#@daehyun please marry me

[starlitmark]

Summary: Haruto really wants Haneul to be his partner for his Halloween costume after Daehyun drops out. Unfortunately for him, Haneul was already asked by someone else. Pairing: Haneul x Miyoung (OCs) // Haeyoung x Aerum (OCs) // mentions of Daehyun x Chunhua (OCs) Tropes: hybrid au, (pre) idiots to lovers Genre: fluff, humor, suggestive, angst Rating: PG 13 Warnings: language, parties, alcohol, Haneul being no thoughts head empty, jokes about Haruto being in his whore phase, mentions of sex Word Count: 4,656 Note: this is late but whatever 🤪 there are text screenshots please note that below both there is more written!! Thank you to @sanjoongie for beta reading 🤍

Haneul & Miyoung Masterlist || Neo Hybridverse Masterlist

Before You Interact

“What do you mean you can’t anymore?” Haruto whines into the phone.

“It means that I can’t come to the party tonight. Chunhua is having a… rough… night, and I need to be here for her.” Daehyun reiterates through the phone.

“You can’t ditch?” “My wife? Absolutely not. I like sleeping in my bed. I understand you’re in your manwhore phase, but some people are married and have commitments that are above parties.”

The King Charles Poodle hybrid lets out a semi-playful growl, “That was a low blow, dude.”

The Basenji on the other end of the call lets out a small chuckle, “My brother, who may I remind you, was a fuck boy as long as he was able to be, is able to settle down and be a dad now. If he can do it, you can too.”

If his costume didn’t require Daehyun for it to make sense, it wouldn’t be a big deal. But Daehyun was going to be Dr. Jekyll, and he was going to be a sexy version of Mr. Hyde. The costume wouldn’t make sense without the Basenji hybrid.

“Imagine being already married at 21; I could never.” He teases, “You’re sure you can’t come? Without you, I’m just a slut.” He tries one last time.

“You know all too well that Hua and I are mates, so we didn’t need to wait to get married. And about you being a slut… well…” Daehyun draws out.

“Hey!”

“You kind of-” Daehyun gets cut off mid-sentence. “Hua, I’ll be right over, I promise.” He tells his wife, “As I was saying, you kind of are a-”

“Bro!” Haruto growls, “Fine, I’ll go ask Haneul if he’s willing to escape his mountain of textbooks to go with me.”

“Good luck!”

With that, Haruto hangs up the phone and sets out to find Haneul somewhere in the apartment. There could only really be two places the Samoyed hybrid could be in their shared home. Haneul is either in his bedroom or in the kitchen. There’s never an in-between. Venturing down the hall, he knocks on his best friend’s bedroom door and waits for a response. Haruto pops his head through the door when he hears the Samoyed make a rather noncommittal noise to call him in.

Haneul is standing, staring at his bed. More specifically, the bottle of fur dye on his bed next to an all-black outfit. The outfit is comprised of black slacks and a black button-up. That on its own isn’t what makes the outfit stand out. It’s the black leather collar that has round flat silver studs on it and a black leather harness that would go across his back and around his shoulders. Additionally, there are cuffs that match the collar for each of his wrists. They aren’t connected, but it’s very far from anything Haruto has ever seen his friend wear. Typically the slightly older puppy hybrid is wearing a hoodie and some sort of loose pants. 

“I just need to fucking commit to it.” Haneul grumbles mostly to himself.

“You good dude?”

“Peachy- I mean!” he stops himself and shakes his head, “I’m fine. What’s up?”

Haruto narrows his eyes at the Samoyed but continues anyway, “Apparently, Hua is having a rough night, and Daehyun won’t go to that party with me. Can you please be Dr. Jekyll? I need you to do it! I’ll just look like a slut if I don’t have Dr. Jekyll to my sexy Mr. Hyde.” he explains.

“You kinda are a-“

“Not you too!” Haruto whines. 

“Hate to burst your bubble,” Haneul starts with a sigh, looking back to the ensemble on his bed. “Mi asked me to do a costume with her already…” he lets his signature smile grace his face, and his tail starts wagging, “She chose the styling… clearly… I just need to put this temporary coloring on my ears and tail to make me a grey wolf instead of a white pup.”

“Give it to me!” Haruto beams, “I’ve watched Zumi dye hair so many times I’m practically a professional hairdresser!”

Haneul should’ve questioned it. He absolutely should’ve done it on his own. Against his better judgment, he lets his King Charles Poodle friend do it for him. If Haruto does it, he can’t chicken out the moment the product gets near his pure white fur. 

It doesn’t take long to get Haneul seated and his fur dyed. As much as he’s panicking internally, thanks to his father’s incessant worry of keeping his fur clean as a child, he doesn’t show it outwardly. Haruto, on the other hand, is having the time of his life. He had offhandedly said he’d take a random sheet in the apartment and be a Greek God instead of sexy Mr. Hyde. Haneul immediately teases him, saying he’s just changing the font of slut he is for the night. Once they get the product rinsed out and Haneul suffers through the hairdryer, the two go their separate ways to get dressed.

“There’s no way in any universe I can pull this off.” Haneul sighs, looking at the outfit again.

As much as he trusts his best friend, he isn’t too sure about this one. She asked him to be the big bad wolf for her Little Red Riding Hood costume. He can never say no to those big sparkly eyes. He lets out another exasperated sigh as he gets dressed. Once he fights through figuring out the harness (who made those things so hard), he looks at himself in the mirror. He left a few buttons undone, per Miyoung’s instructions. As much as he doesn’t think it works for him, he still snaps a few pictures for Miyoung’s obligatory Halloween post later in the week.

A knock sounds on his door, and he already knows it’s his roommate and best friend. When he opens the door, he’s met with the sigh of exactly what he expected. Haruto is poorly half-wrapped in a white sheet. He, of course, made sure half of his chest was exposed to show off his muscles.

“Dude, you look fucking hot.” Haruto blurts out, “I don’t swing that way, but goddamn…”

“Thanks?” Haneul responds.

“That’s not why I came over here, though. Did you and Miyoung finally fess up?” 

“No, why would we-”

“There’s my big bad wolf!” Miyoung’s voice floats into the space.

“Hey, Little Red.”

