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[wooahaes]

an act of caring for others

pairing: non-idol!husband!s.coups x gn!reader

genre: fluff. married life au. grad student!cheol mentions.

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: food mentions. sappy loving domestic life <3

daisy's notes: hes just so husband shaped idk what to tell u

In your married life, you never expected to become the kind of couple who hosted dinner parties regularly. 

Maybe “regularly” wasn’t the best word for it. It wasn’t as though the two of you hosted these nights every month or anything. Simply put: you learned a couple things in your two years of marriage. One was that several of your grad student husband’s friends were crushed underneath the weight of classes and jobs (you, thankfully, only had a job to worry about). Two was that a few of his friends couldn’t cook to save their lives (Wonwoo and Soonyoung and sometimes Vernon…). And three: you genuinely, truly loved cooking for other people. This one wasn’t exactly new, though. Sure, you loved cooking for your now-husband while the two of you were dating (sometimes he’d help where he could, always in love with the domesticity of it), but you loved cooking for your friends and family, too. 

A little over a year ago, you had invited his friends over with this ‘bring a side dish or a dessert, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to’ tacked onto the message. Hell, you’d mentioned that they could bring a lunchbox if they’d like to take leftovers—but they’d have to settle things out themselves. It was during that first night that you really got to listen to a few of them talking about life. You and Seungcheol were pretty lucky to not have to worry too heavily about things, since your job paid pretty damn well and you both also had family to fall back onto. But Joshua had been talking about how he kinda missed being in the U.S. sometimes because his mom only visited so often, and when you heard Seungkwan talk about missing Jeju and his family…

Well. It tugged at your heartstrings enough to ask Seungcheol how he felt about maybe picking a day every few months so that most of his friends could come together for a meal. He’d agreed pretty easily, admitting his own concerns over people like Junhui and Minghao who didn’t have family here. So the two of you started hosting little dinners here and there, always for people who were feeling homesick. Sometimes that would mean Seungkwan would call you up and ask if he could join the two of you sometime, other times it was Jun saying he would come help make dinner and Minghao would bring wine. 

Other times were like today: you and Seungcheol waking up early on a day you didn’t have to work, and immediately getting started in the kitchen after you’d had breakfast. This time, Seungcheol would have to stop helping in order to study for a bit since he had a test tomorrow morning in one of his classes, but that was fine. It was the prepwork that was the most hell, in your opinion: endless chopping and whatnot. 

You couldn’t help but admire him now. He was standing near the fridge, glasses sliding down his nose as he studied a recipe book, hair half-pulled up. Sometimes you thought that you would marry him again if he asked you, no matter how silly that would be. 

“You’re staring again,” he hummed, smiling. 

“I’m admiring, thank you.” 

He chuckled, turning to kiss you as you came closer. “I’m doing the math in my head,” he said, turning back to the book. “I might have to run to the store for more of this…” He tapped at something on the page, although you didn’t really care to look. You were still admiring him. He noticed a second later, and smiled into another soft kiss. “I hate that you’ll have to do the majority of the work this time…”

“I don’t mind,” you said. “I care about you and your friends. You can’t help that you need to study,” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “You’re almost done, y’know?”

“I know,” he said, dragging out the word. His arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you in closer. “But you already do a lot for me. Other people would be annoyed—”

“And other people aren’t me, so I don’t care. You’re studying hard to get farther,” you said. “I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t support you.” 

He smiled again, a charming look in his eyes as he gazed at you. Seungcheol was always so soft when he was near you, to the point where the tender look on his face was enough to make you cry on your wedding day. In turn, it made him cry, so you considered the two of you even. “I love you,” he said, soft as a promise. “Let me know if you change your mind and want Jun to come help. He said he didn’t mind—”

“It feels wrong to say yes,” you admitted. “I mean… We’re hosting. All the others need to do is show up.”

“Jun knows how many people we’re cooking for,” Seungcheol said. “There’s nothing wrong with needing help. Especially when I can’t help you.” 

With a sigh, you nodded. “I’ll think about it. Are you going to the store now?”

“Are you coming with me?”

Normally, you would… But duty called. You had things to keep working on. “Grab me something sweet?”

“I’ll be coming back—”

You swatted at his arm, but fell only deeper in love with the warm way he laughed at his own dumb joke. “Something chocolate, please,” you said. “We can share it if you want.” 

He stole one final kiss from you before he stepped away. “Whatever you want,” he promised. 

You purposefully waited until he was about to leave to call out to him. “I love you, too.” 

And, oh, that warm smile on his face made all of this work worth it. You would kiss that smile when the two of you went to bed tonight, exhausted from the long day and dinner that you had to put away any remains of when it was all said and done. And you would kiss that smile again tomorrow morning, just to remind him that you knew he could ace it.

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[wooahaes]

co-parenting

pairing: non-idol!hip hop unit & gn!reader

genre: fluff.

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: reader gets a cat (the hhu technically also get a cat). no real warnings other than cat.

daisy's notes: they said this is OUR daughter now btw

Today, you had finally expanded your little family (of one) by one more. A few hours ago, you had brought home this little black kitten that the cat sanctuary had named Boo. She was cute and playful and, honestly, pretty social for a kitten. Someone said that she had been socialized by whoever brought her litter in.

And, well, you had been a sucker for a black cat with a little pink nose. That was rare! And she was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. You’d gone in with the intention of maybe getting a little orange baby to call your own, but it was basically love at first sight with your beloved little Boo. You’d have to send a picture of her to Vernon—he knew some guy who’s last name was Boo. Maybe he could bring him around and get a picture of the two—

The apartment buzzer sounded and sure enough, it’d been Vernon. As though he read your mind, he stood there with a bag, abnormally smiley.

“Uh. Hi?” 

“Hey! You brought her home today, right?”

Right. You did tell the group chat that you would be bringing Boo home soon, and said something this morning about how today was the day. You’d already prepared everything else, all you had to do was pick her up. Vernon came into your apartment, and you secured the door, following him to where Boo had been exploring her surroundings still. She’d looked up at Vernon, immediately darting off to hide underneath your coffee table as she watched him carefully.

“Her name is Boo,” you told him, watching him slowly lower himself onto the floor. “I think the lady said that she named her siblings after Mario characters, actually. I dunno, I just liked it too much to change it.” 

Boo had changed her mind. Vernon good. Vernon had feather toy for her to chase. Boo approved of this human. She’d already made her way over, charging herself up to pounce on the toy before going after his fingers. Suddenly, you realized Vernon probably checked out mentally after you mentioned the kitten’s name. To be fair, you couldn’t really blame him: the guy loved cats. 

You went to pick up Boo’s water dish to fill, since you’d just set up things upon bringing her home… Only for the buzzer to sound again.

Sure enough, Wonwoo was standing there with Mingyu. This was not a coincidence. It literally could not be. 

“Hi?”

“We were in the area,” Mingyu said casually enough. “You brought her home today, right?”

While you were reeling from the fact that Mingyu said exactly what Vernon did earlier, Wonwoo glared at him for a moment—don’t make it obvious! “How are you?” Only for him to realize he heard Vernon’s voice a second later, peering into your apartment. “... Huh?”

Mingyu snorted from beside him. “Good job—”

“I didn’t know!” He said, waving a hand, “Really. I didn’t know about the kitten—”

You rolled your eyes. “I literally told the group chat. Vernon’s entertaining her,” you nodded back in his direction. “You can go see her. Just be careful not to scare her.”

Wonwoo grew flustered, thanking you before he made his way into your apartment. Mingyu chuckled, stepping into your apartment a moment later. He could already see Boo, standing in Vernon’s lap and fussing at him. “She’s cute,” he looked at you.

“Feels like you’re all only here for my spooky little daughter,” you crossed your arms. “You too, Gyu?”

He shrugged, taking a few steps over. “I saw the picture you sent before and I wanted to see her in person.”

Another roll of your eyes. Why were you friends with these guys again? Wonwoo had already sat down next to Vernon, extending a hand out for Boo to sniff curiously. She reached a little paw out, batting at his fingers to try and goad him into playing with her. Before you could warn them that Boo sometimes nipped a little too hard, there was a knock at your door. 

With a sigh, you turned, opening it to reveal the final member of the group chat. “Hi,” Seungcheol said, “Where is our daughter?”

You rolled your eyes. “With her other dads.”

He chuckled, following you into your apartment. “I knew the others would show up,” he said. “I did buy her something, though.” He passed you a slightly heavy bag. “I thought you could use it for her.”

He had bought her a little ceramic bowl with paw prints decorating it. With a pout, you looked up at Seungcheol. Sure, Vernon also bought her toys… But you knew Seungcheol was a dog person. He had to go out of his way to stop and buy you a little bowl for her. You’d use it for her food from now on in place of the other one—it could just be a back-up in case something ever happened to this one. 

If nothing else… At least you knew your own little self-made family loved your new spooky child as much as you did.

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[wooahaes]

morning glow

pairing: non-idol!95z & gn!reader

genre: fluff. kinda can be interpreted as romantic.

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: sleepy reader + hannie being tormented by cheol + shua. just silly fluff! vague mentions of food but none present in fic. vague alcohol mentions.

daisy's notes: idk what these guys have but i want it

Sometimes, despite loving Seungcheol and Joshua, you truly despised them. This morning was another one of those days. Let’s go on a walk together before we go home. You didn’t even remember which one of them said it: you were just dragged out of bed this morning by Seungcheol (Joshua was responsible for Jeonghan), and forced to bundle up for a morning hike in the woods. Despite the way you and Jeonghan had been leaning against each other for a few minutes, ready to nod back off (or just find a way to sneak back to bed), your tormentors had kept the two of you there. At least Joshua had been nice enough to kneel down and re-tie your shoes for you, only lightly teasing you for looking like you’d fall asleep any second.

