?” Lady Nayoung asked, and she chuckled at the contemplative silence that befell the man. “My dear Commodore, you rarely occupy yourself but to the sides of the hall. Don't dinners and dances hold the purpose of entertainments?”

“Your wallpapers are a marvel to observe. Then there's arguing people’s opinions for the mere sake of it. Those were entertainments enough.”

Lady Jang laughed bright and clear.

“Then you came, my dear, and without mercy, sent me to trip over the cotillions," Commodore Bang chuckled.

She shook her head in amused recollection, and he grasped her hand. “But you know you are the perfect hostess. You light up those around you — the glittering chandelier to my dark thoughts. The right breeze and sunlight that broke my clouds, and ground me among those muddled anxieties.”

“I’m glad for your appreciation,” Lady Jang nodded. “Those parties, and dancing, the soirees, the little picnics and walking. It is only right for me to appreciate this place in return—’tis generous of you to bring me here.”

“Please, enjoy it. It is all for you, I did say so.”

Lady Jang smiled at his words. The birds chirped in the trees above them. Beyond that there were but little murmurs from Mr Bhuwakul and Ms Kim, and from the rustles of the wind. It was quaint and tranquil; and perhaps the secluded company prompted Lady Jang's next words, “Are we not some mere ships tugging among the waves, looking to anchor ourselves somewhere? Among all the passengers—all the people of my circles—will any care, or be willing to help lower it when I am drifting?”

“Then shall a retired Commodore resume his duties and help sail you back to port?”

“That will be a much-cherished company. The best company," Lady Jang smiled.

Contented their little walk, they head back to the terrace. But not two steps taken, the Commodore had paused, eyes locked to the lake. Lady Jang felt his arms tensing under her palm. Soon he broke away from her, stalking to the gate.

His attention was upon an approaching boat: gliding long and sleek over the water, and full of passengers. They were raucous, young boys laughing and singing. One might mistake them as mere country boys, except that a blond young fellow turned his gaze towards them and exclaimed, “Father!”

The others turned their heads along at the call, then lit up with excited cheers like firecrackers. They stood up waved their hands, laughed, and repeated the call. Holding an oar was a young lady, in a dark grey dress and straw bonnet. Her wide eyes and parted mouth made her an awkward figure among the clamour. They have neared the stairs to the dock, the boat unsteady from all the excitement. The governess noticed it, but it was too late. The boat upturned, throwing all the passengers into the water with yelps and screeches. Commodore Bang swung the gates open, and they clanged to the stone wall.

“Come out of that water at once!” he called.

Heads bobbed out of the water with gasps and splutter, yet there were gleeful cackles and cries. The governess turned the boat right, and pulled it along her, while the boys waded toward the dock. They chuckled and chirped in high spirit, despite being soaked through. Lady Jang smiled at their delight—but Commodore Bang was seething. He waited for them beside the pathway, as their wet steps soaked and spread upon the flagstone.

The boys' mirth was broken by a sharp whistle—Lady Jang turned, surprised at how displeasure had marred the Commodore’s dark face. The laughter died down, and the children had scrambled and assembled themselves into a single line, side by side facing the front. The Commodore scoffed quietly.

“Chin up, straight!” he commanded. Commodore Bang passed before the boys, sharply eyeing their tense form. Water dripped from their trousers, while their wet shirts and hair clung to their skin. The Commodore paused before his eldest. He reached a single finger to look at the inner side of the collar, then sighed as he stepped away.

“I’ll spare you the talk later,” he said as he looked over them. His voice rose sharply, “Dry yourself now and get into your jackets. Immediately!”

They bolted into a run. “Kitchen doors!” called a voice. At the governess's warning, they turned course from the terrace steps to the right. The young woman moved from her spot by the gate. She bowed her head in passing the Baroness, then to Commodore Bang.

“Miss Son,” he called sharply. She startled, but turned to face him—at that moment her soaked bonnet tipped over her eyes. She pushed it further up, facing him with expectance.

“Meet me in my study later.”

She nodded, and proceed to walk away, trailing the same path as her pupils.

Mari had rid of her wet clothes and wiped herself into a fresher state. Thin towels dried her short hair to an acceptable damp state. Another pale grey dress exchanged the soaked one, and she felt presentable enough hadn’t it been for the red, puffed eyes.

So quick had her temper changed. There was harmonious contentment in the morning, then captivation during sailing. Then surprise, and dread, pooling further into some form of disappointment and disdain. It was agitating to recollect the Commodore’s displeasure, for now, she is to appease him out of it.

She descended to the lower ground, while the boys were still busy cleaning themselves up. The Commodore’s study was closed, and its wooden doors felt sharp under her knuckles.

“Come in,” came a response. Mari entered, and clutched her shawl tighter over her elbow.

Commodore Bang stood before his desk, a hand holding its edges and the other fisted a strip of cloth. His brows and mouth were severe, while scorn was etched upon his whole feature.

The sight of it roused her contempt. She knew their excursions did not please him—but is he so cold that even his own children's enjoyment was unbearable? Mari could not find reason in Minatozaki-san’s testimony at that moment. She glanced out of his wide window, so as to not mimic his frown. She had no wish to burn with wrath as well; she will preserve a clear mind. All these thoughts passed in mere seconds, enough that her greetings did not tarry.

“You look well, sir,” she calmly said—though the lightness was most unlike herself.

Commodore Bang hardly took notice. He raised his hand, showcasing a damp red kerchief to her. Changbin’s, one he often wraps fondly around his head.

“These old rags, and my old shirt. Truly now?” he asked. Mari had good reasoning for refitting all those old shirts.

“I don’t want them to worry about ruining their fine jackets while playing—”

“Why are they even playing!?” Commodore Bang cut sharply; the kerchief was thrown before the fireplace. “How far have you all been through the country in this state of undress!?”

Mari frowned, “I don’t think such extreme expression suits—”

“They look like beggars!” barked the Commodore; the light from his eyes and his snarling lips made him look so much like a beast that Mari flinched. But her indignance was spurred, and her voice rose,

“They look as proper as any other humble farmer boys—and they don’t give a care to it beyond their comfort!”

There was a pause; Commodore Bang raps his nails upon his desk, the rapid motion the only extension of his fury.

“I didn’t hire you to take them on excursions,” he countered in a restrained voice.

“You hired me as their governess. As such, you have bequeathed me with the right to care for their welfare,” Mari returned, equally calm. “Their excellence in the schoolroom deserves some amusement and repose.”

“Are the parks not enough for you!?”

“What is so wrong for them to be under the sun and to know the landscapes of such beautiful grounds about them?”

“If you had not been so liberal to disregard precious time for their improvements—”

“God, you had the nerve to demand them to pore over books inside a room while you attend some parties!”

The silence that fell after felt even louder than Mari’s cry. The lid of her broiling temper had blown off, and only the overflowing content remained to be cared for. She turned away from the Commodore, evening out her heaving breath.

“...You dare to speak to me like that?” Commodore Bang’s voice came out low behind her. Livid. “Miss Son, look at me!”

A bird chirps from the garden—an insolent contrast to their state.

“If by doing so you would listen, yes,” Mari whispered, clasping her trembling hands. Commodore Bang could not speak to her like she was careless over the boys. She was angry, fearful, and ashamed, but her stubbornness shot through. Mari turned back to face the man, sharply asking before he could counter her again, “Sir, why do you ignore them?”

Commodore Bang scoffed. “Ignore—God bless your insinuations, Miss Son. —Have I failed to provide them?”

“In everything a child could ask but not in what they need the most—yourself. I dismissed your rules because I sought their happiness. Their loss was as great as yours, sir,” she intoned. Commodore Bang bristled at her words. “Being so young and with hardly anybody to hold them through the confusion—”

“Don’t you speak to me of that.” He paced from one large window to the next, pressing his fingers upon his brows, then the bridge of his nose. “They are not orphans—”

“Which is why, as their only parent—”

“—then as a parent, I have the right like others to employ people to take charge of their young while I attend other business—”

“And what sort of men grew up from such a situation?!”