Haneul practically melts when she bounces her way over to him. The most fond smile grows on his face, and he fixes her hood, which had gotten caught on one of her tan bunny ears. Then he lets his hand fall to her hip. Miyoung’s costume was definitely not safe for work Little Red Riding Hood. Her top was practically just a low-cut white sports bra. Her chest could very easily fall out of it at any point. A black leather band runs around the bottom of her “top”, which only serves to make her chest look more full. The skirt she’s wearing is so small that it may as well not be there. The red silk barely covers her ass, and the small red biker shorts underneath are the only thing covering her modesty. Her bunny tail peaks out through the red silk. The silky red hooded cape rests over her shoulders and drapes down her back just until the top of the skirt. To finish off her ensemble, she has black leather thigh-high boots that have the thinnest heels on them that bring her up to just below Haneul’s chin rather than his chest, where she normally reaches. Her basket was a small black purse that likely only fits her phone and lipstick in it.

The costume is definitely going to be the death of Haneul, or at least his sanity, by the end of the night.

“Not dating, my ass.” Haruto grumbles to himself, “I’m heading out. If you two don’t make it to the party, I don’t want to know what roleplay you two get up to.”

“‘Ruto!” Miyoung gasps, “We’re just friends.”

“And I can smell.” he chuckles back, “I subscribe to the idea that Aerum has. You two are mates in denial.”

After a bit of bickering, the three of them end up heading to the party together. Parties have never been Haneul’s thing. They’re too loud. There are too many smells. Overall, they are not an enjoyable experiences for him. This one, though, he thinks he can manage his way through it. That’s what he tells himself. Until the moment they walk through the door, he immediately sees his baby sister and wants to scream. Her costume isn’t scary. She’s just a cryptid. It’s the way in which she fashioned it. She has runes drawn on her face, black lipstick, and a pair of pale grey contacts in her eyes. The issue arises with her outfit itself. Aerum wrapped herself in gauze and toilet paper, making sure to bind herself in a way that her chest was definitely an eye-catcher, and only wrapped her lower half enough to cover a bit below her butt. Her long fluffy white tail is fully out. Her entire mid is exposed, but she has gauze wrapping her arms until just above her elbows.

“Miyoung!” the younger Samoyed hybrid beams, “You look so good!”

Miyoung giggles and hugs her friend back, “You look so good! When you said cryptid, I didn’t know what you were planning! Is Haeyoung around here somewhere?”

Aerum nods, “My pretty little specter should be floating around somewhere. She’s probably monopolizing the snacks right now.”

Aerum lets her gaze fall past her bunny friend to see her older brother. She sarcastically gasps, then her eyes widen, processing that his fur is dark grey instead of white. 

“Dad’s gonna kill you!”

“Me?” Haneul emphasizes his question, “He’s gonna kill you when he sees your costume.”

“You dyed your fur!”

“It’s temporary. At least I’m not dressed… scandalously…”

“It’s the one time a year a girl can be a total slut and not get judged for it!” She yells back over the music.

Haruto comes sauntering over a moment later with Haeyoung in tow. Just as her girlfriend had suspected, Haeyoung had about four cookies in her hands. The Shiba hybrid immediately attaches herself to her Samoyed girlfriend and offers her one of the treats. Haeyoung’s interpretation of a specter is just as… creative… as her girlfriend’s interpretation of a cryptid. It suits the two puppies, though. 

“Ya know…” Haruto says, a drunk slur already present in his voice. “If you two need a third, I’m always fair game to-”

Haneul bares his canines at his tipsy friend, “Finish that sentence, and I’ll chop your dick off.”

“That’s fucking nasty, Haruto! Why would I want to fuck you!” Aerum gags playfully, “You probably got some sort of STD with how many people you fuck.” she adds to her teasing comment.

Haneul ends up letting out a low growl to express his distaste for both his sister’s costume choice and his friend’s comment. Miyoung reaches up and scratches the back of his head, making the puppy hybrid instantly melt. In the end, Miyoung drags her big bad wolf around between getting drinks and dancing. Just as Haneul expected, her costume is going to be the death of him. Miyoung’s heat ended a few weeks ago, but with how the two of them are interacting, mixed with a bit of alcohol, he wouldn’t be surprised if she sent him into an early rut.

While dancing, Miyoung turns around in his hold and wraps her arms around his neck to pull him down to her. At first, he thinks she’s about to kiss him, but she doesn’t. She puts her lips against his ear.

“Are you okay? You seem a little spacy.”

Haneul melts a little at how attentive she is to him, “I think,” he starts, voice slipping into the start of a growl, “we should head home.”

Miyoung’s sweet peach scent goes a hair’s width sweeter. Haneul smirks and pulls her closer to him.

“Shall we be off then?”

“What about ‘Ruto?” Miyoung questions.

“He said one of his friends would be here tonight… I don’t think he’s coming home any time soon.”

That’s the last thing Miyoung can remember when she wakes up. She’s certain that something had to have happened last night, judging by the fact that she’s sore and wearing one of Haneul’s shirts. Looking to the other side of the bed, she sees Haneul still fast asleep. He didn’t seem to wash out the temporary coloring last night. His fluffy ears are still the same shade of dark grey they were last night at the party. She nudges him, but the large puppy hybrid doesn’t move. A series of notifications pop up on his phone. Normally, Miyoung doesn’t check his phone, but she knew that recently his family group chat has been rather active. Deciding it would be better to check and wake him up if it’s important, she looks at his phone. She shouldn’t have.

Tears well up in her eyes. Why does her chest feel so empty? She feels dirty. Haneul made it very clear he’s not serious with this girl yet. Just by the way she texts him, though, she can tell this girl really likes him. Wiping away her tears before they can fall, she shoves the puppy hybrid. He groans and rolls closer to her. 

“Stay and cuddle for a bit, Mi.” His voice is still laced with sleep.

“I don’t think I should.” Miyoung says rather weakly, “Don’t you have plans today?”

“Yeah, to cuddle you all day.” He responds, voice dripping with affection despite his still sleepy state.

“You’re sure? No dates or anything?” She prods.

“Just dinner at my parents’ house… I have plenty of time until then.” He wakes up just enough to give her a suspicious look.

“You should check your texts.” She says flatly.