“We can watch the sunrise together,” Seungcheol said, pulling an arm around your shoulders. “You’ll like it.” 

You mumbled something incoherent instead. Where was Jeonghan? You turned your head to see that Joshua was already holding his hand to keep him close, not letting him slip away too easily. 

“They’ll wake up more when we start going,” Joshua had been smiling, fingers intertwining with Jeonghan’s. 

Jeonghan tried to tug his hand free. “If we don’t run back.” 

Jeonghan could enjoy a nice morning. So could you, to be fair. But the four of you had stayed up late, drinking a little and joking about stupid shit for far too long. You should have known Seungcheol was serious about this walk when he stopped drinking early into the night, saying that all of you promised to go.

“I mean it!” Seungcheol called back over his shoulder. “I’m not letting you miss the sunrise out here. Both of you should have gone to bed when we did instead of staying up.”

Okay, maybe this was partially your fault. Could they blame you? The two of you had fun talking.

The autumn leaves crunched underneath each step you took, your body leaning against Seungcheol’s until you woke up further. Although he kept his hand in yours, you’d slowly straightened up over time, waking up more and more in the chilly morning air. Joshua and Seungcheol kept the conversation going while you stewed in your still-sleepy thoughts. Maybe if you could get out of Seungcheol’s grasp, you could steal Jeonghan and go back to the house. Maybe the two of you could cuddle up instead, too, and be warm and sleepy together. Yet the moment you started to wiggle your hand free, Seungcheol’s grasp tightened.

“You’re not going back,” he said, that teasing lift in his voice telling you that he knew exactly what was going through your head. 

Joshua laughed, so light and airy, and came up to your other side. His hand slipped into your other one, pulling it from its pocket, as he swung your arms. “Just one morning,” he said. “We won’t bother you two anymore.” 

Jeonghan sounded far more awake than you were, “You owe us breakfast.” 

“Done.” Seungcheol chuckled. “I think this is nice, though.” 

To be honest, it was. Despite the chill of an autumn morning, you liked the company you had. The air felt more refreshing, too. The leaves were changing and falling, and the crunch of leaves was satisfying. The sun wasn’t fully up yet, just high enough that it wasn’t completely dark out. At some point during this walk in the woods, it stopped feeling as though you were being dragged along and like you were spending some time with your favorite people. Seungcheol was bundled up warmly, although he finally let go of your hand at this point (maybe it was because Joshua still had your other hand—you couldn’t take off to go back to bed… which, at this point, you weren’t planning on it anymore) and unwrapped the scarf from around his neck. 

“Hold on.” With all of you stopped, Seungcheol had begun to wind the scarf around you, tucking it close enough that you’d stay warm. “If you’re cold, you should tell us.”

Of course he’d notice. Seungcheol always noticed the little things like that. Joshua looked at you as well.

“Do you need my jacket?” He asked, already reaching to mess with the zipper, “I don’t mind.” 

Jeonghan glanced at you, eyes darting back. Sure, the sunrise was tempting, but… Siding with Jeonghan? Even more tempting. All of you had a few more days, after all…

“Yeah,” you said, fiddling with the scarf. “Thank you, Shua.”

The gentle smile he had almost made your heart break. But he let go of Jeonghan’s hand, and immediately the two of you broke away, Jeonghan’s hand slipping effortlessly into your own. Amidst yours and Jeonghan’s cackles, you could hear Seungcheol whining as he took off after the two of you, Joshua calling you a traitor in the distance. Your lungs were aching in the morning air, heart racing as you and Jeonghan raced your way back to the house. By the time you made it there, you’d collapsed onto the front porch, leaning against Jeonghan as he laughed softly.

“Tomorrow,” he said out loud. “We’ll go watch the sunrise tomorrow.” 

With a giggle, you wrapped your arm around his. “Mmhm. Tomorrow,” you agreed. 

By the time the other two approached, having given up on chasing the two of you, the sun was rising in the sky. Seungcheol swatted at Jeonghan, pushing him to move closer to your side as he plopped himself down next to him. Joshua came to your other side, snuggling in to watch the sky with all of you.

“You were right, though,” you mused aloud. “It’s pretty out here.”

“There’s a better spot to watch it,” Seungcheol pouted, nodding toward the woods.

“Then show us tomorrow,” Jeonghan said, head resting on his shoulder.

Joshua squeezed your hip gently. “Alright,” he said. “I promised you guys breakfast.” He’d unzipped his jacket, draping it over your head, “but now you’ve gotta help.” 

Despite your groans in protest, the three of you followed Joshua back inside after admiring the sunrise for a moment longer. At least you were with the three people you adored most in the world.

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[wooahaes]

the aftermath of trick-or-treating

pairing: non-idol!jeonghan x gn!reader

genre: fluff. single dad!jeonghan au.

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: candy mention. slightly suggestive comments from jeonghan that lead nowhere (he's just here to tease a little hehe). single dad jeonghan (bc hes. cute :( <3)

daisy's notes: @twogyuu hi holly

The sound of tiny feet running around your home was enough to tell you that Jeonghan had finished trick-or-treating with his daughter. And if that hadn’t been enough to clue you in, the weight of your soon-to-be step-daughter throwing herself into your lap definitely was.

Jeonghan had chuckled to himself as he made his way inside, carrying that neon orange plastic pumpkin in one hand and his daugther’s coat in the other, a bag hanging off of his shoulder. “Ha-eun,” he called out, “be careful with the pumpkin hat.”

(You didn’t fail to notice that Jeonghan donned a pair of kitty ears—Ha-eun could get her way with puppy dog eyes any day.)

She merely let out a giggle, hugging you tight, her squishy pumpkin costume folding around her. She’d peeked up to your TV, noticing the frozen still on the screen. “What are you watching?”

“Nothing, baby,” you pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Scary things for adults. Can I see your pretty costume?”

With a gasp, she began to beam at the idea of showing off the costume Jeonghan had bought her. She hopped up, slowly turning around to show off the soft orange dress with little details to make it obvious it was a pumpkin—lines down it and leaves around the neckline. Jeonghan had painted her face to look like a jack-o-lantern, too. Jeonghan had told you that she picked it out herself after a long bout of deliberation at the store. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to be a princess, a pumpkin, or a skeleton this year. He’d tried to suggest that she could be all three if she went to Uncle Cheollie and gave him her puppy dog eyes, but she’d merely giggled and decided she would be a pumpkin because she’s always a princess (as told to her by Uncle Shua).

“How cute,” you mused aloud, smiling to yourself. Jeonghan had made his way over, settling into the spot next to you. 

He called out to her, picking up the tiny backpack that clearly belonged to her, “Why don’t you get changed? I’ll come help you wash off the paint and we can watch Halloween movies together.”

Ha-eun was strikingly mature for her age, and agreed easily due to the promise of movies (and snacks—she knew snacks would always be included in that promise). She ran off to get changed in your bedroom, the door shutting a moment later, and Jeonghan immediately turned to steal a kiss from you.

“I nearly took her to Joshua’s for tonight,” he mumbled. “I’ll just have to give you your treat later—”

Only for you to laugh, smacking at his arm. The two of you had agreed on this weeks ago: there was no way he was going to change his mind and deny Ha-eun of her movie night with her second favorite person in the world (... don’t tell Cheol or Shua that, though, Jeonghan had told you immediately after he spilled that little bit of information to you. Or Seungkwan, for that matter.), especially after you already made snacks. Jeonghan pulled away after pressing a second peck against your lips, pulling out a piece of candy from his pocket and pressing it into your hand.

“Ha-eun doesn’t like this kind,” he said, winking at you. “I stole it from the bucket when she wasn’t looking.” 

She’d never know it was missing either way, but you liked the way Jeonghan smiled at you like he was getting away with something. He got up to put the popcorn in the microwave, fetching the snacks you had made as you jot down the timestamp in the horror movie you’d been watching before changing it to something more family-friendly. Maybe you would forego the timestamp entirely and watch the movie with Jeonghan after you put Ha-eun to bed for the night. You heard the sound of his daughter coming back out of your room, calling out to her dad that she was ready to wash the facepaint off. All too soon, she had settled between the two of you again for movies.

And just as soon, she’d fallen asleep on top of you, exhausted from the exciting day. Jeonghan merely took the opportunity to lean over, smiling into the kiss he stole from you, all with the taste of candy on your lips.

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interrogation room

pairing: non-idol!96z & gn!reader

genre: fluff. goofy silly fluff

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: n/a just a silly interrogation of reader's housemates

daisy's notes: yes this IS a prequel to the seokmin fic-

“You may be wondering why I’ve summoned the three of you here today—”

“We all live here.”

Despite Wonwoo’s interruption, you took a deep breath. You pulled up a picture of yourself that you’d taken maybe a week ago, zoomed in specifically to the flannel you had been wearing there. Of course, you wanted to hold this interrogation until Soonyoung was home—but he hadn’t answered your texts, and this was the rare moment that most of you were in the same space and didn’t have anywhere to be.

“I left my flannel on the couch,” you said. “It’s one of my bigger ones so it’s extra warm and comfy… And now it’s missing.”