He scowled at her interruption. Mari pursued on, stoked like a fire that words trickle out of her like seeds out of a sack.

“Parents of your society either overtly indulge their children and think that’s the best attention they could spare, or completely ignore their existence until they are adults! With ignorance a family would never understand one another. The children would think no one cared about whatever they do. —They’d think it allowed them to act so ill, their mother could only moan and regret what they did not do. Well, God forbid I will let such a possibility ruin those boys! You asked me not to indulge them—I did not. They’ve earned everything well and worthy — do you know what good learners they are? If I can spare them more enjoyable, fond moments to remember their whole life, then I would.”

Commodore Bang had paused by a table, gripping its edge with a head that lowered with her every word. When she finished, he scoffed again. “What ideals, Miss Son; does that apply to your previous pupils as well?” he asked bitterly.

“They are to have the characters of gentlemen, you said,” she pointed out, but continued more kindly. “I understood what you said then, but if you left me to hail them out by myself, I am incapable.”

“Miss Son…”

“I am but their governess—sir, you are their parent. They will always look up to you most!” Commodore Bang remained silent, even as he turned. Mari appealed further. “Do you know how fond they are of you? They miss you, terribly so. Minho wants to talk with you longer and—Seungmin and Jeongin wonder if you’d play with them as you did with their brothers. The twins wanted to show you many things — and there's Hyunjin and Changbin... — Oh, Commodore, will you not indulge them a little bit of your time?”

“Not when the man is so inadequate to such fondness—being so incapable to overcome his own fears,” Commodore Bang spat. The loathing tone gave Mari pause. His head lowered again, and his other hand clasped upon his brow as if his thoughts pained him.

The silence lengthened, even after he dropped his hand—the Commodore’s gaze was far away behind her. A chill crept upon Mari, she was fearful of her mouth. So proud she had been able to string those words together, so justified in vouching for her sentiments. But now regret emerged in her chest, for she felt they had been vindictive arrows shot to abuse a limping beast.

“Commodore?”

The man sighed—he shook his head.

“I cannot, Miss Son,” he spoke, removing himself from the table and swiftly passing her to the door, “Who knows if I ever will be able to.”

“Commodore? No, please—I…”

Mari wanted to plead for an apology, but her feet felt sluggish, and she could only watch him swing the door open and walk down the hallway. Then cold washed over her, and her hands fell over her mouth.

“Oh, my foolish tongue—my presumptuous tongue! All these years, and one moment, all is unlearned! Why must my temper cloud over me so, that my words should give someone pain!”

Only agony left coursing her. The anger from the discord was of little significance to the self-disdain towards her immaturity. She could not find relief to her discomfort; and yet it was impossible to find him and remedy it all immediately. For the boys stood at the other side of the hall, the opposite way from where the Commodore had left. They peeked inside and gathered around her form.

“Was he angry with you?” Changbin asked.

Mari shook her head. The fury had dissipated, and she only felt upset. “A little. But it is alright.”

Mari wondered how long had they been listening. They’re all tidied up, but for the damp hair; wearing the same dark blue uniforms worn when she’d seen them the first time. Very proper and crisp compared to the shirts they favoured these past weeks.

“What did he say?” Hyunjin asked.

Mari was not even certain—many subjects were divulged, but must she spell it out for them? How much have they heard? “Things. Important things. For both of us to say.”

“He made you sad,” Jeongin muttered.

“Nay, we’re both sad.” Mari composed herself; for Jeongin perceives the ambience keenly, it would not do to overwhelm him. She took his hand, and led them downstairs “But we must go now, it is lunch time is it not?”

The guests retired to their rooms for lunch, but the boys took their seats in the dining room and made their usual chatters. 'Twas as if their father’s return was forgotten for some moment, and easing the gravity of their hour. Mari did not see the Commodore through the meal or about the house. Mr Kang informed her that the Commodore had gone out to walk. It did little to settle her conscience, thus after persuading the boys to nap or rest, she looked for Minatozaki-san. Even if to do nothing, the company might provide her with some solace.

“Dear, what bundled minds,” Minatozaki-san sighed at the end of Mari's account. The governess could barely settle in her chair; still incapable of stringing an agreeable apology, while apprehension rose on in her. The waves of humiliation washed over her again.

“To think I am three-and-twenty and could not exert some patience over my tongue.”

“Do not fret yourself so. Chan walks out often in the evening—as you know. When he returns, I’m sure you’ll be able to make amends. If not today, then tomorrow, when both your minds have cleared.”

"Do you not think it too late by then? When the sun has set to a new day?"

"I say that it is better to be late than sorry for the rest of your life." The housekeeper was silent for a while, only her yarns making noise as she rolled it into a ball. “Would it help if I come with you?”

“No!” Mari replied. The unemployment will serve her right and the shame that she had failed her duties to Ms Ahn due to her obstinacy. Altogether, she wished not for the Commodore's old friend to become her shield and pacify him. It would not do, for her pride in particular.

“No, you do not need to vouch for me.—It would be ridiculous to have so many people involved. I must endeavour my best to converse and reason with him, and make my apology.”

“If it comes to a point that he dismisses you, I will berate him as a fool. If he needs two women to come into his senses, then so be it,” Minatozaki-san said tartly. Mari winced. “I shall run mad if you are removed away for another governess, I’ve had enough of it. I saw that you are good, and he would never find a better instructress that the boys are fond of.”

Mari wondered if she thought them both foolish, but refrained from speaking it aloud. She thanked the older lady for her care. Their time passed in silence: Minatozaki-san with her yarns; and Mari to her contemplations. So they remained until the boys were roused and the hall prepared for dinner.

Distractions came from their guests, whom the boys received with a particular reception.

“Come see Uncle Bambam!” they called, pulling Mari to be introduced to the gentleman. Mr Bhuwakul came from a land far in the southern oceans. He had travelled here when he was younger, now he had established his own business in the capital. Commodore Bang knew him since then, as well as Minatozaki-san and Mr Kang. His name was elaborate, compared to what Mari commonly heard, but he explained to Mari that 'Bambam' was his given nickname. She was welcome to use that in referring him or by his last name. His warmth struck Mari in contrast to his friend’s: casual, affable and generous; a good-humoured soul. He was Changbin’s godfather as well, and took the reunion to praise the boy's growth and improvements. But he did not refuse to take the others into his lap and entertain them with his silly noises.

There was no doubt of Lady Jang Nayoung’s rank by a mere look at her. Indeed, for her splendid gowns and well-coiffed hair, as well as the serenity and grace held in her face. Mari was quite surprised when the lady addressed her, speaking of her fascination with the boys. She inquired about them, and commented on what fine young men they are. The boys' chirps had quietened in her presence. With careful steps, they approached and shook her hand, voices soft and polite as they introduced themselves—though Jeongin barely said a word before hiding behind Changbin. Lady Jang was hardly perturbed. She was not familiar with children, Mari supposed. Her gaze was curious, and hesitant, like she had never seen a child before. But despite her graceful words, she made some enquiries, which Minho answered politely. In time, the lengthy visit might ease their companionship.

The table’s head remained empty throughout dinner. Mari had her worries, but she would never be able to eat had the Commodore joined them. The boys revelled in the grand meal and in uniting with an old company. Mr Bhuwakul regaled them with tales, while Mari attended the ladies’ inquiries. She was polite and frank but felt it was insufficient in their conversations. Lady Jang was all geniality, but she had grace and manners in her speech, and such an innocuous way of speaking that Mari hesitates in her forthrightness. They were gentlewomen used to gatherings as means of entertainment. Mari managed seven young lads and sought industry into late hours.

She knew not if Baroness Jang was against the boy's outings like the Commodore. But the lady's averseness about them joining dinner was clearer, for she remarked of it to Mari.

“Surely the Commodore would not approve,” she said. Mari knew old manners and formality would not allow children to join the adults for meals.