Miyoung gets out of bed, finds her Halloween costume pieces around the room, and puts them in a bag. She has a drawer of her clothes in his room, and even though they do smell like him, she reluctantly changes into a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. Miyoung doesn’t look at Haneul when she walks out of his room. The guilt of sleeping with him is already enough as it is. Having to see his confused and potentially hurt face before walking out would only make it worse.

Whipping out her own phone, she immediately calls Aerum. As odd as it is to call her, given that she’s Haneul’s younger sister, she knows that between her and her girlfriend, she’d get her mind off of whatever just happened. 

“Good morning?” Haeyoung answers.

“Youngie…” Miyoung sighs.

“Say no more. I’ll wake up Aerum and be ready with some tea for you when you get here.”

“Thanks…” the bunny hybrid responds, still clearly upset.

“Of course, I think your sister might be coming over in a little bit to hang out. Do you want me to text her and tell her there’s a change of plans?”

Miyoung shakes her head as if Haeyoung could see her, “It’s okay, she’ll hear about it eventually anyway.”

“Call me when you get here, okay?” The Shiba requests.

“Mkay… thank you, Haeyoung.”

Haeyoung hums in response before they say their goodbyes. Luckily Aerum’s apartment is no more than a 10-minute walk from Haneul’s. Jeno made sure of that when he gifted his daughter her apartment. When he had gifted Haneul his, he made sure it wasn’t too far from school or from home. As independent as he made his kids, he wanted them to know that he was always there for them. When Miyoung arrives at the younger Samoyed’s apartment, she shoots Haeyoung a text, and a moment later, the bunny hybrid is enveloped in a hug. It’s not either puppy hybrid. The scent of a caramel latte fills her nose. Chaewon. 

“I don’t know what that dumb dog did, but I’m ready to hunt him down if I need to.” Her younger sister ensures.

“Chae…” Miyoung starts, “I know you came to hang out with Aerum and Haeyoung, but-”

“None of that!” The younger bunny interrupts, “You’re my big sister, and you need someone to talk to. I’m your no-bullshit set of ears. You need me right now.”

Aerum comes trudging out of her bedroom, still clearly hungover still. Her hair is a mess, and the fur of her ears sticks out in every direction. Haeyoung is much more put together. The Shiba hybrid happily bounces beside her taller girlfriend. Her sweet orange scent fills the space and mingles with Aerum’s dessert wine scent. Of course, Miyoung’s typically sweet peachy scent is soured with her emotional state.

“I’m making coffee.” Aerum grumbles, “Then we plan on how to castrate my brother.”

Haeyoung giggles and kisses Aerum’s cheek, “You do that. We’ll be in the living room.”

Just as the two bunny hybrids sit down across from the cheery Shiba, Miyoung’s phone starts to ring. Her anxiety spikes at the idea that it could be Haneul trying to call and explain himself, but then she sees the caller ID, and it’s just her dad. Miyoung takes a deep breath and accepts the call.

“Hey, Dad.” She does her best to sound cheery.

“Hi, Mimi, how are you feeling?” Her dad hears right through her fake tone.

“I’m-” She takes a breath, “I’m okay, Dad. What’s up?”

“I know you’re more likely to answer the phone than your sister. I just wanted to let you know we’re planning to have dinner with the Lees tonight since your mom and I both have off tomorrow.”

Both her parents work in the local hospital. Her dad, Jaemin, is a pediatric surgeon. Her mom is a pediatric psychiatrist. The two of them both work their asses off to make sure all four of their kids have the best life they can. 

“O-okay, Dad. I’ll let Chae know.”

“I love you, Mimi!” Her dad sings.

“I love you too, Dad.”

As she hangs up, she already feels her sister’s eyes on her. The slightly younger bunny is nosy, as can be. Another one of ‘the kids’, as their parents call them, who believe that she and Haneul are actually mates.

“We’re going to Jeno’s for dinner tonight.” She informs the tan and white bunny hybrid.

“Tonight?” Chaewon questions, “I thought that Mom and Dad had a night shift?”

“Apparently not.” Miyoung grumbles.

The older bunny drops her head into her hands. Her floppy tan ears fall down against her arms, swishing lightly against her skin. Aerum walks in and sees her friend’s distressed state. She doesn’t say a word until she’s sat beside her girlfriend and takes another sip of her coffee.

“So… you just came from Haneul’s.” The Samoyed hybrid observes.

“Don’t.” Miyoung warns, “I know damn well that I smell like him.”

“Wanna tell us what happened?”

Miyoung lets out an exasperated sigh and sits back on the couch. Recounting what happened over the night (of what she can remember), and this morning, she doesn’t look at any of the younger hybrids in the room. The ceiling seems far more interesting right now. Chae’s eyes are trained on her, her fingers playing with the white tips of her bunny ears. Haeyoung is just as focused, though. It’s as if the cogs are turning at full speed in her head. As a criminal justice and law major, she’s great at dissecting a situation, even with only one side of the story. Aerum, on the other hand, is typing something out at rapid speeds onto her phone.

“So…” Haeyoung breaks the silence after Miyoung’s anecdote, “Did you let him explain?”

“No.” The eldest bunny admits, “I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. I completely ignored Haruto walking down the hallway when I was leaving.”

Miyoung looks to Aerum and sees the older puppy hybrid thinking deeply while looking into her coffee. There was a 50/50 chance that she would lecture her about how she should just accept that she and Haneul are mates.

“Maybe you should trust him. My brother’s an idiot. Believe me, I know. But, he loves you. If he promises that they aren’t serious, then you shouldn’t feel guilty for sleeping with him. If they were serious, he wouldn’t have slept with you.”

“And if we’re being honest… he always chooses you over the girls he talks to or dates. You’re his best friend at the end of the day, even if you do sleep together on occasion.” Chaewon adds, “Yeah, we’ll have to suffer through dinner a little bit tonight, but remember, he really does care about you more than anyone else in the world.”

Miyoung nods, and the four of them fall into calm conversation. The oldest of the group couldn’t be more thankful for her friends and sister.

Chaewon ends up driving her older sister back to her dorm to let her get properly ready for dinner. Even as she gets herself ready, Miyoung has no idea why this morning’s interaction bothered her so much. Haneul didn’t even remember he had a date with the girl, so why was she worried about upsetting her? It shouldn’t bother her. They aren’t dating. Hell, they’re barely even sleeping together (when you don’t include her heat or Haneul’s rut). Shaking her head, she finishes getting ready, only to notice a text from her best friend.