“Didn’t it get thrown in with the laundry?” Jun looked around. “It’s your favorite.”

“Why was it on the couch to begin with?” Jihoon piped up. “I thought we agreed—”

You shook your head, “That’s not the point right now, we can bitch about leaving clothes out later.” You turned your attention to Wonwoo, who had been quietly observing after that earlier remark. “Wonwoo?”

“I know of the flannel,” he said. “But if I wanted to borrow it, I would have asked.”

You nodded slowly, turning the thought over in your mind. He had a point. Wonwoo borrowed clothing from you before—a hoodie you owned, and a scarf another time. He’d always made a point of asking before he took things from you, and usually made sure you saw him returning them. “Okay. Jihoon—”

“I don’t wear other people’s clothes.”

Jun furrowed his brow. “You wore my hoodie yesterday?”

Jihoon’s face started turning red. “I don’t wear other people’s clothes often. I wouldn’t have worn your flannel anyway.” 

You marked Jihoon down in your mind as ‘occasional liar when embarrassed.’ You would focus on him again later, let him cool off first before you really turned the heat up on him (by literally asking again and promising you wouldn’t be that mad if he lost it). 

Before you could turn your attention to Jun, your phone went off. When you pulled it out, it was Soonyoung, saying something about how he had his own flannels. Why would he borrow one of yours? Which was fair enough: sometimes you and Soonyoung had similar fashion tastes. He wouldn’t need to borrow your flannel when he probably had one similar enough to it to pull his outfit together. 

“Jun.” You looked up. “Did you take it?” 

“It’s your favorite one,” he repeated. “I wouldn’t take it without you knowing.”

Wonwoo, despite finding a little amusement in how serious you were taking all of this, tapped your arm. “Are you sure it isn’t buried in your closet? I’ve seen it. We could lose Jihoon in there—”

“It’s not that bad!” You pouted. “But yes, it’s not in there, because I organized the damn thing while looking for it.” 

“Why do you need it so badly?” Jun spoke up. “I’m sure we’ll find it, but you’re acting really serious about this.”

For a moment, you debated not telling them. Yet you let out a sigh. “It’s my lucky flannel… and I’ve got a date on Saturday, and I really want it to go well because he’s really sweet, and—”

Jun waved a hand to stop you before you. “We’ll help you find it.”

“Is it Seokmin?” Jihoon asked after a moment, and when you nodded, he, too, nodded to himself. “I see.”

Despite the way your heart warmed at having your housemates care for you, you pouted. “Okay, so one of you had to have accidentally grabbed it. So that means—”

The door suddenly opened with a chime, and the four of you turned to see Soonyoung making his way inside. His headphones were on, and he was bobbing his head to whatever song he was listening to. He paid little to no attention to any of you as he stopped to slip out of his clunky shoes and into his house slippers, eyes pinned to his phone as he stepped up. 

“YOU!” 

Soonyoung’s head jerked up, pulling his headphones off. “Huh?”

Flannel thief located. “I asked you if you’d seen it!”

“Seen what…?”

Jun leaned back in his chair enough to peer around Jihoon, “You’re wearing their flannel. It’s been missing for days.”

Soonyoung stood still for a moment, looking down at himself. The flannel still had one of your favorite pins attached to the breast pocket, a clear sign that this was your flannel he’d accidentally stolen. “... Isn’t this mine?”

Soonyoung: Exit pursued by four housemates yelling. 

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a little less daunting

pairing: non-idol!3racha & gn!reader

genre: comfort fic.

word count: ~0.7k

warnings: reader is Going Through It. food mentions. depression mentions.

daisy's notes: i need them :(

Sometimes it felt like your friends always  knew when you needed them the most. Case in point: they had shown up to your apartment with homemade food while you were in the throes of your third crying fit in the past few hours. The bad part was that they had caught you, but the good part… Well… You trusted them, plain and simple, to be kind to you now. It was hard getting to this point, sure, but the feeling of Changbin’s arms around you was unmatched by anything else.

Chris had taken initiative, his hug warm but fleeting as he called Jisung over to help him set your little dining table so the four of you could enjoy dinner together. Changbin, on the other hand, had settled into his task pretty easily: hugging you. His arms were strong around you, making you silently thankful for how often the guy worked out. He was built like a teddy bear in your opinion (as were Chris and Jisung—maybe you had a type when it came to close friendships…?), and just as snuggly as one. Every time you tried to pull away, he’d whine at you. Of course, you knew Changbin well enough to know that if you needed to get up, he’d let you go the moment you said something. Changbin knew you well enough to know that too much affection made you feel guilty.

So did Chris and Jisung. That was kind of the reason Chris told Changbin to “not let you go” unless necessary. 

“You guys really don’t have to do this,” you said, arms wrapped around Changbin now (he’d let you go long enough to let you turn around, so you could fully embrace how cuddly he was). “I mean it.”

“And I’ve already told you that we wanted to,” Chris was rooting around in one of the drawers. “Did you rearrange shit?”

You suddenly remembered your two-in-the-morning need to do something, to rearrange something, and how that manifested in you dumping out your drawers, washing everything inside, and rearranging everything. There was a reason you’d been using and rewashing the same few utensils for the past few days. “... Maybe.”

Changbin squeezed you a little tighter, raising his voice as he looked to Chris, “Check the other drawer already, we’re hungry.”

Jisung pulled open the drawer closest to the sink and immediately found what he and Chris been looking for. “Why are they over here…?”

“Because I thought moving the drawer next to the sink would make doing dishes easier,” you whined. “And now every time I’m by my microwave, I keep reaching into the wrong drawer.” 

Chris shook his head, already opening up a cabinet to find cups. “I’ll fix it.” 

“You don’t have to—”

“It’s fine,” he said. “When’s the last time you cleaned?”

For a moment, you said nothing. When was the last time you really cleaned…? You’d been decent about bagging up and taking your trash out, but washing things and whatnot? 

“Nevermind. We’ll take care of it,” Chris sighed, shaking his head. Fuck, you failed again. He set the cups aside, making his way over to wrap his arms around you and Changbin. “If you’re struggling, all you have to do is call me. I’ll come over.” 

“Call us,” Jisung said as he quickly approached. “That’s what we’re here for.”

Part of you wanted to refute it. They were your close friends, nothing more—but Chris had always insisted that you all were practically family now. Instead, you stayed silent, and shut your eyes for a moment, just savoring the warmth of having friends who loved you showing it in so many ways. You felt the kiss that Chris pressed against the top of your head before he pulled away, saying something about how he’d looked up some of those recipes you’d talked about before and hopefully made the right one. He’d dragged Changbin and Jisung over to his place hours ago just to make a couple other things for the four of you to share…

And suddenly the world felt a little less daunting, at least for a minute.

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sturdy leaves

pairing: non-idol!dino x gn!reader

genre: fluff + established relationship au. reader (+ seungkwan) is an elementary school teacher.

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: reader is referred to as 'pretty' once (due to the look on their face).

daisy's notes: m... men... being loving........ collapses onto ground.

Chan sat on the ground with you, sitting on a blanket because the cold autumn ground was awful to sit on, and realized just how much he loved you. When you’d turned down his offer to go out this morning because you had work to do… He’d merely offered to come keep you company. He had listened to the soft hum you let out, phone pressed warmly against his ear, and waited. He waved away Seungkwan before he could tease him for the sappy expression on his face, and made his way toward the kitchen.

“I’m collecting leaves for my kids arts and crafts projects this week,” you’d said after a moment. “It’s not exactly fun work. It’s kinda cold out, too—”

“I’ll do it!”  He had said immediately, “I’ll come help you.” 

Seungkwan had muttered something about how whipped Chan was for you. Chan merely ignored him this time. Normally, it’d make him bicker: at least I’m dating someone! which would be met with at least I get to see them every day, because Seungkwan never let Chan live without knowing that the two of you wouldn’t have met without him. But Chan disappeared into his room, immediately bundling up. You’d told him to come to the park to find leaves with you, and he was there as fast as he could. 

He’d leaned against you a little, sorting through a pile of leaves you’d swept up together. Chan liked to watch how careful you were in picking out leaves for your elementary school students. He’d tried to be picky, too: nothing too small, or too limp, or too broken, or too… well, weak? The ones that were perfect for stepping on because they crumbled immediately with that beautiful crunch. They needed to be sturdy, and Chan had already broken a few while searching through. 

“So… What are you doing with them?”

“Making little ghosts,” you hummed. “We’ll paint them white together and draw on little faces.”

It sounded cute. “Is that all?”

You dropped another golden leaf into your bag. “Seungkwan’s making the owls for our class, too. And I think we’re going to have them trace leaves, too, for this watercolor art thing.” You paused after a moment. “You could come by after school and see.”

He smiled a little to himself. “Really?” 

“The kids are so creative, y’know,” you already had this fond, sweet smile on your face that Chan longed to kiss. There was always something so tender in your voice whenever you talked about your students. Sure, you had your complaints sometimes, but you (and Seungkwan: Chan saw that same spark in him, too) loved your job wholeheartedly. “I always like doing crafts with them,” you said. “We get to teach them about the seasons and leaves changing… and create some cute things for the classroom, too.”