“I met him only a day before he visited the capital,” Mari replied. “But during that whole day, they always dined together.

“All three meals of the day?”

“Yes.”

“How irregular.”

“I think it was the most—attentive of him,” Mari reflected.

Lady Jang relished a sip of her wine and seemed to be content with the answer. Her companion was hardly mollified. Ms Kim’s lips remained tight, and sent another objecting glance toward the boys. Her attire and styling enunciated her sharp features and the severity of her stance. She conversed little with Mari, seemingly regarding the governess of little importance. Mari wondered that she should find so little pleasure in the entire affair. She could hear her sighs at the boys’ laughter, had little praise for the meals or the interior. Mari wondered what height of grandeur had Ms Kim descended from to sneer at Barlnshore when Lady Jang showed a more agreeable disposition.

Once dessert was enjoyed, Lady Jang prompted for a reprieve in the drawing room. Minho stood up and (with a strangely formal speech,) offered to lead them all there. Tea was prepared, and Minatozaki-san joined them. Ms Kim attended Lady Jang’s conversation, while Mr Bhuwakul showed Hyunjin and Yongbok his fine watch. Mari was to sit by her work in the corner, but Jisung asked if she would play for them. The younger ones immediately joined the proposal, their pleadings increasing. Mr Bhuwakul and Lady Jang made no refusal for entertainment. With all the words whirling about her, Mari let Jisung pull her to the piano. But he obliged her excuse for fatigue, and found equal gratification in a simpler tune, quiet yet pleasant enough to play while Minatozaki-san told Mr Bhuwakul news from the country.

By and by time passed. Jisung remained by her side, leaning on her shoulder, while the others circled about the pianoforte. She was starting her fourth song when Mr Kang opened the doors, and the Commodore entered in a flurry into the room. His attire had changed, back into his darker garbs. Lady Jang beamed to welcome him; Commodore Bang made his apologies; Mr Bhuwakul made his teasing remarks; while Mari fumbled with her tunes. Her fingers stilled over the keys before she could ruin more bars. A certain amount of mortification resurged with his return. The boys snickered at her mistake and comforted her to go on.

“Miss Son, don’t stop,” Jisung pried. Mari brushed her hand over her curls, scrapping for her composure.

“Your father might not like it,” she muttered.

“Wish-wash! 'Tis only Father.”

“Come now, Miss Son, don’t be shy,” Mr Bhuwakul called from the sofa. “You are a wonderful player — I was enjoying it.”

Jisung leaned over her, taking in the keys to continue with a tune they had practised together. Mari found distraction in chiding him for not keeping rhythm. Some chuckles and remarks from the boys, and she looked up and observe the room again. The boys had glanced at times towards their father, as if wary of what he would say of the entire performance. But there was nothing. The adults returned to their conversations, the boys attended to Jisung’s playing. Yet Mari saw the Commodore was staring at the boys, curious, unaware of the conversation about him.

Jeongin slid down from Minho’s lap and pattered towards the Commodore. He extended his hand by his father's leg, showing a small shell between his fingers, stark white in the low-lit room. Jeongin had claimed it by the riverbank some days ago, along with other treasured shells and smooth stones the boys collected. Commodore Bang bent down, taking Jeongin under the arm into his hold. They turned away from the circle of the sofa; the boy giggled. His father barely smiled, yet the tension in his face and figure reduced. He offered his hand, letting Jeongin place the shell upon his palm. The youngest chattered and received low responses, indistinct over the music.

Mari could not help to stare, incredulous by the Commodore’s gentleness and his soft speech, so changed from last she saw him. Only his back was in her sight, but she can see Jeongin’s face, his pouted lips as he tells his story. At some point, the lad looked up and paused with wide eyes. Small hands reached up to his father's face, holding it for some moment; then his arm reached around, circling his neck. Mari heard his soft voice,

“Appa, you shouldn’t cry.”

Commodore Bang placed his hand over Jeongin’s black strands, the small head enclosed in his hold. “It isn’t anything.”

“Miss Son said you shouldn't cry for nothing,” Jeongin continued, as the Commodore seated them by the window sill.

“...Did she?”

They remained together for a long time. Until the clock struck nine, Jeongin remained in the Commodore's arms as he called the boys to bed. Mari told them to bid their guest goodnight; Minho took Jeongin from his father, and in all the hubble Mari escaped the master’s notice. She was embarrassed in acting such a coward but comforted herself that tomorrow, she will gather her courage to make amends.

I thought that by imitating a plot it will make things easier but heavens, I felt most keenly how much power this indulgence is overtaking me. (22/04/28) I don't know if it's just me and my all-in-or-nothing attitude, or even in fic writing it just could get that hard, even if we are purely indulging. I still think the argument scene and Mari's long speech is miserable or too dramatic but! Well, let it be either way. That part is quite finished, and I wash it off my hands.

Do give replies or asks on your thoughts—what do you think will happen next👀 I'll see you again on the next installment!

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[blu-joons]

First Mentions Of A Family ~ Kang Younghyun

You waved quickly as the member of staff’s daughter ran back across the studio after her mum returned from a meeting with some of the group’s other managers. “She is just too cute,” Younghyun smiled as he waved too.

“She is a right little sweetheart.”

“Part of me didn’t want to give her back to her mum,” Younghyun laughed as the studio door shut, bringing your afternoon of entertaining Younghyun’s manager’s daughter to an end. “When she’s as adorable as that, part of me wants to hold onto her forever.”

“I wish all kids were as sweet as her,” you chuckled as you stood up from the studio floor, “I mean some kids are nowhere near as nice as she is.”

Younghyun stood up too as you began to make your way over to your bag to pick up your belongings and leave the studio too, heading home for the evening together.

“That old manager that you used to have, do you remember his son? He was horrible,” you then added as you thought.

“Yeah, but he’s a minority, and I’m pretty sure he took after his dad too.”

“His dad was the worst manager I’ve ever seen you experience,” you told Younghyun as you picked up your car keys, following behind him through the studio door to the elevators.

As you made your journey down to the carpark, plenty played on Younghyun’s mind. Having watched you with his manager’s daughter all afternoon, he was stunned by how good you were with her, keeping her entertained and laughing all afternoon.

But then he heard you starting to fret, wondering if what he thought about earlier was right after all. Kids wasn’t something that the two of you had spoken about, but seeing how good you were with one, definitely set off plenty of thoughts for Younghyun.

Once the two of you were in the car, he looked across at you. “Are you scared that if you have kids in the future they won’t be as adorable as H/M/D was? More like my old manager’s son?”

Your shoulders shrugged, “I don’t really know how I’d like my child to be in the future.”

“Do you want children?” Younghyun then asked as you began to pull out of the carpark, “is that something you see happening one day?”

It took a moment for you to respond, ultimately staying silent as you thought for a little while. Unlike Younghyun, it was something that you thought about too much, whenever you did, it usually ended up worrying you and scaring you a little bit.

“A family is something that I’d like,” Younghyun told you, hoping that it would get you talking if you knew how he felt about having a family of his own.

“I think it’s something that I’d like,” you whispered, keeping your eyes on the road, “but only when the time’s right, and with the right person too.”

His head nodded as you spoke, “do you think you’ve found the right person yet?” He nervously asked, tapping his hand against the rest on the car door.

“I do,” you spoke, too shy to look across at Younghyun, “as much as it scares me to admit, I think that I have.”

It was Younghyun’s turn to struggle to know what to say, as he felt his smile grow quickly, and his heart flutter too.

“Seeing you with her today made me think about how good you are with kids too,” you told Younghyun, much to his surprise, “I didn’t think it would bother me, but it has.”

A chuckle came from him as you spoke, “it’s scary to think about the future, I agree, but if we’re both on the same wavelength, we don’t need to be scared, right?”

“That’s true,” you hummed, slowly turning your eye to look across at Younghyun’s wide grin, “maybe I was scared that it was something that I’d want, but not you, you’re so busy at work.”