She waits not even five minutes until the large puppy hybrid sends her another text saying he arrived outside her dorm building. The moment she gets downstairs, she’s met with his bright smile and (still grey) fluffy ears. There’s a subtle bit of tension still in the air when she climbs into the passenger seat of the vehicle. Haneul’s typically strong mint scent is almost dull, and Miyoung knows her sweet peach scent is still the slightest bit sour.

“How was your date?” Miyoung asks once the car is in motion.

“I didn’t go… I told Sanghee it was probably best if we didn’t start dating officially.” Haneul admits.

“Why? I thought you liked her? She seemed like she really liked you too.” The bunny hybrid questions.

“I don’t think I’m ready to date. I should focus on my education and my friends.”

Miyoung doesn’t respond. It seems to be a response that the older hybrid always has when he goes through a breakup or stops talking to someone. He’s either not ready to date, or he wants to focus on a different part of his life. The only common denominator in the situation is Miyoung.

“You’re dad’s gonna kill you.” Miyoung teases lightly after a bit of silence.

“I already accepted that… I can’t believe I let Haruto dye my hair. I bet he didn’t even read the instructions right.”

After a bit of awkward tension, the two friends finally fall back into their rhythm and chat the whole way to the Lee household. Once they arrive at Haneul’s family home, they quickly discover that, yet again, they’re the last to arrive. Miyoung immediately notices her dad’s car in the driveway. The comforting smell of her home gently wafts the air as she passes by it. In front of it is Aerum’s car. Her bent bumper is a telltale sign that it’s definitely hers. Haneul walks ahead and opens the door to allow Miyoung to walk in first.

Her father practically shouts her name in the most loving tone before wrapping his arms around her. He barrages her with questions about how she’s doing and how everything has been going this year at university. As the eldest of four, he’s naturally very worried about her moving away from home. Her three younger siblings are in the living room with Aerum. The seventeen-year-old twins, Chaewon and Seojun, are bickering as they always do. Meanwhile, the ever-logical thirteen-year-old Hyejin is sitting beside Haneul’s nineteen-year-old sister Aerum, trying to peacefully read a book despite the chaos around her.

“Your fur!” Jeno’s voice pierces through the air.

“Dad, I swear-” Haneul starts.

“Why is your fur grey?” His dad questions.

Haneul sighs, “Miyoung was Little Red Riding Hood at a party last night and wanted me to be the Big Bad Wolf… I kinda let Haruto use Aerum’s extra temporary dye on my fur.”

“Temporary?” The youngest Samoyed hybrid questions, “Haneul! You fucking idiot! That’s a permanent dye!”

Silence falls across the living area. Jeno’s smooth pine scent goes sharp with stress. After all the years of protecting his childrens’ snowy white fur from markers and paint, they still both managed to mess up the coloring. 

“I’ll have ‘Ruto text Azumi tomorrow… I’m sure she can fix it…” Haneul offers.

“Enough of your worrying, pup.” Haneul’s mother voices, “Dinner’s ready.”

The two families sit around the table, catch up on life, and float through conversations. Having dinners with both families has been a tradition since before any of the kids were born and continues even now that three out of the six of them are adults. Soon enough, the inevitable question comes.

“You have any pictures from this party?” Miyoung’s mother asks, “You two doing a costume together is so sweet!”

“Um…” Miyoung starts, “I do…”

“Let’s see!” Haneul’s mother adds.

“Mom… this was a college party…” Haneul reminds her, “I don’t think-”

“We know how college costume parties work… we were both in college once!” Miyoung’s mother interrupts him.

“Babe, please… don’t do this to me.” Jaemin says with a slightly tense voice.

Miyoung lets out a sigh and then looks to her best friend. Haneul just shrugs.

“Don’t say we didn’t warn you.” The tan bunny hybrid sighs again, pulling up the pictures on her phone.

“Oh! Those are… quite the costumes.” Her mother immediately comments.

Jeno happened to glance over at the screen just as his friend’s wife scrolls to a picture of the five hybrids that had attended last night’s party.

“Lee Aerum?!” He yells out in frustration.

Aerum nearly choked on a chunk of beef, “Miyoung said she tried to warn you guys!”

“My baby pup…” Jeno groans in defeat.

“Chae, Jinnie…” Jaemin sounds as if he’s about to have a mental breakdown, “Please tell me you’ll never do that to me.”

Seojun nudges his dad, “Why didn’t you include me in that, Dad?” The grey bunny hybrid questions.

“You’re not like-” Jeno clears his throat, “I trust you not to act wild once you become an adult.”

“I’m only thirteen, Dad.” Hyejin states matter-of-factly.

“I-” Jaemin interrupts himself, “I can’t win, can I?” he asks his wife.

She simply chuckles and passes the phone back to her eldest daughter. Miyoung looks back at the puppy hybrid beside her. They communicate something silently before she places her phone back in her hoodie (stolen from Haneul). There’s something lingering in the air between them. Neither of them wants to say it, though. After all their years of friendship, something in the air seems to have tangibly shifted. Maybe the Big Bad Wolf is more appealing to Little Red than either had originally thought.

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[gswdaehyun]

hello!

I’m day and I used to be part of this rp for a short time before I left due to a lack of inspiration for my last muse.  I'm back now, attempting to add something fresh, and I'm hoping that he has a captivating enough backstory for everyone to read. Without further ado, here is a list of details about the muse. Please check them out.

also, if you prefer to chat via discord, let me know!

CANONS + CONNECTIONS

Hwang Daehyun is a 27 years old man, working at a real estate agency for around 3 years.

His parents own properties on the island that they rent out to both residents and tourists. They are simply a normal, loving family that had a modest beginnings. The biggest supporters of Daehyun choosing his own career are his parents.

He was born and raised in Gwasuwon and only moved to Seoul during junior high because of his intensive taekwondo training.

Since he was young and very well-known in the martial arts community, he competed in several tournaments. He participated in the junior Olympics and took home some medals, making him the next potential national athlete. Once, he was a source of honor for Gwasuwon.

However, Daehyun has a tendency to overwork himself. Even though his coach advised him to give his body a break after competing too hard, he pressed himself to the limit. His persistence and drive for perfection led to multiple injuries, particularly to his knee.