Sometimes… Chan wished that he was the one teaching alongside you. But honestly, he was glad you and Seungkwan had each other to fall back onto. Chan liked being outside of that world, always right there to give you an escape from all of it. He’d helped you grade multiple choice tests and quizzes before, always happy to press a sticker onto them whenever applicable. Hell, he liked buying you more stickers to use on your students’ work. There was something so endearing about how happy you’d get, always thrilled to see that he’d been thinking about you. But he was glad to exist outside of the world itself, happy to talk to you about whatever project was going on at his own work—you’d always said you liked hearing about other adult problems after spending so many hours with kids and your fellow teachers. 

“I’d love to,” Chan said after a moment. “I like seeing what the kids make.”

“You don’t have to lie,” you teased. “You like seeing me.”

He chuckled, “I love seeing you. I like seeing the craft-things. There’s a difference.”

You leaned in to steal a quick kiss. “I know,” you hummed. “I just like to hear you say it.” 

Only for you to pull away from him the moment you heard a kid’s voice yell out in recognition, one of your students having spotted you while out with her dad. She’s already taken off running toward you, and you rose to greet her. The man immediately grew flustered as he scooped her into his arms, promptly apologizing to you—she was excitable, and there was something else about how you were one of her favorite teachers ever.

Chan just smiled to himself as he watched you crouch down a little, talking politely to your student while showing her one of the leaves you’d collected. “Isn’t it pretty?”Yeah. That kind look on your face was pretty. And Chan would sneak a picture of it whenever he could, just so he could commit it entirely to memory.

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impulse

pairing: non-idol!hoshi x gn!reader

genre: acquaintances to lovers.

word count: ~1.0k

warnings: soonyoung learns he was cheated on. reader recounts being cheated on. some mutual pining between soonyoung and reader. alcohol mentions.

daisy's notes: manifesting 2024 being A Year. not even a good or a bad one. just let it be a year.

Soonyoung was starting to really regret coming to this party.  Not only was he single on New Years Eve, but his ex was there—and she had a new boyfriend. Jihoon had already pulled him aside twice now, saying that if Soonyoung was bothered by it, he'd say the word to Seungcheol. Seungcheol had been friends with her, after all, but he would ask her to leave if he needed to. Both times, Soonyoung turned down the offer. But now he was standing outside, wishing he hadn’t. 

She broke up with him a year ago. And, when approached by Minghao while he was alone, the new boyfriend said they’d been together for a little over a year now. 

It wasn’t hard to do the math, and it was too close to midnight for Soonyoung to say something. He’d tell Seungcheol later, though, and buy Minghao whatever meal or drink or art supplies he wanted for immediately telling Soonyoung. Sure, it stung for Minghao to break the news to him after he pulled him onto the balcony, but it still meant a lot. He didn’t have to tell him at all, or even tonight, and yet he did (and he’d stayed long enough to ask if Soonyoung wanted to talk or leave, that he’d go with him if he did). Soonyoung let out a sigh, the rest of his beer having been dumped into the sink. Sure, getting drunk would probably numb the pain, but his good mood had fully been soured and he didn’t want to drink the feelings away.

“Soonyoung?”

He looked up to where you had stood in the glass doorway, stepping out after a moment, and immediately felt his heart leap into his throat. Oh no. Not you. Seungcheol knew how Soonyoung felt about you ever since he introduced you two a few months ago. Except you had a boyfriend you dumped a week later (Seungcheol had canceled plans with Soonyoung to go comfort you), and Soonyoung never found the right time to try and ask you out. Hell, what if you were still hurting? He shoved that away. You were being nice now, weren’t you? You probably saw him sulking and decided to come check on him…

So he finally spoke up. “Hi.” His voice felt smaller than usual, but that was whatever. “Sorry—I’m not in the mood for a party, and Jihoon’s my ride.” 

You slowed to a stop next to him, leaning against the railing. “That’s okay. I just wanted to come check on you.” 

Soonyoung looked at you, brows drawing together. “Did Minghao…?”

“I, uh, overheard.” You drummed your fingers against the railing’s edge. “I mean—I didn’t know. But I asked Seungcheol, and he pointed out your ex, and I kinda put two and two together…” 

Soonyoung looked away, staring out at the city lights. “Yeah, I… I didn't want to make a big deal out of it.” 

“The countdown’s starting soon,” you said. The door had been left cracked open a little, and the two of you could hear people laughing at something inside. “Just thought I’d let you know.”

He just nodded, arms curling around himself. It was cold, but Soonyoung hadn’t let it bother him too much. He’d grab his jacket and leave with Jihoon after midnight. That had been the plan, after all. 

“It really sucks to get cheated on,” you sighed. “But I kinda wish you found out a different way. It’s a lot easier to hate someone when they tell you face to face, I guess.” 

Soonyoung looked over. “You…?”

With a sigh, you shoved your hands into your jacket’s pockets. “You don’t know him since we met, like, right before I dumped him. But I was dating this guy for a while and everything was going great… and then he told me he’d slept with a few people.”

“A few?!”

A bitter laugh bubbled past your lips. “I dumped him on the spot. Seungcheol ended up coming over while he gathered his shit. He wasn’t on the lease or anything, so he was just getting his stuff to go back to his apartment, but I didn’t really wanna be alone with him, y’know?” With a sigh, you looked at Soonyoung. “I mean… I don’t wish that you found out like that. But I wish you didn’t find out through someone else, y’know? She’s the one who fucked up,” you poked him in the middle of his chest, “not you. The least she could do is fucking own up to it.” 

Soonyoung nodded slowly. “Right… Sorry, by the way. That’s awful.”

You shrugged. “It is what it is. It hurt a lot, but… I think I became okay with it after a while. I’m never gonna forgive him, sure, but I realized that I couldn’t blame myself for it anymore. It’s not my fault he did that.”

“Right,” Soonyoung nodded. “Hey, um… I know it’s not the right time, but—”

“It’s starting!” Seungcheol yelled out, and when Soonyoung looked back, he’d made eye contact with him. A nod. Just so you know. 

People started to countdown inside. Ten…. Nine…

“Soonyoung?”

Eight… Seven…

“Can I kiss you?” He spoke quickly, words blending together.

Six… Five… 

You blinked in surprise. “What?”

Four… Three…

“Can I kiss you—”

Two…

Immediately, you nodded. “Yes.”

At the turn of the year, Soonyoung’s lips smashed down onto yours a little too forcefully. Yet you kissed him back, a hand curling around the back of his head, almost guiding him a bit. Soonyoung could hear the cheers inside of people celebrating the new year, and yet all he could think about was the fact he was kissing you now. You drew back, gazing at him with this longing look in your eyes as you smiled.

“I think… I’m free on Friday.” 

He stared at you, almost about to question it before he understood. “Oh!”

“Can you wait that long for me?” You teased a little. Your hands rested on his hips now, and Soonyoung could feel his heart racing. “I’ll buy dinner.”

He smiled at you, hands still on your cheeks. “I’d like that,” he said softly. “Happy New Year, by the way.”

With a giggle, you pecked his lips. “Happy New Yeah. Let’s make it a good one.” 

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a family of your choosing

pairing: non-idol!danceracha & gn!reader.

genre: fluff. chosen family <3

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: food mention. hyunjin and reader bicker a lil but it's not serious (reader is the hidden paboracha member lmao /j)

daisy’s notes: ngl. i kinda feel like these three would be the chill ones to go camping with.

“Is the thing secure now or not?”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes from underneath the table where he’d had to re-secure the table after it flopped over earlier. With half of you dedicated to cooking, it meant you and Hyunjin would be there to help out with anything else. Minho and Felix had been looking through the ingredients they brought, deciding to go ahead and make army stew tonight since it was supposed to get chillier tonight compared to the next few days. You had offered yourself and Hyunjin to help set up the makeshift kitchen for the other two, and, despite the way he’d given you a ‘are you serious?’ look for half a second (he’d been mid-drawing and annoyed at having to stop when he was just getting into a groove). Now his annoyance was because you had been the one to try and put up the folding table, only to apparently miss something in the process. You’d taken over moving the heavier things over, but it was a table of all things.

“How come I had to fix this?” He clicked his tongue, crawling up and shaking the table with enough pressure to ensure that it was secure now. When it didn’t collapse, he leaned against it further, just to test it. 

You pouted. “I don’t know–I missed something!”

“It’s a table!” He stood up straight. “You offered to set it up!”

“I moved the other stuff—”

“The kids are fighting again!” Felix called out from where he’d been pulling out a cutting board.

Minho had run back to grab the portable stove, and was nearing the group. “Stop fighting,” he called out, half-hearted as he walked past the two of you to grab a small plastic packet off the ground. It had once held screws—one of which you had missed in putting up this table. “You’re scaring the cat.”

Felix’s head jerked up as he looked at Minho. “Wait, am I the cat?”

“Clearly. That’s why you’re my favorite.”

Immediately, you and Hyunjin began to voice your complaints. What did he mean that Felix was his favorite?! Minho swore he didn’t play favorites with his friends—at least, he did last time the two of you called him out on giving Felix special treatment. He’d been kind enough to speak to both of you with the same thing Felix already knew: Minho was never going to joke around with someone who he felt couldn’t handle his sense of humor. Felix was sometimes softer than the two of you, and he was merely mindful of that. 

Then again, he was also Felix. If you were forced to pick a favorite person, Felix would probably be it… and not just because you were the first person he texted whenever he had leftovers from cooking and his roommate wasn’t around (you lived the closest to him, after all). 