Despite how busy he was with work, there were plenty more dreams that Younghyun wanted to achieve in the future too. After finding you, and realising how happy he was with you too, Younghyun knew that you were the perfect person that he wanted a family with, whenever the time was right for you both.

Slowly he stretched his hand across to rest against the top of your leg as you drove, keeping his eyes still on you. Hearing that a family was what you wanted was all that Younghyun wanted, especially after watching you today.

“I think our children would be amazing,” he told you. “We’re the perfect team to be parents, don’t you think too?”

“I worry sometimes that I could mess up.”

Younghyun’s head shook back across at you straight away, “I can guarantee that you wouldn’t mess up, especially after seeing you today. Every parent makes mistakes, but you’d have me there, so you’d never be alone if you needed help or support.”

“You make having a family with you sound so appealing,” you joked back to Younghyun, “you’ve got it all figured out, haven’t you?”

“I’ve done a lot of thinking today.”

“I had no idea that was what was on your mind today,” you smiled, “you seemed to be too occupied with H/M/D to think about anything else.”

The smile on Younghyun’s face grew as he met your eyes, “I was thinking about you all day, and how much I wanted today to be an insight into our future together too.”

“Can you really see things between the two of us going in that direction?” You smiled, “is that how you want it to be?”

“Absolutely, it felt right being there.”

“I agree,” you acknowledged, “there was something about the two of us taking care of her that felt as if it was something that we’d done for years.”

As you continued to speak, Younghyun found his heart getting happier and happier. “I want to be a dad one day, but like you say, I want it to happen when the time is right, we should never force it, otherwise it won’t happen.”

As much as he loved being an idol, it wasn’t going to last forever. A family unit was something that Younghyun dreamed about, and especially with you too, he couldn’t wait for the day that the two of you would start a family.

“Maybe it won’t happen for a while yet, but I want it to happen someday. I couldn’t imagine the two of us not becoming parents at some point, when we make such a good team, it seems like the perfect role for us both.”

“And now we know that it’s something that we both want too, we can talk about it more often,” you reminded him too, “we don’t have to worry that it’s maybe not something that the other person wants as well.”

Younghyun nodded in agreement with you, “I really want for us to talk about it more, it’s something that I love to think about, but talking about it will be much better too.”

You smiled once again at Younghyun as you briefly took your eyes off of the road, “this was not the way that I imagined our day would go today.”

“I’m glad that it has though, today’s been perfect.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“It’s a big step,” Younghyun noted, “but I’m glad that we were able to overstep it today and think more about our future together.”

“Our future is something that I can’t wait for,” you told him.

“Me too, I can’t wait.”

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Masterlist

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[koos-euphoria]

Hello!! Could I request a Day6 reaction to their female s/o being sore the next day after their first time? (just like the one you wrote for BTS)

Park Jaehyung:

Jae couldnt hold back the small smirk that shows on his face as he watches you have a slight limp. He tries to tease you about it only for you hit him lightly, sending him daggers. He gets up from his spot on the bed, helping you to the bathroom.

“Next time I’ll make sure you can’t walk a- OW, IM KIDDING BABY”

Park Sungjin:

Instantly is by your side, silently helping you with anything you need. Getting you water and food without even asking if you want any. Won’t stop giving forehead kisses.

“I’ve got you baby”

Kang Younghyun:

Cocky as fuck. Proud of himself because, he did that. Not only are you waddling from how good and hard he’s fucked you, but you are also covered in his marks. Teases the shit outta you. But of course he will still help you with everything you need.

“Maybe you shouldn’t scream harder next time” *smirk*

Kim wonpil:

A worried baby, will run around like a headless chicken, grabbing even thing and anything for you. A literal angel who praises the shit outta you. I’m sorry if a soft wonpil stan.

“Are you okay baby? I’ll get you that, stay there”

Yoon Dowoon:

On the outside he comes across very concerned and worried, an absolute gentlemen who is by your side helping you with every single thing. But on the inside he’s a cocky little shit, the devil himself.

“You want help with that baby? Next time i won’t go so hard”

© koos-euphoria 2020. Do not repost, modify or translate.

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[intimateday6snaps]

younghyun, would u like a bit of morning sex? i woke up feeling so horny~~

"Honestly that sounds amazing right now, just come get on top of me."

-Kang Younghyun

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[jane-writes-stuff]

Coffee and Cuddles - Yoon Dowoon Imagine

A/N: some fluff for y’all, it’s short though! This lil nugget is a keeper of my heart.

REQUEST HERE

Pairing: Yoon Dowoon (DAY6) x Fem!reader

Summary: after a rough day at school you just wanted to have a cup of coffee and cuddles from your loving boyfriend Yoon Dowoon.

“Jagiya! I’m so glad you’re back home!”, you heard your loving boyfriend of two years say as he heard you coming in. 

“Oh, baby what happened?”, he asked you. 

He could immediately tell you had a rough day. Your hair was literally a bird’s nest, your jacket was only half over your shoulder, you had bags under your eyes and your face was puffy. Dowoon gently walked towards and took off your backpack and jacket, while you took off your shoes. 

“Come here baby”, he said gently while taking you in his arms. 

You flung your arms around him and started crying again. He gently led the way to your couch as you continued crying, making his black hoodie wet from the tears falling on it. He gently guided you to the couch and made you sit down on it. He wanted to get a blanket so you could cuddle together but you wouldn’t let go of him. You had a pretty strong grip on his hoodie. He couldn’t help but smile at your antics. He loved you very much and it broke his heart. You were hurt and crying. You pulled him to you so he laid down next to you on the couch. You shuffled a little lower so you could put your head on his chest and put your leg around his waist. He patted your head a few times before he started playing with your hair. You know he loved doing that because it helped you relax faster. 

“I was going to make you a coffee, you know”, he said chuckling. 

“Yeah, that would be great. I need to work for school. I can’t fall asleep now”, you said sleepily, stretching your limbs after you said that. Dowoon got up and you quickly followed him to the couch. You sat down at the kitchen island as he started making the both of you a cup of coffee. 

“Now, baby, tell me what happened at school”, he said with a small smile as he sat down next to you with his cup in hand while sliding yours towards you.

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[curl-cb]

[2:16am] you’re startled awake by a loud “fuck”.

young k sits at his desk, hunched over his worn leather notebook, head in his hands, pen thrown across the room in frustration. 

throwing the covers aside, you slip out of bed and pad towards him, resting your chin on his shoulder and rubbing circles on his lower back with your palm,

“come to bed love, you’re frustrated”

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Day 7: Younghyun 🎄 Public Sex + Cunnilingus

Kinkmas 2023

Although you knew other people rarely came up to the rooftop of Younghyun's apartment, it was far from impossible, and it felt especially possible when his head was between your legs. You felt the cool night air rush around you, heard the cars below, some faint music in the distance. But still when he looked up at you, all of that fell away. "Feel good?" He asked, a few fingers rubbing your pussy just right. You nodded with a smile and a shaky breath, gripping more tightly to the metal bar behind you.

Younghyun kissed your clit a few times then brought his tongue back to your slit, sliding through the slick mess with a satisfied moan. His wet fingers prodded at your hole, circling it and making your hips greedily shift towards them. Younghyun chuckled, his lips still locked to your clit and sending vibrations through it. He pulled back and watched your face as he pushed a finger into your pussy, your walls clenching around the digit and a soft moan leaving you. Still watching you, unable to take his eyes off you, it seemed, he ran the very tip of his tongue over your clit. "How's that?" He asked before resuming this.

You struggled to formulate a response. "Really good," you managed shakily. The rooftop was a bit cold and you were shivering a bit, but you knew things would change in that regard if you kept going.

Just then you both heard a loud bang and jumped. Younghyun pulled away completely and a hot searing rush ran through your veins. You realized it was a trash can down on the street falling over and let out a heavy sigh, tingles that had prickled your skin slowly settling.