He married his college beloved girlfriend after obtaining his degree.

However, the newlyweds' relationship did not last for very long because of a car accident that resulted in the death of Daehyun's wife. It garnered press headlines and temporarily aroused sympathy from the public.

Daehyun sustained a serious injury to his own left side in particular. He had to give up on pursuing his ambition of being a professional athlete since his already bad knee got irreversibly damaged.

Daehyun moved to Gwasuwon and lived with his parents after undergoing extensive therapy and rehabilitation.

He occasionally made the trip to Seoul to see his physician and have his knee checked.

Even though he had given up on his desire to be an athlete, the parents council occasionally requested that Daehyun teach the young children in taekwondo on the weekends after learning about his experience. He would visit the neighborhood school's gym hall and teach the students the basic lesson.

He currently finds his job as a real estate agent to be fulfilling. Meeting many individuals with various property needs, touring the town to show the buildings, and also visiting new businesses to expand his knowledge of the island.

The fact that he doesn't have a car, though, means that getting about takes longer. He had some savings, so he spent it on a motorcycle to get around on. Since the accident, he has refused to travel by car or bus (unless he has no other options). In furthermore, if he ever decides to use public transportation, going for a longer walk might be a great and simple exercise for his lower body.

He longs to purchase a home for his parents that is located above a hill. Currently, a young couple lives in the home, but when the rent is due, Daehyun would want to buy it and move his parents in.

Daehyun is a reserved person. He rarely expresses his feelings in conversation. He prefers that the people with whom he shares his personal issue keep things a secret since only a limited number of people (including his parents) are aware of his ambition and future plan.

He likes banana milk, chicken and cold noodles in the summer. He’s not a fan of garlic and feel queasy eating raw stuffs. 

He wears the wedding ring as a necklace and cherishes it.

Sometimes his parents would send him on a blind date or to an arranged marriage since they just want someone to take care of Daehyun.

Daehyun makes a ridiculous vow to a childhood buddy that if they are still unmarried at the age of 30, they will marry.

His neighbors, customers, and coworkers all like him. He puts in a lot of effort, is still stubborn as ever, and occasionally pushes himself too far at work.

He expresses love through acts of service and a yearning for mutual quality time. He enjoys keeping in contact with former acquaintances and friends.

His favorite pastimes include playing on the park's swings, visiting his favorite pub, going to the beach, and taking road trips throughout the island.

He would adore having children and starting a new family, but he is too insecure to be open with a new possible partner.

his repetitive quote is “what a nice weather today.” and he feels embarrassed when someone caught him saying it.

[!] When the Seaside Jubillee Festival [ EVENT #1 ] happened, Daehyun was out of town for work so he couldn’t join the festival. He was rather stunned after knowing what happened during that event.

connections

CHILDHOOD FRIEND(S) / FORMER CLASSMATES - people who knew him from the past who grew up in Gwasuwon. They can still keep in contact or meet again when Daehyun moves back to the hometown.

CLIENTS - people who uses / used his service to rent a place to live / open a store.

FRIENDS FROM SEOUL - friends he made when Daehyun lived in Seoul. Can be anyone who goes to Gwasuwon for a vacation or becomes a permanent resident.

COUSIN(S) - can be a cousin who he trusts the most or hate the most.

POTENTIAL LOVER / BLIND DATE / ARRANGED MARRIAGE - a complete stranger who’s arranged to meet Daehyun for a date. Can also be started from a long time friends but their parents have arranged a marriage plan for both of them.

NEIGHBORS - can be the kind neighbor who shares their coffee or land produce, or the gossip lady type. Or someone who did his parents dirty.

#gsw:intro

[heavenbykvar]

February 14th, 1872, The Aewora Kingdom

The kingdom of Aewora was still deep in war, but the Castle the House of Haeseong resided in for many years was still intact, and magnificent as ever. 

The Castle sat in the small, quiet “wangui maeul” (King’s Village), on the edge of the capital city of Hyocheon. The splendid building reminded John of a European-style castle, perhaps resembling a palace of Versailles or Saint Petersburg. 

“No, it’s like a palace in the realm of Heaven.” said John, to no one in particular.

John suddenly remembered the day he went to Richmond with Emma.

His impressed mind couldn’t help thinking Hyocheon, not just the Castle, was much more beautiful and incredible, even during war time. 

Hyocheonites certainly knew how to take better care of their city than Richmonders in times of hardships.

“I am guessing that is why they call this land, the kingdom of Heaven.” responded Heaven with a giggle. It was as if she read his thoughts. 

John was surprised to find himself nervous upon meeting the grandparents of his beloved, King Daren and Queen Juli.

He rarely became nervous, especially meeting new people.

And if this was any other king and queen, he wouldn’t look twice at them. He hated kings, and back in his theatre days he loved performing as courageous men who slayed kings. But these people were not just a king and queen. These two people were more importantly Heaven’s grandparents.

King Daren smiled at John. His aqua-teal coloured eyes seemed to brighten. There was a warm, friendly air about the king. John couldn’t help but return the smile, easing his tension. He almost could not believe this man was a king, he was so unlike most kings: tyrannical, in real life and fictional. 

And it was wonderful to see King Daren smile, in the midst of war and death. 

There was something deeply mysterious about the tiny, dark-skinned queen. Her silver coloured eyes were so brilliant and magnetic, John could not look away when she stared at him. The queen did not smile, and John was sure she was looking into his very soul. She did not greet him, no word came out of her mouth. All she did was lightly frown. 

Did she truly look into his soul and found out about his past sins? John wondered. 

John bowed. “Your majesty-“

“You have no need to refer to me as that. You’re part of this family now. No family of mine refers to me as that address.” stated King Daren, the smile never leaving his face. Queen Juli rolled her eyes and scoffed. 

John nodded and got back up on his feet. “I deeply and truly love your granddaughter above all. Just to be in her presence is a blessing. I kiss the ground she walks on and I happily breathe the air she breathes. She is so pure and unselfish and she makes me a happier man. I am so grateful for her. I want to make her my wife. Will you give your blessing?”

“Oh, of course, of course. I happily give you my blessing. I couldn’t have asked for a better man for my granddaughter. I know her father, now gone, would say the same.” said King Daren as he put his hand on John’s shoulder like a father to a son. 