With yours and Hyunjin’s jobs completed, the two of you could finally sit back and watch as the other two started to cook. Hyunjin had busted out the little portable paint palette from his bag to use later, curling up in the other fold-up chair as he flipped to a new page. You had brought along a few books and a little book light to clip onto it, and pulled out the soft, plush blanket to drape over your legs. With the four of you, this trip was more peaceful. Minho had been tasked with making the ramyeon, and you could hear the sound of Felix chopping up other ingredients, humming to himself. The atmosphere was nice, even if you could feel the slight chill nipping at your skin. The leaves had turned for the season, and you’d snapped pictures of the scenery earlier—as did Hyunjin, saying something about how he’d maybe paint it later on. He liked the lighting at the time, though, and wanted to capture it like that. Life with your friends was good. Hyunjin kept stealing glances at you as he sketched. Felix brought up something that happened at work the other day. Minho listened attentively, nodding along and asking questions. All you did was sit by and watch, appreciating your friends for a while.

(And maybe you’d sneak into the brownies Felix brought along when grabbing a bottle of water, passing one to Hyunjin as subtly as you could.)

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sharpshot

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff.

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: food mentions. reader and mingyu being flirty idiots. mentions of wonwoo getting the flu in the bg but he's not present.

daisy's notes: i hate him (said w heart eyes) !! imagine seeing his cute ass working at a darts booth. id die!

Fuck, why was the guy running the darts booth so handsome?

You had come here yesterday with a group of friends who had never gone to this particular festival before. To be honest, you had a pretty nice time! You won one of them a little stuffed frog since Minghao was rarely in the area for long and you wanted him to have a gift. You split a funnel cake with Soonyoung, who cheekily wiped away the caramel and powdered sugar from the corner of your mouth with a teasing comment about how you’d been distracted by ‘him’ again. Chan had gone on several rides with you when the others didn’t feel like going, happy to take one for the team and keep you company. Other times, Jun had been the one to sit out with you, enjoying a snack with you because you never gave up the chance to have festival foods. 

And now… You had dragged along your two roommates with you. Seungkwan, who read you like a goddamn book after Chan told him what was up, and Seokmin, who knew the fucker. 

“Oh him? That’s Mingyu!” Seokmin had said after Seungkwan pointed him out. “We went to college together. I can introduce you, if you want.”

Technically, Mingyu kind of knew you. He recognized you immediately as ‘the person from yesterday’ and asked about your boyfriend.

“Minghao isn’t my boyfriend,” you said with a little too much force. Fuck. Rewind. Backtrack—

“Oh, he isn’t?” Mingyu leaned against the counter. “Is he?” He nodded toward Seokmin. 

“Roommate,” Seokmin had raised a hand, chuckling. “So is he,” he nodded over toward where Seungkwan was pouting a distance away. You had promised him hot chocolate first, and now you were ‘probably going to chat up Mingyu.’ “They’re single.”

Before you could say anything else, Mingyu chuckled. “Good.” 

Oh, you knew a sign when it was practically neon lights flashing in front of you. You opened your wallet, shoving money into Seokmin’s hand and saying something about getting you a hot chocolate… and to take his time coming back (spoken under your breath where Mingyu hopefully didn’t hear). Seokmin merely chuckled and wished you luck, going back to Seungkwan and walking off with him. Which meant it was you, Mingyu, and whatever unfortunate soul came over to try their luck at the game.

Which, weirdly enough, didn’t work out too badly. 

“My friend usually runs this,” Mingyu told you. “Wonwoo ended up with the flu this week, and since he already had the spot paid for and everything set up… I told him I could do it.” 

Handsome and caring? “That’s sweet of you,” you hummed.

“He said I could keep half of what we have leftover,” he admitted after a moment. “But I would have done it anyway.” 

You leaned against the counter, resting your arms on the metal as you gazed up at him in the trailer. “Why?”

He, too, leaned against it to gaze at you. If he wanted to, he could quite literally kiss you if he just leaned down. “You get to see people happy sometimes,” he said. “Sometimes they’re only getting small prizes,.. But they’re still cute. Like the frog you won yesterday.” 

You hid a bashful smile behind your hand, Right. You chose it because Minghao liked it, but you’d found it cute, too—even though it was one of the smaller prizes. “Can I try again?”

His eyes lit up a little. “Oh?” He stood up. “Sure.”

You slid over the money, and he handed you the five darts before stepping out of the way. “Is it five to win one of the big ones?”

“Only four of the red balloons,” Mingyu said, pointing them out. “It’s supposed to be five, but I like giving them out. Three, if you’re a kid.” 

All you had to do was pop four of the red balloons to get a big one. Gold ones would net you anything smaller, but there were far more of those than there were red ones. You weren’t horrible at darts, to be fair—yesterday you were more distracted by Mingyu than anything else. Today, you had a new goal. Pop! One red balloon burst as your first dart pierced it. Pop! A second…

“Are you some kind of expert?” Mingyu chuckled.

You shrugged. “My friend has a bar. I reign supreme at darts.” 

Another chuckle, warmer than before. Endeared to you. You threw another dart through the air, popping yet another red balloon. And then another, before you looked at Mingyu.

“How many for you to say yes to a date?”

He crossed his arms, leaning against the trailer wall. “Five.” You could see it in his eyes that he was lying. I’d say yes if you asked me outright, though. 

With another pop of a red balloon, Mingyu had already written something down and slid it across to you. “I close up at nine,” he said. “And I haven’t eaten since lunch, so if you want…”

You’d treat him to whatever he wanted as long as you got to see his cute face again after this.

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on the house

pairing: non-idol!seungmin x gn!reader

genre: fluff.

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: food mentions. reader has a golden retriever. reader and seungmin crushing on each other like idiots btw.

daisy's notes: also hi isa @sseastar thank u for help on this one as well!! <3

Seungmin liked the familiarity of the farmers market. The faces he saw regularly, both in terms of customers and other vendors, and the fact he could always find something interesting when his grandfather gave him a small break to explore. It wasn’t monotonous in the slightest (that’s where the interesting things helped), but… if there was one constant he could count on, it was you.

See, Seungmin barely remembered when you started coming here. All he knew was that you did, because you’d always walk your golden retriever through, and you’d always stop by this stall to see what jams and whatnot his grandfather bought this time. Your pup (Juniper, you once told him, like the berry? You can call her Junie, though) was always so well-behaved, even though she always knew Seungmin was carrying treats in his pockets (mainly for her). He’d chat you up as you looked through the selection, sometimes kneeling down to give Junie her treats and attention. He liked the cute bandanas you had loosely tied around her, just barely hiding her collar, and the way she sat dutifully by your side. You’d always told him that Juniper loved seeing him.

But Seungmin, thankfully, was not an idiot. It was you. You liked seeing him. You had a crush on him. And, no, it did not take someone else pointing it out to him for him to realize.

(He didn’t realize it until his grandfather let it slip that you’d come by twice until he told you Seungmin was too busy with exams to be there. That he would be back on Saturday, though, and sure enough… There you were, casually strolling past.)

For a while, Seungmin had just assumed you really liked jam. Or that you were a fan of fruit, since you sometimes bought some from their stand as well. The jam was the showstopper of it all, though: it was what people always loved the most, and you’d always complimented it when you came by. Yet figuring out that it was him you were coming for made a lot more sense. Sure, he liked the jam, too, but he couldn’t imagine himself stopping by constantly to survey the different kinds. Learning that you were crushing on him made him a little more smug, though: you were cute, and he liked you enough from your talks…

So when you came by later that week, Seungmin had a plan. His grandpa always ended up helping other customers, sending Seungmin over to you to help you make your selection and pay. Conversation always came easy to the two of you: he’d ask you about college, you’d ask him about college, and then you’d start talking about something silly that happened. Sometimes about Felix (he’s just my friend!) or Hyunjin (also just a friend–I’m single, haha) and something that they said…

“You know,” Seungmin was picking up a jar of strawberry jam, carefully wrapping it to keep it secure. “You don’t have to keep buying so much jam. I know you want to see me.”

“What?” Your eyes went wide, and for a moment, Seungmin wondered if he fucked up. Yet he saw the way you averted your gaze, pouting a little as you grew more flustered. Oh. He caught you outright. “Junie wants to see you. Not me.” 

He chuckled. “Right… Just Juniper.”

“I’m here for the jam,” you said, still not meeting his gaze. The moment your eyes flickered back to him (just to his hands), you tore them away immediately, too embarrassed to even look at him now. “Nothing else. It’s not like I like you like that—”

Ah. He’d have to never mention that to anyone. Jeongin would tease him and say something about you ‘stealing his line’ since Seungmin… wasn’t always the most up front with his feelings. This time had been different: one of you needed to make a move, and Seungmin didn’t want your wallet to hurt any further than it already did. 

“Grandpa said you came by when I was busy with exams,” he said, “and that you suddenly didn’t come back until Saturday since he told you that’s when I’d be back.”

“That means literally nothing. You carry treats for Juniper. Why would I subject her to expecting to see you?” You finally gathered your nerves enough to meet Seungmin’s gaze for a minute. “Maybe if your grandparents didn’t make good jam—”

He chuckled, picking up one of the mini jars while his grandfather wasn’t looking. He jotted down his number on a sticky note, placing it into the bag.

“Wait, I didn’t—”

“It’s on the house,” he said. “Just call me later. I’ll be mad if you don’t.” 

You snatched the sticky note off the top of it, shoving it into your pocket for safekeeping. “Then pick up when I do… or I’ll be mad if you don’t.”

He’d make sure to answer on the first ring if it meant seeing your flustered face again soon… outside of the farmers market.