"Sorry," he said with a light giggle, standing up now. "My neighbors are loud," he murmured, very close to you now, then kissed you so sweetly your toes curled in your boots.

"I don't care," you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him again. He continued to alternate between caressing your clit and slowly fucking you with his fingers, barely letting his lips part from yours now, and thus the kisses getting messier by the second. You felt your orgasm building, your hips rocking to meet his hand more and more. Younghyun wrapped his other arm around your lower back, holding you tightly, while his busier hand moved faster. You parted breathlessly from his lips and looked around a bit, remembering where you were, how brazen you felt, knowing anyone from his building could walk through the door a few yards away and see you right now. But it didn't faze you, and in your lustful haze it made things even hotter.

Younghyun kept his eyes on you still though, sensing how close you were to your climax and plunging his fingers even deeper. "Mm, hmm, I'm cumming, ah--" You crumpled in his arms, your legs tensing, your body shuddering, and in a few seconds you felt your orgasm wash over you, felt it seep pleasurably into your every sense. You held onto him tightly, but he continued to hold onto you, intently watching your face contort with a smile on his own.

"Love watching that, every time," he said sweetly, pulling his fingers out and running his palm over you, making you shudder again. "So pretty when you cum."

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[dearly-somber]

I’m Yours | k.yh | day6

-> pairing. non-idol!younghyun x female reader

-> genre. fluff, s2l (strangers-to-lovers), university!au, pining

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 886

-> warnings. none!

-> a/n. I’m you-o-o-o-ours

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Oct. 18th, 2020 @ 20:23

-> edited. Fri., Jul. 14th, 2023 @ 23:45

Light summer breeze. Petals falling down in the most satisfying way, pooling at your feet as you walk to the beat of your heart, holding the handle of your umbrella tight enough to whiten your knuckles.

The crickets were out now that the darkness had fallen, a slight drizzle of rain warming your blood. You were wearing an oversized sweater and some shorts that were hidden underneath the fabric you wore on your upper half, a pair of old sneakers to match.

You had decided to take a late night walk, eyes red and puffy from too much crying. You had been having some boy trouble and had been embarrassed in front of probably your whole university, so crying was the only way to make you feel less shitty, and no one could tell you otherwise. You had been walking for a few minutes and stopped by your favorite café near Han River, going to stand over the bridge running over the river after ordering yourself some coffee. You were sniffing the air with closed eyes when you suddenly opened them to what you had assumed was an angel, before you realized that he didn't have wings.

He was wearing a creamy beige turtle neck sweater and jeans with ankle high boots, his black hair falling very gently into his face and accentuating his jawline as he watched the water as if it was the most interesting thing on earth. He had a see-through umbrella over his shoulder, the fairy lights that were attached to it only making him look that much more angelic, if it were possible.

You continued shamelessly staring at the gorgeous stranger, eventually wandering over and standing next to him.

"Penny for your thoughts, stranger?" you asked in a light voice, a warm smile adorning your face.

The angel turned to look at you slowly, eyes jumping around questioningly, as if to ask "Who? Me?"

You immediately decide that this angel was cute and that you wanted to keep him, your smile getting wider. Just a few hours ago you had embarrassed yourself in front of everyone you knew while talking to a boy that you liked, yet here you were making it seem effortless.

"Do I know you?" He asked in the most honey like voice you had ever heard, the sound strangely addictive. Still smiling, you shook your head with a shrug.

"Not at all." You giggled childishly at the way his brow furrowed in confusion, at his mercy, completely helpless to his charms. "I just noticed the way you were staring at the water and you look like you're thinking very deeply about something," you explained, heart jumping into his hands when he laughed in disbelief, tilting his head at you with a smile.

"Is that so?"

You nodded, your cheeks starting to ache from smiling too much.

"Why don't I tell you over a cup of coffee, since we're at a café?" he asked cheekily, a grin pulling at his lips.

You nodded eagerly, taking his hand and pulling him over to the seating area. You turned to look at him with a grin of your own before saying, "Great idea! I've already ordered."

---

After sitting down he introduced himself as Kang Younghyun, occasionally called Brian by his close friends, who was majoring in Business at your university with Music as his extra classes. You told him your name, telling him that you’re majoring in Writing, hoping to become an editor (since you weirdly enough enjoy editing), and that you were taking art and music as extra classes.

"So then, Younghyun, you sill haven't answered my first question," you said matter-of-factly, sipping at your latte with a raised brow.

"Oh, that? I thought that was you flirting?" he mused with a smirk, the teasing tone in his voice making you chortle.

"Oh no it was, but I'm genuinely curious," you said, chortling at the way he laughed disbelievingly.

"I was thinking about how I need to man up and ask this girl I like in my music class out." he said, shrugging as he sighed deeply.

"Oh, you like someone?" you asked dejectedly, playing with your coffee cup. Brian nodded, sighing again.

"Well then," you said, slamming your fist against the table and gaining not only Younghyun's attention but a few people around you's attention as well.

"I say, go for it! I doubt you have anything to lose," you encouraged him confidently. He raised a brow with a smirk, looking at you as if to say "excuse me what?"

You rolled your eyes before starting to explain.

"Listen, Brian—can I call you Brian?"

"Go ahead." He smiled.

"Right then, Brian, listen. You seriously have nothing to lose. Maybe a smudge of pride but that's nothing. I mean have you seen yourself? I'm sure every girl would be willing to throw themselves at you, hell, sign me up!" you rambled on, hands all over the place and not realizing the way Younghyun was looking at you.

"You really think so?" he asked softly, making you think of a puppy, your heart melting.

You nodded solemnly, smiling at him.

"Definitely."

With the most shit eating grin ever, he cleared his throat. "Okay, then. Y/N, I really like you and would like to take you to dinner."

“Oh, shit.”

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[ourlordandsavioryoungk-blog]

Hot Chocolate | kyh

KangYounghyun/YoungK/BrianKang Oneshot

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Language?? But it’s pretty PG.

When you walk into the coffee shop, you're immediately hit by the warmth. You notice the dimly lit lights, the empty tables, the soft indie music playing quietly over the speakers. You notice how it's the complete opposite of the bustling life outside in the cold November weather. You also notice the smell of hot chocolate brewing behind the back counter.

“Be with you in a second,” the barista behind the counter yells without looking up from his order. You stand at the register patiently, opting to pull out your phone to make the wait go by faster. After a few minutes you hear a “What can I get for you?” causing you to look up.

And when you do, you're floored.

Shit, he’s beautiful, you think. The most beautiful, fierce, feline eyes are staring at you expectantly. Don't just stand there, give him your order!

“Uhm, I'll get a small hot chocolate please,” you say, rather shakily. “Alrighty,” he replies while scanning the screen in front of him. While he rings in your order, you can't help but stare. From his carefully styled raven black hair to his perfectly pointy nose, he was perfection.

You almost don't hear him when he gives you your total, brought back down to earth when his sharp eyes meet yours. You stand there for a second before realizing he’s waiting on you to pay. You hurriedly look down and start digging into your wallet for your card. When you look up again, he's looking at you with a quizzical brow and an upturned smirk, almost knowingly. You give him your card while keeping your eyes down, not daring to make eye contact.

After swiping your card and giving it back, he turns to the various stacks of upside-down cups and gets started on your hot chocolate. While he's making your drink, you get lost in his features once again. God, how can one human be so gorgeous? Honestly, what normal person has hair that nice? Does he use mousse to get those waves? And that body? How can someone look so angelic and so sinful at-

“You don't have to wait at the counter,” you quickly avert your eyes from his ass and to his face to find him already looking at you. “I can just bring it to your seat,” he says with yet again another smirk.

Shit, he knows. Shitshitshitshit.

“Uh, I- Uh, I actually just wanted it to go,” you stumble out.

Saved by the bell, the machine in front of him dings and he brings his attention back to your drink. He pushes the button and starts filling your cup with the brown liquid and you're saved for a few seconds. For the first time since you walked through the cafe door, you're not focused on the gorgeous barista and instead focused on the delicious smell of hot cocoa. After finishing your drink, he puts a lid on your drink and turns to walk back to the register you’re standing opposite of.