John and his beautiful bride-to-be chose February 20th to be married after settling in their rooms at the Castle. 

Since war was still going on in the kingdom, it was not going to be like previous Royal weddings that occurred pre-war times. Heaven insisted she’d still be perfectly pleased about a simple and small wedding. 

The days came and passed. It seemed to be early spring, the sky was clear and the air sweet—despite the blood spilt on the ground below. Naturally, as the daughter of the slain royal Daehyun and celebrated Princess of Aewora, Heaven received much attention throughout the kingdom. The petite princess received many warm wishes and regards. 

That did not mean she was not met with terrible words. The hearts of many Aeworan men were broken and foul sayings came out of their mouths.

It was especially a shock to them that Heaven’s fiancé was not an Aeworan. Heaven did not care anyway. Love knows no nation. 

Heaven stood on the balcony outside her room. Her skin was warm and blushing from the sun above her, her orange locks dancing freely of her restricted bonnet. Heaven was once again alone with her thoughts. 

She was going to be joined to the man who had assassinated a president on the other side of the ocean the next day. 

Besides John, her loved ones had no clue. 

Heaven made the mistake of dwelling on it long enough to fill her insides with anxiety. 

Her chest seemed tighter underneath her corset. “Remember to take a deep breath,” she softly reminded herself. 

Despite the deep breathing sessions, a restless Heaven found herself pacing on her balcony. 

Her mother’s voice came to her ears, and Heaven jumped slightly. She did not even hear the door opening or her footsteps.

“You look mighty anxious,” said Annika as she moved closer to Heaven.

“I must confess I am,” admitted Heaven. And the truth about John’s past almost slipped out there, but Heaven controlled herself. 

Her mother must never know. Heaven had always sought her advice, but she knew this time she could not. She loved her mother far too much to put her in danger. 

“There is no need to be, dearest daughter of mine. All will be well.” 

Heaven nodded, embracing her mother. 

“You have not changed your mind about the wedding?” 

Heaven shook her head. “Oh, no. Never. I love the man too much to do such a thing!” 

In bed, Heaven’s mind swirled with all the things the next day would bring. Her heart was alive—at the same time with apprehension and joy. 

Love, happiness, and greatness at once were woven into her fair dreams, dreams that she had ever since she was but a little girl. Heaven, believed with all her noble heart, no future could be more brighter than that of their two lives joined as one. 

Heaven thought of the night that is to follow. She saw herself as Mrs John Singer—at last in John’s loving arms. In his arms she would find a lover, a protector like a knight, and a husband. 

And perhaps, before the year ends, a little Singer will make his or her appearance into the world.

[youngjaaes]

Himchan, Jongup and Daehyun~

send me three idols for kiss, marry, kill

omg you devil how can I choose to kill someone I love

kiss - himchanmarry - daehyun (i love him so much!)kill - jongup 

I’m so sorry to Jongup and Jongup stans, please forgive me.

#asks; #kmk #scentedmoonobservation #@daehyun please marry me

[laughing-with-god]

The Unsaid Vow (Prologue)

Synopsis- You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.

Warnings- Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a four-year-old (I never wrote for a kid before pls gimme a break), also I chose my future son's name for this fic but pls feel free to name him whatever you want :)

Slow burn Yandere Husband Jungkook

Word Count; 5.4k

Unlike the vast majority of married couples, neither you nor Jungkook donned wedding rings.

Never in your five years of marriage did you regret this decision, given it was brought upon by you and your husband’s lack of funds for fancy wedding bands at the time of your rushed marriage.

Well, you were never annoyed....until tonight, that is.

The scene before you was exceptionally intimate, so much so that you felt the instinctual need to look away in respect of the two before you.

The woman was gorgeous, effortlessly attracting all the attention the small conference room had to offer. In addition to this natural charisma spurred on by her borderline enchanting looks, her short and skin-tight red dress showed off her pleasantly curvy body. Her long, silky, and jet-black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail that provided a simple background for her darling features. Utterly doll-like was her face; petite, creamy in complexion with bright doe eyes and berry-pink lips.

Such a beautiful woman was currently in the arms of an equally, if not more so, attractive man.

He was tall and slender, yet not at all lanky given his sturdy build that was a testament to his strict workout regime. His olive skin was complimented with occasional tattoos, a mix of faded and fresh ink that you knew like the back of your hand despite only the tats on his hand currently showing in his crisp Valentino suit. His mid-length inky black hair was down to frame his sharp face, and indeed it was a very handsome one consisting of full eyebrows, bow-like lips, a fleshy yet impish nose, and two large, yet seemingly bottomless, raven orbs.

This man had his arms encircling the middle of the mysterious woman, her expression lifting into a light-hearted giggle as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.

Whatever she said must’ve been amusing to the man, given his usual stoic facade briefly melted away as he allowed a small smile at her words, his pearly round teeth peeking out for a split-second appearance.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that these two were lovers.

But there was only one problem with this scene.

That was your husband, Jungkook.

And that woman in his arms was not you.

As if sensing your distress and wanting to soothe your well-founded suspicion, Jungkook pulled away from the woman and ran his gaze across the room- only stopping when he spotted you. Your spouse then gestured at you, the girl following his line of sight and landing on you and your pitiful spot by the snack table. Her joyful expression briefly dropped for a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second, but she quickly plastered on another grin and nodded. The two then strode their way over to you, barely giving you enough time to steel your nerves and muster a polite purse of the lips.

Before you knew it, the woman was right in front of you with your partner at her side instead of yours. Much to your dismay, she was only more attractive up close, and you narrowly held back a grimace as she held out a hand in introduction. You took it and shook it lifelessly.

“Hello, you must be Mrs. Jeon. I’m Sana, Jungkook’s colleague.” Even her voice was pretty, musical and light to the ears.

“H-Hi, nice to meet you but please call me Y/n.” A brief and awkward pause as Sana briefly sized you up and down. “Um, Jungkook has never mentioned you….” you trailed off, side-eyeing your husband in hopes he would intervene and add context to this random goddess he’s thrust upon you.

Jungkook gracefully took his cue and explained, “Sana transferred from another branch out of the city and has only been with us for five months. I’m her case supervisor and have been taking care of her, showing her the ropes and whatnot.”