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world's worst vampire

pairing: non-idol!vampire!hoshi x gn!reader

genre: vampire au. vaguely fluffy?

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: hosh feeding off of reader. blood mentions. reader calling hosh a dumbass at one point.

daisy's notes: what if hes just. <3

Soonyoung was probably the worst vampire in the goddamn world at being a vampire.

While he didn’t talk much about the circumstances leading to him being turned, Soonyoung sometimes wondered if it was worth it to be alive forever. He always went out on sunny days and forgot his umbrella (which usually net him a slight sunburn from having sensitive skin, and a massive loss of energy as he recovered), he’d forget to retract his fangs when he wasn’t feeding, and he even forgot to feed sometimes. Soonyoung was a busy  man! He had too much to do! Too much he liked doing! Sometimes he just… forgot that food alone wasn’t enough to sustain him the way it used to, even after he’d lived this long.

Which was why he knew it was you who pounded at his door to try and get a response. Minutes later, he could hear the telltale chime of you entering into his apartment. He hadn’t responded to your messages in days, too fatigued to move more than necessary. His supply had run out, and he wasn’t going to see Jihoon until he came tonight with the next batch (why bother him while he was working? He could make it, he was fine). Soon enough, his bedroom door flew open, and you were making your way over to him. His skin was a little clammy, and he’d grown a little paler from the lack of nutrition, and he could see the frustration in your eyes as you looked him over.

With a sigh, you drew back your sleeve, thrusting your wrist into his face. Soonyoung just wrapped his cold fingers around it, drawing it in and pressing a kiss against where he was hyper-aware of your pulse.

“Drink.” 

His eyes found yours in the low light. “I’ll be fine—”

“I said drink, dumbass, so I can be mad at you for not calling me when you’re better.” 

Despite his lack of energy, Soonyoung pushed your wrist away. He pushed himself to sit up, fatigue settling into his bones too heavily. 

“Soonyoung—”

“I don’t like drinking from your wrist,” he said quietly. “Can I…?”

With a sigh, you’d reached up to the buttons of your collar. You popped the top ones, loosening your collar as Soonyoung moved in. His nose brushed against your neck as you let your head fall back, giving him better access to the skin. He always would press a tiny kiss against your skin before sinking his fangs into you. You’d never understand why books and movies made this out to be hot and sexual: it hurt. Soonyoung’s venom would always numb it a little, like a mosquito, but you’d always feel lethargic and lightheaded from the loss of blood when he was done. You shut your eyes, though, and let him feed as he needed to.

Sooner than you thought, he’d pulled away, planting another kiss against his bite mark. “Thank you,” he murmured, pulling away. He’d always trace the tiny drops of blood that rose to the surface, licking them from his fingers as he watched the wound close itself up—another side effect of his bite. “Jihoon’s coming tonight. I’ll drink then.” 

With a sigh, you slumped against him. “I don’t get why you don’t just call me.” 

“Don’t wanna bother you,” he mumbled, pulling you in a little bit closer. He trailed his fingers down your arm, pressing another kiss against the side of your face. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” 

“I don’t mind if you need it, Soonyoung.” 

He knew that. He always knew that you (and Jun and Wonwoo…) were always a call away if he was starving and Jihoon couldn’t bring him blood in time. He didn’t need to torture himself, and yet he couldn’t help but feel guilty at doing it. He saw the way it affected other people. The way you’d always need to sleep a little afterward, or the way Wonwoo always seemed to get a little paler, yet insisted he was fine–that he just needed to drink something and maybe eat a light snack, too. He saw the way Jun didn’t hide the way it could hurt, too. Not in the way you did, expressions always carefully measured. Staying alive for him could mean hurting the ones he loved if his supply ran out, and he’d rather just deal with the lethargic feelings for a couple days than see that happen.

Soonyoung curled one hand around the back of your neck, the other supporting your back as he turned you over so you could lie down on your side. “It’s okay,” he murmured, stealing a kiss against your lips this time. “It’s my turn to take care of you. Let me get your snacks and then we can cuddle.”

Before he could pull away, you reached out, a hand cupping his cheek. He turned his face, pressing a kiss against your palm, and pulled away to begin the steps of taking care of you. And that meant pressing little chocolate snacks against your lips, teasing you gently before pulling you in to snuggle for a while. At least he would repay the favor like this.

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[wooahaes]

caught in a downpour

pairing: non-idol!97z & gn!reader

genre: fluff. silly friends going on a camping trip that goes wrong.

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: food mentions. rain/storm mentions.

daisy's notes: reader w their sunshine bf & their artsy bf & their goofy bf, tbh.

“Let’s go camping,” they said. “It’ll be fun!” they said. It was fun… for about one day before you woke up to heavy rain pelting your tent.

The four of you had managed to take care of things pretty damn quickly. Divide and conquer, pack everything into the car, and leave. There’d been maybe a minute or two of debating whether to leave things and come back, but Minghao had been the one to insist that the four of you just get everything and leave. You could go camping another time together, and maybe the weather wouldn’t take an unexpected turn (unexpected for Seokmin and Mingyu: not you, or Minghao, who mused aloud that the sky looked dark yesterday evening and even darker in the distance). Thankfully, most things were put up and it was merely  the four of you taking down your tents and throwing them into the back of Mingyu’s van. By the time the four of you were in the car, you were dripping rainwater everywhere. Mingyu had voiced a complaint (his car! His seats!), but he would merely have to deal with it. You were soaked to the bone, Seokmin was shivering and turning the heat up, and Minghao looked like a drowned rat at this point. Seokmin had at least wrapped towels over the two of you: despite him shivering, you and Minghao had the worst of it, your fingers slightly numb.

“My parents,” Seokmin said at one point, “Mingyu—”

Mingyu had already started the car. He knew the way, and it wouldn’t be too long to get the four of you there. You almost wanted to whine more, if it weren’t for how cold and wet you were. Minghao had merely tugged his towels closer, mumbling something about how he knew it was going to rain. He saw the sky. You did, too. The two of you should have just stolen the keys and gone back to the car. Maybe you would next time. 

By the time the four of you made it to Seokmin’s house, you felt like you would have frozen had it not been for Seokmin turning the heat as high as it would go. All Mingyu would need is a change of clothes because, by some stroke of luck, he’d escaped most of the rain in his dash to the car. 

Mingyu had joined Seokmin’s parents in the kitchen, already prepared to help them make something hot for all of you to eat. Seokmin had dried off enough and pushed you and Minghao to the two bathrooms. He’d stayed behind long enough to run you through what he knew—not to go full on the hot water and to try and make that gradual, as to not potentially fuck with your system. Something about shock. You’d acknowledged all of it and forced yourself to listen to his advice (lest you wanted Seokmin to stay there with you—you didn’t care if he saw you naked at this point, you just wanted to warm back up). 

Eventually, you felt better. Less cold. You had feeling in your fingers again, and you’d stayed a few extra minutes to just enjoy the warm water. Seokmin had been nice enough to get a dry change of clothes for you, too—no doubtably doing the same for Minghao. When you finally left, you’d found Seokmin looking at pictures hung up on the wall. He looked up, smiling at you before turning back.

“Sorry,” he said. “I was thinking…”

You came over to his side, looking up at the picture of Seokmin as a kid. “Cute,” you hummed. 

“I was,” he nodded. “Is that weird to say?”

You shrugged. “Is Mingyu still cooking?”

He nodded. “My parents ran to the store to pick up more eggs. Minghao’s downstairs with him.” He offered his hand to you. “Are you ready to join them?”

You placed your hand in his, following Seokmin back downstairs. Mingyu looked up from his place in the kitchen, smiling at you before turning back to his work. You settled into the chair next to Minghao, who had been given a mug of tea. A moment later, Mingyu pushed one over to you, saying something about how Seokmin’s parents insisted on it. Something about herbal tea being good for you—which, to be fair, it probably was—and insisting on it after the four of you were caught in the rain. 

The rain tapped against the window as it fell, the four of you coming together to enjoy your tea. Even though the camping part of your trip had been ruined, at least the four of you could enjoy some time together before you had to head home with a filling breakfast and a hot cup of tea.

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[wooahaes]

to be together (even when it's hard)

pairing: non-idol!maknaes x gn!reader

genre: fluff/comfort + established relationship au (poly relatonship).

word count: 1.2k~

warnings: reader dealing with gross feelings (hinted depression). food mentions. reader and their loving, caring boyfriends.

daisy's notes: this ones for me i think

Of all the days to end up feeling like garbage, Halloween was… honestly probably not the worst day. After all, you weren’t the biggest fan—not like other people were. It was nice, you liked the aesthetic, but fuck if you didn’t enjoy other holidays a bit more. Still… it didn’t stop your friends from showing up to your apartment, having ditched a Halloween party early. Two of the three guys were wearing more low-effort costumes (Vernon shed the fangs and the cape as soon as he could, and Chan had shed his white sheet ghost costume ages ago), and that meant they’d cuddled up on both sides of you while Seungkwan was still getting changed. Vernon had already snuggled in, head resting on your shoulder while Chan held your hand.

“It was boring,” Chan said, playing with your fingers. “You wouldn’t have liked it, really. The playlist he put together wasn’t even that good, and there were way too many people—I’m sure he’s gonna get a noise complaint soon if he hasn’t already.”

“Uh-huh,” you’d admittedly stopped listening completely. Chan had been insisting the party was boring for the past ten minutes, ever since he threw himself into the spot next to you. It didn’t do much to make you feel better about them ditching.