“Here you go” he says with a tight-lipped smile as he holds your drink out to you. You grab it and hastily turn on your heels. “Have a good day” you squeak out, walking like hell for the door. You're just about to break free when you hear a “Wait!” over your shoulder, making you pause in your tracks.

You take a deep breath before slowly turning to see the cute barista leaning with an elbow against the back counter and- you guessed it- another smirk spread across his lips. His eyes are mischievous this time, and you anticipate that what he’s about to say is going to ruin you.

“On a scale of one to ten, where do you think my ass falls?”

Your head falls back with a slight chuckle and he stands up straight, walking around the counter towards you. “Cause honestly, I’ve always thought I had a strong seven, maybe an eight on occasion, but I don't know. I've always thought of myself as a Kim but maybe I'm just a Kendall.”

He’s only a few steps away when he stops, towering over you. The way he’s looking at you, with his small crescent eyes and blindingly bright smile, you could faint. You break free from his trance, turning towards the door and feigning annoyance by rolling your eyes with a smile on your face. Before turning the knob, you’re stopped once again when he says lowly, “My name’s Younghyun.”

This time when you turn, he’s only a few inches from you, smile much softer, but still there. You can hear your heart pounding, and you're pretty sure he can hear it too.

“Y/N,” you reply. He repeats your name and lets out a breath, still sporting that beautiful smile, still sporting that twinkle in his eye. You could get used to this, you think.

Your moment is broken by the door opening, a man outside the threshold silently begging for you to let him into the warm shop. Younghyun greets the man and quickly walks behind the counter while you're blurting apologies, both of you equally flustered. After apologizing a hundred times, you rush out of the shop and back into the cold.

You curse as you walk down the street to your apartment, trying to keep your winter coat as tight to your body as possible and taking sips of your drink every now and then. When you get to your building, you carefully use your free hand to pick your keys out of your purse and let yourself into your apartment. You plop straight down on the couch, studying the hot chocolate in your hand and thinking about the cute barista, Younghyun.

Younghyun.

You spin the cup in your hand round and round, thinking of the fairy lights wrapped around the menu board, they way they brought out the hues of brown in his eyes, the way his hair shined in them. You're snapped out of your reverie when you see writing peeking out from under your  fingers placed on the cup. You move your hand around to the back of the cup and bring it closer to your eyes. On the cardboard gripper wrapped around the cup reads:

495-5633

You immediately sit up straight. He was into you? You didn’t make a complete idiot out of yourself? Oh my god, stay calm. He's just a guy, right. Just a nice, funny, beautiful, guy. No pressure, right? Noooo pressure at all.

You pull your phone out of your coat pocket with shaky hands and unlock it, tapping the new message button. Your thumb hovers of the screen. It's not like you don't want to, that's quite the opposite. Is he pitying you? Has he changed his mind by now?

God, just do it already.

You finally type his number in and take a deep breath.

Great, now you just have to type a message. What do you say?

'Hi! This is Y/N, how are you?’

You think on it for a second before backspacing. Too basic. Ummm funny! Try funny.

‘if you were a coffee, you'd be a cutepaccino.’

You immediately backspace. Okay, what the hell was that? After going through a million different options, you eventually settle on something.

495-5633 [Sent 7:13PM]

9.

You stare at your phone for the next ten minutes before placing it on the couch cushion beside of you, deciding to forcibly put your mind on something else. You walk to your bedroom and start doing your night routine, trying to distract yourself. After changing into your pajamas and washing your face, you'd done nothing but watch TV, not daring to overthink the text. The minutes turn into hours and you start to lose hope. Maybe you should've just sent what you’d typed first. He’s probably changed his mind about you.  It's when you're staring out the window and drinking your nightly tea that you hear your phone buzz.

The nerves that had been long gone are coming back in an instant. You run to your phone, stargazing long forgotten. You pick your phone up, though it almost slips from your sweaty palms. Your phone is lit up with only one notification.

1 message from 495-5633.

You unlock your phone and stare at the text displayed.

495-5633 [Received 10:01PM]

Can I ask what that means??

You [Sent 10:03PM]

On a scale of 1 to 10, its a 9. i'd give it a 10, but i don't want to rub your ego any more than I already have.

Younghyun [Received 10:07]

Hahah I'll take it 😂

Sorry I took so long to reply, I just got off work 😭

You [Sent 10:12PM]

Ew. Ur an emoji person.

Its fine, i've only been a nervous wreck for the last 3 hours, nbd.

Younghyun  [Received 10:15PM]

Emojis are staying. Take it or leave it.

You [Sent 10:17PM]

Ugh, fine.

So, do you give your number to every girl that comes in your shop?

Younghyun  [Received 10:20PM]

Haha honestly, no. I know i probably sound like a douche but I just wanted to get to know you and I didn't really have the courage to ask for your number

You [Sent 10:25PM]

Oh, but you had the courage to call me out for looking at your ass earlier? A man of mysteries.

Younghyun  [Received 10:28PM]

Woooow. You know, you're pretty mouthy for someone who couldn't say three words to me without blushing a few hours ago.

And I had reason! You were staring me up and down like a piece of meat. I am a human being you know?

You [Sent 10:31PM]

A man with jokes too! Goodness, you're a Jack of all trades.

Younghyun  [Received 10:35PM]

…. So are you not gonna acknowledge the topic.at hand here or…?

You [Sent 10:37PM]

Absolutely not.

Younghyun  [Received 10:38PM]

Noted.

Care to acknowledge it over lunch then? Tomorrow at 1? The sandwich shop next to my shop is really good

You [Sent 10:42PM]

Lunch- yes. Talking about my embarrassments- no.

Younghyun  [Received 10:45PM]

Fair enough. I’ll take what I can get

Younghyun  [Sent 10:47PM]

LOL i'm gonna go to bed. See you tomorrow.

Brian [Received 10:50PM]

Sweet dreams.

You [Sent 10:53PM]

… Bring hot chocolate

You break your intense attention away from your phone and clutch your mug to your chest, mind going a hundred miles an hour. You set your mug down in the sink and head to your bed, ready to get under the sheets (although you probably won't sleep at all tonight).

The next day when you arrive at the sandwich shop, ten minutes early, Younghyun is in the corner, already seated. Your eyes find his, already looking at you. You're greeted by a hot chocolate and a gorgeous smile, and that smile doesn't leave for the rest of the date. You guys talk about books, movies, how he's a bassist in a band with his best friends, and how you're in love with the stars in the sky, though neither of you know you’ll also fall in love with the ones in his eyes. And when it's time to leave, he walks you to your apartment and leaves a sweet kiss on your lips. He does the same thing the next time you meet. And the next. And the next, until it becomes a regular routine. Until his kisses and hot chocolate become as normal as taking the bus every morning or looking at the sky before drifting away every night. And even after winter is long gone and summer brings it’s sunny skies and warm weather, his sweet kisses and hot chocolates are still a constant.

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Young k as your boyfriend

A/N: hey there! This is part two of my three part series :) in this part I’ll go in depth with how you two became a couple!

find part 1 here !

How you two became a couple

It’s the night of when you two met

You walked in the neighbourhood

Which was kinda scary btw

All lights were out, one streetlight was flickering

2 cats were having a fight over trash

You weren’t having it

You forgot that there’s nothing to eat at home and you were starving

But there were no actual good restaurants in your neighbourhood

so sad

There was a macdonalds though!

Fuck, you craved a burger SO badly

And FRIES FFF now i crave them myself shit

Your diet is gonna be ruined but your belly is gonna be happy sOO

You sprinted inside and ordered immediately

The order took a while, so you had time to look around a bit, who was eating this late and-

“SHUT THE HELL UP BRIAN”

You turned around to look what was happening

You had never heard someone shout that hard before

In a macdonalds

And there you saw,

The 5 guys, who you just saw performing

You turned back around in embarrassment again

Meet up after work? No thanks too awkward

You can barely speak in normal situations

Let alone AwKwaRd oNeS

Sadly, one of them noticed you

You heard some murmuring coming from the table and then finally

“Hey! Y/N!”