Sana didn’t even spare you a glance as she fondly looked up at your husband, coyly biting her lip and saying in a much softer tone that could've been just for his ears only, “And he’s been really good at taking care of me.”

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous stay-at-home wife who obsessed over the tiniest details between her husband and other women, but the double meaning behind her badly-whispered comment was enough to make you splutter in disbelief. However before you could even gather up the courage to ask just what the hell ‘taking care of me’ consisted of, two new faces waltzed up and joined the conversation.

“Are you all enjoying this fabulous Christmas party?” A tall, broad-shouldered but nice-looking man asked in a tone of familiar amicability.

You thankfully smiled up at him, having met him many times before.

His name was Jin, and he was the one who got Jungkook this job.

It occurred about five years ago when you first told Jungkook that you were pregnant. Being the romantic but overall good guy that Jungkook was, he insisted that you two get married so that your child could have parents who were at least husband and wife. In addition it would also lessen the judgment in your two families, which at the time was extremely appealing to you. You had agreed to marry on one condition: after running to the courthouse you two would need to move in together in a decent apartment with a room for the nursery. But getting an apartment would mean month-to-month rent, and Jungkook’s tattooing gigs weren’t stable enough to ensure that.

Jin was originally a friend of Jungkook’s older brother, but when he heard through the grapevine about the issue, he bought Jungkook a couple of suits and offered him a job at the corporation he worked at.

Now Jungkook made more than enough money to support your little family, and it was all because Jin took a chance on a college drop-out and his knocked-up girlfriend.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the unknown lady beside Jin.

“I’d say a little too much fun if anything. Sana and Jungkook, we get that you're the infamous office couple but maybe tone it down a bit, huh?” She joked while raising her brows at the close proximity between the two.

A long and tortuous silence swept the scene.

Jin glanced at you, pity swimming in his usually carefree eyes.

Not trusting your voice to say anything and desperately wanting to hide your face from the piercing eyes, you distracted yourself by taking calculated sips of watered-down eggnog.

“Daehyun...this is actually Y/n, Jungkook’s wife,” Jin told the lady in an uncomfortable voice.

You didn’t know what stung more, the fact that this stranger thought that there was more chemistry between Sana and your husband than with you, or that it was Jin who corrected this mistake and not Jungkook himself.

“O-Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” Daehyun awkwardly said to you while avoiding direct eye contact.

You offered a tight smile, “Pleasure.”

Whatever gratitude you could’ve had for Daehyun’s clear embarrassment quickly vanished when the woman went on to continue, “I’m sorry. Jungkook never mentioned being married and he doesn’t wear a ring so I didn’t even know. I bet it must be interesting for his housewife to meet his office wife though, right?”

She laughed, not realizing that she only succeeded in putting a foot in her mouth right before stomping it all over your pesky little heart. The group didn’t seem to share your uneasiness, all three of them politely chuckling along to the lukewarm joke at your expense. Once again, you focused on your dwindling beverage to avoid the burden of speaking or even facing them directly, too scared that your miserable expression would be unanimously inspected.

“Well, we just came over to recruit you all for some karaoke!” Jin cheerfully announced, clearly trying to change the subject, “There’s a machine in the break-out room and it’s more fun to sing with a group.”

“More like you want an audience.” Jungkook wittingly teased, a handsome smirk on his face as Sana playfully scolded him with a push to the chest.

“I’ll take your jabs now Kookie because I know they stem from your insecurity that I can actually upstage you in the vocals department.” Jin rebutted in good nature, even letting your husband’s old nickname slip.

Daehyun and Sana both guffawed at this declaration, exaggerated disbelief present on their faces.

“Jungkook is the best singer in the office. He’ll upstage you without even trying.” Daehyun said in a tenor of utter confidence.

“Only one way to find out!” Jin brushed the comment off, pointing to the direction of the assumed breakout room, “Karaoke anyone?”

The so-called office wife nodded enthusiastically, taking your husband’s arm and looking up at him to plead, “Can we do a duet of that one song we like?”

Jungkook, for the first time in seemingly hours, shot you with a questioning gaze.

Be married to someone for a while and you’ll learn how to decipher what they’re trying to say with just mere looks. Your husband was wordlessly inquiring if you were going to join, if he should go along with the group or if you two should break away and do something else.

The ball was finally in your court.

Not wanting to be rude but needing to get away from these people before you lost your cool, you decided on a subtle excuse.

“I need a refill, but maybe we can meet you all later?” You said, shaking your empty paper cup as if to prove your case.

“Oh, well the drinks are right behind you.” Sana condescendingly pointed out, tightening her hold on your husband and began steering him towards the exit, “We’ll save a seat for you.”

Bewildered, you watched as Jungkook obediently followed her lead with the Daehyun girl trailing behind.

He didn’t even spare you a glance.

You wanted to be angry.

You wanted to storm up to your husband, yank him out of the clutches of his colleagues and practically drag him back home under the premise that he would never speak to Sana ever again.

But instead of a righteous rage fueled by the marital vows you two took, utter exhaustion bestowed upon you and prevented any instigation on your part.

Maybe earlier in your marriage you would’ve fought for his attention, but now you simply just wanted to go home and lick your wounds with the help of a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while self-obsessing over Sana’s outrageous attractiveness. After all, who could blame any hot-blooded man for choosing that goddess over you? What could you possibly do but lean back and accept that she was the obvious choice?

Other than her being a knockout beauty while you were merely average on your best day, she had other qualities that made her a more appealing catch. She was most likely younger than you, obviously fit, more ambitious and professionally driven than you, and presumably has no kids.

Meanwhile, you were just an old stay-at-home mom who lived off of her husband’s paychecks while he fucked his coworkers behind her oblivious back.

Before you could draw more detailed comparisons between Sana and yourself, you felt a large hand place itself on the middle of your back, successfully guiding your attention to the only person who bothered staying by your side.

Jin smiled sadly at you, sympathy shadowing his expression as he gestured with his other hand to the empty cup still in your hold. “Let’s get you some more eggnog.”

You nodded wordlessly, still speechless from the interaction, and allowed the taller man to guide you towards the snack table. Jin then took your cup and refilled it himself, providing you the opportunity to pick at the catered food in some cheap attempt at stress eating. By the time Jin came back with a full cup, you were halfway done with a sugar cookie and eyeing the meatballs next.