“I mean it,” he said. “I kept telling them that we should just come back here to watch movies with you or something. Even the scary ones you like,” he squeezed your hand, intertwining your fingers together. “Seungkwan wanted to be social, though—He kept asking for a few more minutes because he had friends he wanted to say hi to.”

“That sounds like him.”

Vernon looked up at your face for a moment, watching you carefully. “He kept getting dragged into conversations,” he said. “It wasn’t like he could just walk away.”

“Right!” Chan immediately said, “Right—I know. I just…”

“It was frustrating,” Vernon nodded, settling back in again. “I wanted to ditch, too, but a couple people wanted to catch up.” 

“Are you talking about me?” Seungkwan stepped out of the bathroom, face washed and now dressed in cozy clothing. He threw his bag into a nearby chair, coming to stand before Chan. “Move over. It’s my turn to cuddle with them.”

You shook your head, looking up, “Seungkwan, you don’t have to—”

“I want to because it’s only fair,” he said, giving a pointed look at Chan. Chan rolled his eyes, moving over, and Seungkwan settled into the space next to you.

“I mean it,” you said. “You guys didn’t have to leave.”

“It was boring,” Chan said again. “I’m never going to that guy’s party again,” he huffed.

“You’re only saying that because they weren’t there,” Vernon hummed, smiling at you when you met his gaze for a moment. All of you could read Chan like a book. “You would not believe this guy—he kept complaining the entire time even before we decided to leave—”

“That’s not true!” Chan raised his voice, “it was boring! The guy didn’t even get real snacks!” 

Seungkwan rolled his eyes. “Just say you missed them already,” he took your hand. “Now go get us some snacks.” 

You spoke up, “Seungkwan, I don’t have anything here.” 

He kept his eyes on Chan. “The store isn’t far.” 

Chan looked as though he was going to bicker over it for a moment, but he sighed, getting up. “Fine,” he said. “Vernon, come help.”

“I’m good—”

Chan grabbed his other arm, pulling him up. “No, you’re not. There’s four of us and I’m not carrying everything myself.” 

Vernon chuckled, letting go of you. “We’ll be back in a few.” 

Seungkwan merely nodded, snuggling into your side again. Neither of you spoke for a few minutes until the other two had left, to which Seungkwan pulled away, turning to fully face you.

“Okay,” he said. “Do you feel like talking now?”

“I was fine to talk when they were here—”

“We know how you are,” he said. “If you wanted to talk before, you would have. I’m not going to force you to, but you can talk to me if you need to.” 

With a sigh, you melted further into your couch. “I dunno. I just… I started feeling really bad a week ago, and I guess it all just hit me harder today. It’s not bad, though—I’ve been going to work, and the apartment isn’t a complete mess, so I’m fine. Just not feeling very social right now.”

Seungkwan took your hand in both of his, “Do you want us to go?”

“No, why would I—” You met his gaze. “You guys are the exception. You know that.” 

“That doesn’t mean you can’t ask for alone time,” he said, completely serious. “I was going to call you before we got here, but…”

You pulled your hand in, both of his still clasped around it, so that you could press a kiss against his knuckles. “I’m fine, Seungkwan. I mean it. If I wasn’t, I would say something. I promise.” 

He smiled a little, “Good. We love you,” he said outright, “and you can always come to us if you need us. So don’t forget that—”

The door to your apartment opened, and Vernon had rushed back in, already patting down your couch cushions. Without a word, he pulled his wallet out from where it must have fallen, and looked at you, holding it up.

“Sorry,” he said. Then he paused, noticing how serious the two of you must have been. “Everything good?” His gaze flickered to Seungkwan, and when you turned to look at him, Vernon spoke up again, “You two wanna come with? We can watch Halloween movies when we get back.”

“I dunno—”

“That includes the Charlie Brown one.”

Fuck. Vernon knew your weakness for one silly little beagle. “I’m in,” you said, pushing your blankets aside to get up. You paused, turning back to Seungkwan. “Unless you want to stay—”

He was already getting up, taking your hand. “I don’t mind going,” he said. “I was just going to make Chan go because he’d run.” 

Chan scoffed in offense from the doorway, arms crossed. “Just for that, I would have walked.” 

“That’s why I was going with him,” Vernon said, making his way back over. He leaned against the open entryway, watching as you let go of Seungkwan’s hands in order to slip into your shoes. “I’ll buy whatever snacks you want, by the way.” 

Chan rolled his eyes again. “You’re both making me look bad.”

“Nah,” you sounded off, standing back up. “You do that on your own.” 

It earned a laugh from the others and another offended scoff from Chan, but you’d slipped your hand into his all too easily. 

“But I like that,” you said softly, leaning in to press a kiss against his cheek, “I like you just the way you are… even if you are a big dork.”

Chan’s annoyance melted all too easily as he stole a quick kiss from you, already pulling you down the hallway. “That goes for you, too,” he said, a little pushy in his tone. “We like you just the way you are, too.” 

Maybe Halloween wasn’t so bad if it brought these three dummies to you. At least they were your dummies at the end of the day.

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[wooahaes]

what a cat-astrophe

pairing: non-idol!wonwoo x gn!reader

genre: supernatural au. cat shifter!wonwoo, veterinarian!reader.

word count: 1.5k~

warnings: mentions of magic. injured wonwoo but its not serious. magical chaos hinted at but not elaborated on.

daisy's notes: i had this idea forever ago and im glad i can finally. do something w it lol

Halloween was usually a day you were ‘on call’ at the veterinary office. Of course, you were usually the person on call most days. It was just something for emergencies, and you were glad to help people out—that was why you chose this profession, after all. And, of course, your phone started ringing a little after dinner with a familiar name popping up.

Which led you to where you were now: getting out of your car to see Soonyoung standing outside the building, a black cat curled up in his arms. Once you came a little closer, you realized a few things about the poor kitty: it was breathing shallowly, and it had this tight… something curled around it that dug in enough to restrict movement. In the low light, you couldn’t see what it was exactly, but Soonyoung had already launched into an explanation.

“My… cat has been missing for a few days,” he said after a moment, “and then he came home like this. I didn’t want to touch anything in case it could hurt him, and my friend who could help is out of the country visiting his family, so—”

“It’s fine,” you said, digging out your keys to the building. “I can handle it. What’s his name?”

“... Panther.”

You nearly rolled your eyes at that. Seungcheol had told you back when he introduced you to Soonyoung to be wary of his love of tigers. Sure, it could be cute sometimes, but you were thankful he had enough sense to not name a completely black cat ‘Tiger.’ He could name it whatever he wanted, sure, but you knew that people always had questions in one way or another. Why ‘Tiger’? He’s a black cat. Why not something like ‘Shadow’? And so forth and so on. People liked to question things like that sometimes, and you’d had your fair share of pets growing up with ‘abnormal’ names. 

With the building unlocked, you took Panther from Soonyoung and told him to wait outside while you worked. It didn’t take long for you to gather everything you needed, and Panther seemed rather lax. He merely laid there on the table, letting you work at removing what you discovered to be these weird black vines. 

“It’ll be okay, buddy,” you said softly, giving Panther a little scratch behind the ears. He shut his eyes, relaxing his body against the table. “I’ll be gentle, alright?”

To be honest, you were glad that he seemed to relax, hopefully put at ease by you. You had seen cats that would go feral trying to get away from you when they were injured, and everything in-between that and how Panther was responding to you. If you had to, you would had called Soonyoung in to hold him still while you worked. Instead, you turned your attention to removing the vines first before discovering thorns pressing into the poor cat’s skin. There was this abnormal heat underneath your fingers that made you worry about infection—you’d take care of that, too, for Panther’s health—as you worked. Soon enough, you had a small pile of thorns and vines on the table next to you, and that heat had entirely dissipated by the time you were done. You reached for your bandages, only to find that you must have run out earlier that day.

“Shit,” you muttered. You turned back to Panther, scratching him behind the ears again, “Stay here, buddy. I’ll be back in a minute.” 

He merely slowly blinked at you. You quickly gathered everything you needed to dispose of and disappeared into the back, dropping it into a bin as you began to search for bandages. What a weird cat. Then again, if he was Soonyoung’s cat, it kind of made sense. Soonyoung wasn’t weird, but he would find a cat that’s a little quirky in some way. Intelligent, too, based on the way he seemed to entirely understand you. Almost as if he knew every single word you were saying—

The sound of a crash tore you from your thoughts, and you dropped the bandages to rush back to the room. You pulled the door open, half-expecting to see where Panther had bolted from the table… only to see a man, who must have collapsed onto the ground. Immediately, you let out a scream, and Soonyoung ripped open the other door. His eyes widened upon seeing the man, and he immediately bolted to you, hand clasping over your mouth.

“NONONO–It’s okay! It’s okay! That’s my friend!” 

You nearly bit Soonyoung’s hand before you shoved him away from you, staggering back a few steps. Panther was… gone—Where the fuck was—

Oh. Oh. You stared down at the man on the floor, brain piecing everything together all too easily. You could see the wounds on his skin, peeking out from underneath his clothes. This… was a cat shifter. Fuck, you had no idea what this guy even needed. Shifters were different from ordinary animals—thank fuck you didn’t try to give him any antibiotics or anything, especially if he was the kind that had bad reactions to it. Soonyoung had backed off from you, turning his attention to his friend since he’d begun to rouse again. 