FUCK

you sighed

You turned around, trying to put up a natural looking smile

You walked to the table where the 5 of them sat, all crammed up together

Trying to eat all the food

Like 5 to 6 menus on a small table

How is it possible to ingest so MUCH FOOD

“Didn’t expect to see you here!” Young K admitted, looking excited.

“Yeah, I was craving something and this is the closest to where I live.”

He smiled at you, turning his head back to face the members

“Introduce mi to yor littel gurlfrend.” One of them said, in a very bad russian accent

Like very bad

you laughed anyways

To make it less awkward

But it got more awkward

Eventually young k introduced you to them one by one

They seemed to like you

he even offered to come sit with them and eat

You didn’t dare to say no

And tbh why would you say no? Theyre great

You were exhausted, but didnt have proper socializing in a longggg while

So you really needed it actually

Your food came in and you guys managed to get a bigger table

You talked about all kinds of stuff

You got to know young k better

He got to know you better

You kept catching eye contact with him

And sadly the other members noticed

The bad russian accent guy aka jae of course started to make fun of it

But you didnt really care

though, what was 12 at midnight soon turned into 2 am

You had to go because you had to work again the next day

Yay work!

You hugged everyone goodbye

The last one to hug was young k, which took the longest

You were ready to let go but he wasn’t and teased you

More of these kind of restaurant-binge-eating-moments happened

Every week or so you’d meet up with them to go to a restaurant and eat until you were to burst 

These kept happening more and more

But what were meet ups with the whole group soon turned into just with young k

And at first you didn’t even notice it

But when your friend pointed it out it looked a lot like a date 

you were suprised

You went to arcades and theme parks with him whenever both of you were free

you sometimes just drove around town jamming to music both of you enjoyed

or you would just watch movies and he’d most likely fall asleep while you were too focused on the screen to even realize he was asleep or he was checking you out who knows ;)

You didnt even really do your best to look good

Thats why you didnt see it as a date

But you always really enjoyed when you were around him

And missed him at times when he wasn’t around you

When it hit you,

You love him

The next “date” went different than usual

You noticed a nervous aura around you two

You didnt dare to ask about his feelings so you kept your mouth shut

But it felt like he was wanting to tell you something too

You drove around town listening to the music he put on

Every song he put on was about love

And you noticed it after a song or 2, 3

You looked at him and suddenly he pulled over

“Apparently the songs don’t work, so I guess I’ll have to confess a different way.”

You looked at him in confusion like ?????

what tf does he mean im-

You couldn’t even finish your thought

He just gently smashed his lips against yours

and you didn’t see it coming, but you don’t exactly want it to stop either

woohooooo this is getting heated ;)

Apparently he indeed see it as dates, but you were too oblivious to realize he liked you

like “pffft WhO LikEs SOmEoNE LIke mE?” 

BRIAN DOES, CAPISCE?

badabim bababoom yall are a couple now yay

this part kinda sucked forgive me, next part will be better hehe

i hope you enjoyed it!!! I’ll upoad the next part soon :))

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[pocket-scenarios]

Rumor - Young K

(Admin: Babyboiii, Hey again Bombi! I saw you changed your profile to Sebin, I think at least it’s him lmao, Angst K incoming lmao)

You jump at the sound of the lab door slamming spilling your beaker of water. You were about to turn and scream at the person until you realize it’s a very angry looking Younghyun and you have no idea why, but he seems like he’s on a mission. 

“Why are you in the Bio Lab?” You ask, trying to ignore the fierce glare that he tends to carry, “did something happen?” You continue to inquire.

“Are you cheating on me?” Younghyun practically spits out his tongue stuck out between his teeth for a moment before he presses the muscle to the inside of his cheek, leaning against the counter with his head slightly cocked to the side waiting for your response.

“Where would you get that from, when would I have time to cheat,” you say with a small laugh turning back to your breaker putting more water back into it, Younghyun takes the beaker from you sitting it on the counter.

“I’m not done talking,” Younghyun says flatly running his tongue along his top teeth, when Younghyun gets angry it seems like he almost can’t control the muscle, “what if I told you I heard it from your friend—your best friend actually,” you knit your eyebrows together, the only friend you have in your major is Wonpil.

“Wonpil?” You draw out your syllables in confusion, “I don’t know what you’re getting at Pil—we only talk about school work I never bring anything else up to him?” You say with a small laugh shaking your head at the absurdity of you actually cheating on someone as wonderful and caring as the Kang Younghyun.

“I don’t know, you went out with him didn’t you,” Younghyun mutters crossing one of his legs over the other resting his forearm on the counter still glaring in your direction but it seems to have let up a little.

“We studied and he told me about his money problems so I bought him a new jacket and dinner,” you explain with a heavy sigh, “I’m not going to expose his problems, but Wonpil he’s like a little kid, you’ve met the man,” you say with a whine stepping closer to Younghyun wrapping your arm around his own he closes his eyes letting out a heavy sigh of his own, his posture changing.

“You should have told me at least,” Younghyun mutters seeming to have calmed down finally.

“I have to finish my lab,” you pull away from him letting out a huff, “do you want to wait on me?” You ask with a laugh dropping your head slightly he shakes his head.

“I have homework,” he returns your laugh, “call me when you leave though, it’s late already,” he says softly, “it could be dangerous,” he says with a laugh.

“I’ll call,” you mumble sliding the beaker around the table, “talk to you later,” you say brightly glancing up at him he hums in response before backing out of the lab muttering bye a few more times before he actually leaves.

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[cjennies]

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been writing nearly as much as I said I was going to (school has me really busy lately) but I whipped this up for my dear friend @youngks-smile, I also wrote it to fit @day6imagines September Challange! I hope you all enjoy although the ending is a lil rushed :) Remember Liz, I love you

“Come. On. Dude. How long have you been talking to this girl?” Jaehyung sighed through his words, still baffled as to why his best friend still hasn't asked out the girl he has been head over heels for. The last few months or so she was the only thing on his mind,     “I don’t know,” Brian sheepishly mumbled, gazing down at the small bouquet of warm colored roses that he held in his hand. “About seven months.”     “Exactly, you’re doing this four months too late! You’re probably friendzoned by now Bri if I’m being completely honest with you,” Jae chuckled as he patted the younger boy’s shoulder over his grey blazer. “But hey, at least you look nice.”     “Yes, thank you for the real confidence boost.” Brian’s words were laced with sarcasm. Brian had never considered the idea of the “friendzone” until Jae brought it up. Now his nerves were buzzing and the butterflies in his stomach fluttered their wings even faster.

    “No problem Buddy.” Jae said with a cheeky smile plastered on his face before wishing his friend good luck and sending him off.     And with a deep breath, Brian was out the door. As he made his way to the quaint secluded coffee shop they visit quite often, Brian mentally prepared his speech he’ll most likely forget when he lays his eyes on her. She has always that effect on him. He rounded the corner and through the window he saw that the shop was empty.     He approached the usual barista behind the counter and she greeted him with a smile. “I’m guessing those are for her?” She asked while gesturing toward the flowers. Brian smiled with his free hand subconsciously going to the back of his neck and told the woman that she had guessed correctly. The barista has witnessed them come in and meet up in the shop on numerous occasions to either study or just hangout. Eventually the older woman became fond of the pair after seeing , always encouraging Brian to admit his feelings for the girl.      “So what are we having today?”      “Mmm, I’ll have just have black and a hot chocolate.” He told her with his lips turning upward when he spoke her order. She never really liked the dark liquid but, loves the aroma that it gave off. After he gave the woman the order he went and sat down in their designated booth.      He picked at his nails as he waited for her to arrive. The shop was too quiet for his comfort, he could hear his heartbeat with his own ears. He took a few deep breaths, in and out, in an attempt to calm his racing heart.      “Here you go dear.” The nice woman brought the drinks to the table before giving the boy a word of encouragement because they both know that she could walk in any moment. He silently thanked her and continued to mess with his nails. Only a few minutes later He heard the overhead door bell jingle and he knew. It was her.      “Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late, I needed to talk to my professor after class.” The girl huffed out an apology, she was slightly out of breath from her rushed trip to the shop.      Brian gave her a wide smile as she plopped down in the booth across from him and told her he didn’t mind. “How was your day?” He asked, trying to put off what he has been anticipating for the past hour.

     “It was fine, nothing to extraordinary,” She shrugged while pulling out a few assignments. “Oh wait, I got an e-mail today saying that the Korean course I signed up for is starting next week, I’m really excited for that! And I know I’ll have the best tutor.” The girl gave Brian a cheeky little smile while singsonging the last bit before taking a sip of her hot chocolate.      “Now why would I do that?” The boy laughed at her little implication.

     “Because you love me.” She chuckled from behind her cup, her words caused Brian’s heart to beat a little faster. “Anyways, How was your day? Why are you dressed so fancy?” 

     “Uhm.” Brian glanced down at the roses he has hidden in the booth next to him. “A little nervous.” He confessed.

     “Nervous? Why is that?” The girl questioned with genuine concern.

     Once again, Brian shifted his eyes to the bouquet and decided that it was either now or never. “Because,” He paused and brought the flowers into her view. “Liz, I was wondering if you uh,” The boy paused again to let out an anxious chuckle. “I was wondering if you would want to go out with me?”      His eyes met hers and he saw that she had a smile that just beamed, seeing her smile was one of the best sights he had ever witnessed and knowing he made it appear relaxed him a bit and caused him to let out a heavy sigh of relief.      “Of course I’ll go out with you! You nerd.”

     “Yah, you can’t call me a nerd while you have very in depth diagram of the brain sitting literally right in front of you.”

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[blu-joons]

HUSBAND DAY6 A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Kang Younghyun

A ⇴ AFFECTION

The two of you were very much a cuddly couple, even when the two of you were in public you would have your arms around each other’s waists, whilst still making sure that you were respectful of other people too.

B ⇴ BOYS

You hit it off with the boys pretty much from the get-go, with all of them making you feel incredibly comfortable. They’d heard enough about you from Younghyun to know that before they even met you that they’d like you, but when they eventually did greet you, they were even more impressed by you.

C ⇴ COMFORT

The best thing about Younghyun was the great advice that he always gave you whenever you were feeling down. He would listen to every single thing that you had to say to him about the situation, weighing up what could be helpful to you before sitting you down and helping you figure out how to fix things.

D ⇴ DOMESTICATED

Most of the jobs around your home were done together, Younghyun refused to let you do too much, no matter how busy he was. If there was a job that he could do, he would make sure to tell you to leave it for him to do when he got home. When you did the jobs anyway, despite what Younghyun had said to you, he would make sure to scold you and remind you that he had to do the jobs around the house too.

E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT

A lot of planning went into Younghyun’s proposal, he wanted every single detail, no matter how small the detail was, to be absolutely perfect to make sure that it impressed you. Younghyun was in no rush to propose to you so that he could make sure that everything was as he wanted it to be, relying on the boys for a bit of help too with the details that required an extra little bit of effort to complete.

F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING

Younghyun’s favourite thing about being with you was how content he was around you. He just couldn’t help but smile when he was around you, even when you were doing nothing at all. At times he would find himself just watching you without even realising that he was doing it, he was fascinated by you and enjoyed picking up on new habits that you had, always learning new things about you.

G ⇴ GOING OUT

Most of the time the two of you stayed in rather than going out, making the most of the time with one another and no interruptions. However, if someone invited the two of you out then you would usually end up going, making sure that you spent plenty of time with your friends as well as one another too.

H ⇴ HONEYMOON

Your honeymoon was left ultimately down to you, with Younghyun wanting to give you the honeymoon that you wanted. He wanted it to mainly be a thank you to you, with you sacrificing many trips because of his work schedule, he wanted to finally give you the holiday that you had dreamt of.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

The way that he looked after you was how Younghyun showed you that he loved you the most. He never failed to be a gentleman with you, he held doors, carried your bags, whilst with most men that seemed to disappear as your relationship progressed, they were habits with Younghyun that never seemed to be lost.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Seeing Younghyun be jealous was something that was incredibly rare, he was comfortable and trusting with you, and most people around you too. He tended to not get jealous, but more aware, if he could tell that you were getting uncomfortable or that someone was a little too close to you, he wouldn’t shy away from approaching the situation and usually positioning himself right by your side and holding your hand.

K ⇴ KIDS

From the very start of your relationship, you both knew that a family was what you both wanted, but only when you were ready. The two of you had many conversations, shared several dreams that you had too with each other, hoping that when the time was right several of those dreams would come true for you.

L ⇴ LAZY DAYS

There was always music involved whenever the two of you had a lazy day, often using the time to catch up on some new releases and hear some of the albums that had been released whilst you were busy. Whilst you tended to just listen to the music and scroll through your phone, Younghyun still searched for a little bit of inspiration from the songs despite the fact it was supposed to be a day off for him.

M ⇴ MORNINGS

Most mornings Younghyun would be up before you, and so he quite liked to make your morning a little bit easier whilst one step ahead of you. Quite often you’d wake up to see the things for breakfast laid out for you to make, or head into the bathroom to see your toiletries already on the shower floor.

N ⇴ NIGHTS

Getting Younghyun to switch off at night was often a bit of a challenge for you. Work was on the brain for most of the night with him, so it was up to you to help him destress and ultimately get a good sleep too.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Younghyun was obsessed with your laughter and how it always managed to brighten his day. A lot of inspiration came to him as a result of your laughter, especially the way that it always made his heart race with excitement.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

He loved to show you his music and play an instrument for you. His music was Younghyun’s strength, and he knew how much you loved to listen to it too. The moments when you would be both lost, with Younghyun playing and you just listening meant the world to him as he picked up on how invested you were in him.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Your wellbeing was one of the most important things to Younghyun and so he would ask you constantly how you were. The moment he felt something switch with you, he’d ask how you were just to be sure you were fine.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

When he wasn’t allowed to wear his wedding ring during a broadcast, Younghyun would wear it as a necklace instead to make sure that he kept it on him. Even if sometimes other people weren’t able to see it, you’d always know on the end of the chain as you watched him during his broadcast his wedding ring would be sat.

S ⇴ SILENCE

The two of you had your silent moments, but it was never really uncomfortable between you both. Quite a lot of the time the two of you would be comfortable in silence whilst resting and laying with one another, although most of the time Younghyun would play some music in the background whilst you rested anyway.

T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS

Younghyun’s best tip for making your marriage work was to be a team in everything. Neither of you ever did things alone, you picked each other up and were the first people to congratulate one another when things went well.

U ⇴ UPSET

Straight away he would be by your side whenever you were upset, he would refuse to leave your side until your tears stopped falling.

V ⇴ VISITS

Whenever you had time off, you’d stop by at Younghyun’s studio and bring him food, or a drink to make sure that he was looking after himself. You knew how hard he worked himself in the studio, so kept checking in on him.

W ⇴ WISH LIST

More than anything else Younghyun wished for you, he wanted to be there to support you in achieving your dreams like you did for him.

X ⇴ XXXX

Sweet kisses were by far Younghyun’s favourite to give to you. The innocence of a trail of pecks along your jaw or cheek always brought a smile to his face, not to mention how much he loved to see you blush too.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his biggest fan; you could always be found cheering Younghyun on with anything.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

The two of you fall asleep incredibly close to one another, bringing each other comfort whenever you’re sleeping, making sure that you’re as settled as possible by holding on to not feel alone as you rested.

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