Hold on. Didn’t you meet this guy once…? He seemed familiar, at least. Maybe he was one of the intern’s friends? You’d have to ask Mingyu sometime… After you threw hands with Soonyoung for not telling you about this guy in the first place.

“I didn’t know if you’d help if you knew!” Soonyoung said, reaching out for his friend again despite the way he kept drifting toward you. “And—And he was a cat! You’re a cat doctor, not a people doctor!”

Truly, you weren’t sure how to refute the logic. “You knew he was a shifter—”

“Jihoon said I needed to bring him to you before midnight!” He said quickly, almost tripping over his words. “Magic gets weird on Halloween and it could have trapped him like a cat forever.”

“Wouldn’t have been forever,” the handsome stranger murmured, consciously leaning away from you now. He pressed his hands against the metal table, eyes still shut as he stretched. “Just until someone else could help.” 

“See!” Soonyoung pointed toward him for emphasis, before letting his hand fall back down to his side. “Maybe I should have told you, but can you blame me for panicking? Wonwoo could have been in trouble.” 

With a heavy sigh, you admitted that you couldn’t. If you were this guy’s friend, you would have probably panicked as well. “Fine. Okay. Just… I dunno, just go. I wanna go home.”

Soonyoung nodded. “Right. Wonwoo—”

Wonwoo furrowed his brows, clearly not all present as his gaze fell to you. “Why do I want to rub my face on you…?”

Almost as if on cue, Soonyoung’s phone rang. He picked up, putting the call on speaker without much thought while you pushed Wonwoo into a chair, finding the other first aid kit you kept in the room (for human injuries—you’d been scratched before and liked to have bandages nearby). “We took care of him! Tell my vet friend thank you—”

A new voice (Jihoon, judging by the name) immediately sounded out, “Did you touch those vines?”

What the fuck…? You paused for a moment, taken aback by the question, a band-aid nearly slipping from your grasp. “Uh. Yeah? I had to remove them.”

“Shit.” 

Soonyoung looked down at his phone. “You didn’t tell me not to touch them! I didn’t know they weren’t supposed to!”

“I charmed you already, you’re immune from most things,” he said, “they won’t be. Fuck, I’m packing up and coming home early—”

“No!” Soonyoung said quickly. “Just tell us what’s going on. Wonwoo’s back to normal, he should be fine, right?”

“I’ll explain better when I get back,” he said, and you could already hear the sound of shuffling. “But I sent the picture to Joshua, and he said that anyone who touches those vines gets… connected to the inflicted person. Shifter. Whatever got caught up in it. So now they’re…” He trailed off for a moment. “I don’t know. Bonded. I can break it safely when I get back.” 

“Why can’t Shua do it?!” Soonyoung whined. “He’s in the city—”

“He doesn’t have the ingredients that I do and you’re not letting him or anyone else into my room. Just… don’t let them get too far from one another or it’ll hurt.”

You immediately looked over to the way Wonwoo was leaning into your touch, brows furrowed together as his jaw clenched. Soonyoung just watched, mouth agape at how outwardly affectionate Wonwoo seemed to be with you, a complete stranger, already. 

“Jihoon?”

“I’ll be home as soon as I can be. Just… watch out for them.” The moment the call ended, Wonwoo shut his eyes again. He let out a long sigh, “I’m gonna kill him.” 

Wonwoo pulled away from you the moment you were done dressing his wounds, putting Soonyoung in between the two of you. He didn’t seem uncomfortable or flustered in any way, but he refused to make eye contact with you for more than a moment. 

Which meant you’d definitely landed yourself in something deeper than you ever intended.

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[wooahaes]

latent power

pairing: non-idol!I.N x gn!magic-user!reader [ft. magic-user!lee know]

genre: magic au.

word count: 1.2k~

warnings: reader depicted with injuries. reader has a familiar (black cat).

daisy's notes: ngl reader and minho's friendship in this was fun to write

There was a black cat sitting in front of Jeongin, and he shouldn’t have followed it… But in his defense, it literally won’t stop meowing. 

He’d just been on his way home from his part-time job, his bag bouncing with each slow step he took as he dragged the trip out. He needed to do laundry when he went back to the sharehouse, and then he had to study, work on a paper due by the end of the week… Ultimately, he’d probably be up later than usual, and he was only prolonging it by taking more time. Work was tiring, too: he’d been saddled with some unsavory customers and tried to handle the situation as best as he could. But even Jeongin had limits.

Following a random black cat that was yelling at him wasn’t one of them, though. He could hear Minho’s voice in the back of his mind: what if it had kittens somewhere? Stray cats only acted out like this if something was truly wrong, right? The cat kept running ahead, stopping long enough to turn back and fuss at him, ensuring he was following.

Sure enough, something was wrong, because he found you, crumpled up on the ground. The cat returned to you, immediately nuzzling its head against you. Jeongin rushed over, falling to his knees beside you as he began to check you over. You were bleeding from your side, and Jeongin gasped.

“Don’t—Don’t worry,” he said, hands shaking as he went for his phone. “I can call for help—”

Yet your hand shot out, grabbing his wrist, “No!” Your voice was stained, yet your eyes met Jeongin’s and he felt a newfound tension wash over him. “No, I… Call someone else.” 

Before he could question who, you started reciting a number. Halfway through, he started to recognize the numbers, and by the time you finished…

He stared at you, brows furrowed. “... You know Minho?”

You furrowed your brows. “You’re…?” Then a pause as realization hit you. “Fuck.” 

The moment you let go of his wrist, he went to call Minho. At first, he’d been confused, yet when Jeongin started to describe you (due to lacking a name), he heard frustration in his voice. He asked (or, well, demanded would be a better word) where he was, and told him to stay there and keep an eye on you. All too quickly, Minho had run up, pushing Jeongin back as he made his way to you.

“How do you know them?” Minho said, a hand resting on Jeongin’s chest. “You should have left them here.”

“Piss off,” you grunted from the ground. 

“I mean it!” He said, “You should have sent your familiar to someone else,” he turned to you, already kneeling down to roll you onto your back. “Stop going after those things and let the council take care of it.”

… Council? Jeongin watched as Minho, despite his hardened gaze, gently pulled your shirt back. It was true that you were bleeding from your side, but something seemed… off about it. The oozing black liquid that ran alongside your blood made his stomach churn, yet he couldn’t pull his eyes away. It was like he needed to say there and see this, despite the fact Minho kept yelling over his shoulder for Jeongin to leave. 

“And I told you that those fuckers can barely take care of themselves,” your eyes screwed shut as Minho pressed his palms down on your wound. 

“Stop being so dramatic,” Minho clicked his tongue. “You’re not dying… unfortunately.” 

Without missing a beat, you flipped him off. Oh. You knew Minho, then: there didn’t seem to be venom in any of these actions, except whatever disdain you held for this “council” the two of you mentioned. Minho pushed down harder, ignoring the way you grunted in pain again, yet this time Jeongin could see a light protruding from underneath his palms. 

His voice came out barely above a whisper, “... Hyung?”

Jeongin felt something rub against his legs, and he looked down to see your cat there. With a slow blink, he resumed rubbing against Jeongin’s legs, as though to calm him. Then he looked ahead again at the way you’d reached up, a hand curling hard around Minho’s bicep. Slowly, the wound had begun to close itself up, pushing something out as it did so. When Minho brought his hands away, he was clutching something black and sharp within them, palms still wet with your blood and whatever else had been oozing out of you.

“You should have called me,” Minho said, looking at this broken piece of something. “I told you. Jeongin isn’t like us.” 

Jeongin just stood there, staring for a moment longer. He felt a paw press against his leg. “Like you…?”

Minho shut his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. “You don’t need to worry about it—”

“I was right, though.” You had begun to push yourself up, slowly standing back to your full height. You stumbled, hands latching onto Minho to brace yourself. “He could be.” 

“He won’t,” Minho pushed you away, letting you brace yourself on the nearby fence instead. “He doesn’t need to be involved.” And for the first time, Jeongin could see a thread of resentment when Minho looked at you. “Not if you’re involved.”

“Minho—”

“I mean it,” he said. “People like us live dangerously. Jeongin is normal.”

“He is not normal,” you argued back. “I told you the last time I was at the sharehouse—He could be powerful if you’d just teach him to tap into that ability.”

Jeongin looked between the two of you, stepping forward. “Hyung, what are they talking about?”

“Nothing,” Minho said, voice cold. With one arm, he brought Jeongin behind him, shielding him from your vision. “Don’t say anything else.” 

Yet Jeongin was an adult. He pushed his way past Minho. “What do you mean?” He could feel Minho’s fingers curl around his wrist, yet he tugged himself free with ease. Regardless of what Minho wanted for him… He couldn’t not know now. “You’ve been to the sharehouse?”

Your gaze met Minho’s for a moment, and he could see you commit to what you’d said thus far, nodding. “I told Minho you have potential. I can feel it. But you’d have to be trained, and Minho refuses to do it.”

“Because he’s too young,” Minho said. “He’s a student. I don’t want to find him like I find you—”

“Would you teach me, then?” Jeongin’s eyes bore into your own. “Do… I get one of those, too?” He pointed at your cat, who you kneeled down to scoop into your arms.

“You wouldn’t get something just like Crow, but most witches get familiars. Some of us even get multiple,” you huffed, staring down Minho again with a pout.

“It’s not my fault they chose me.” 

You rolled your eyes, turning back to Jeongin. “So you want to learn?”

With a final nod, Jeongin decided to seal his fate. “Teach me.”

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