“Here ya go,” Jin said as he handed over the drink to you. You took it and nodded in thanks but kept your eyes glued to the food, not wanting him to see just how defeated and tired your face probably was. But, Jin wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. “Y/n….I know what you saw and heard looks really bad but trust me….nothing is going on between Sana and Jungkook.”

You snorted. “It doesn’t just look bad, Jin. It was like they were practically rubbing it in my face. Him having an affair isn’t the problem, it’s the way they’re not even bothering to keep it down. The least they could do is be discreet.”

Jin’s jaw slightly dropped, “‘Him having an affair isn’t the problem’? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? Of course that would be a problem! Do you not care about your own marriage anymore?”

And there it was.

The big question.

Did you truly even care about this marriage?

Well, let’s look at the facts.

One: The disrespect of his alleged mistress was more offensive to you than the fact that she was a mistress.

Two: Jungkook dragging you along to this office Christmas party was the first time in over a year that he bothered to take you out.

Three: You two had humble beginnings and could barely afford food, much less wedding bands when you first got married, but now he was a very wealthy man and had no excuse for not buying you or himself a ring. Unless, of course, he enjoyed acting single around other women.

Four: And on top of all this, it had to be factored in how distant he has been with overwhelming work hours that prevented any alone time with your husband. Sex with Jungkook has been off the table for almost a year now.

But did any of this really bother you until tonight? The answer was a resounding no. You were willing to take all those burdens in stride but tonight it wasn’t just about the fact that you were the unwanted wife Jungkook got sacked with, it was the fact that you were humiliated and forced to face the type of girl Jungkook should’ve been married to all along. That was all you were truly upset about.

The conclusion that you indeed didn’t care about your marriage and haven’t in some time now hit you in a sudden wave, but in no way were you shocked.

Voice shaky and brittle, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Jin and say the one thing you always secretly thought but never dared utter out loud. “I-I guess I always expected it to end like this. When we were younger, he was always the popular one and all the girls wanted him. We were only dating for three months when I got pregnant, and if it weren’t for our son he probably would’ve dumped me eventually and left for another girl. But, he stuck around for his kid because he’s a good father. And I’ve been nothing but a burden to him for a while now.”

Tears began to blur your vision, forcing you to quickly duck down and quietly sip at your drink so as to not embarrass yourself even more.

You heard a shuffle and suddenly Jin was holding you, using both of his lengthy arms to cage you in and rest you against his broad chest. It had been a long time since a man had held you like that, and you practically went boneless at the contact. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the incoming tears, even going so far as to solely focus on the scent of Jin’s cologne as he soothingly said, “Y/n, listen closely to what I’m about to say. You and Hugo were never a burden to Jungkook, and you two never will be. Your marriage was sudden, but it doesn’t make it less valid than any other marriage out there. Jungkook has been with you for so long, he just doesn’t realize when other women are interested in him because he’s been off the market forever. But I promise you, if I knew for even a second that he cheated, I would tell you right away.”

You didn’t say anything.

Although Jin’s words were comforting, they weren’t necessarily true. A marriage that started from a healthy courtship and true love instead of inconvenient circumstances was of course more valid than yours. And even though you were sure of Jin’s honesty and loyalty to you, Jungkook could’ve easily kept his affair secret from Jin as well.

However, you didn’t wish to concern Jin anymore. You already put him through too much awkwardness tonight and didn’t want to keep him by your side as some sort of emotional sponsor any longer than you already have. Jin always loved parties and was the life of any one he was invited to, even if it was just a lame annual office gathering. You then felt guilty for putting Jin in a situation where he would even have to console you when he should be out enjoying karaoke with the rest of his coworkers.

You promptly pulled away from Jin and wiped at your face. He released you and also took a step back, carefully studying you for any signs of further turmoil. Once sure that your face was acceptably dry, you gazed back up at him and offered a thankful smile. “Thanks Jin, I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you. I really have to use the ladies' room though, can you point me to it?”

“It’s right by the conference room,” Jin informed, pointing out the general direction for you. You nodded and took a few steps toward it before he grasped your wrist to stop you and ask, “Do you want me to wait for you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just find you and Jungkook when I’m out. Go and join the others for karaoke.”

Jin nodded but seemed unsure.

You didn’t look back to see if he actually went to follow the others, instead just advancing to the restrooms, secretly looking forward to some alone time even if it had to come from a public bathroom.

Once you entered the restroom you were relieved to find it completely empty, you weren’t sure if you could handle another run-in with Jungkook’s female colleagues. They all seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.

Instantly, you dashed to the mirror to inspect your makeup, assuming at least the mascara was ruined from your little cry. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and you were able to clean the smudges up with a damp napkin. You focused all your attention on the dreadfully small task, trying not to study your reflection too much given it would just conjure up more mental comparisons to all the other prettier women you encountered that night.

Yet the small task couldn’t last a lifetime, and you had to resort to looking at your phone in search of things to do. You weren’t emotionally ready to go out and search for your husband, so you wanted to prolong your time in the bathroom. Although it hasn’t been that long since you left the house, you decided to text the babysitter for any updates about your son.

To Emily: Hey, is everything okay with Hugo?

It only took about 40 seconds for the teenage neighbor girl to text back an answer, clearly on top of things and overly eager to provide any updates.

Emily: Yes! He ate his dinner, took his bath and we’re about to get ready for bed.

Your motherly instincts were satisfied with that response, but it didn’t do anything to subdue your desire to return back home. Your thumbs briefly hovered over the keypad, somewhat hesitant with the next text you were about to send.

To Emily: Great, thanks again for doing this. Listen, I think we might head back home sooner than we thought. Don’t worry tho, I’ll still give you the pay for the full four hours.

Before you could wait for a response from her, the sound of multiple incoming footsteps interrupted the steady silence in the restroom. Muffled female conversation could also be heard, the slight laughter and bickering amongst a group of women approaching the bathroom. Your fight or flight instinct was triggered, and to avoid any more awkward encounters you rushed to the nearest stall and shut the door- fully prepared to wait out the faceless group of female colleagues.

You heard the restroom door swish open before the women burst in, chatting and giggling with their heels clicking against the tile floor. One of the unknown females made way to the stall beside you, the others presumably hovering by the mirror if the sudden comments about their appearances were anything to go by. You quietly sighed and pulled out your phone again, ready to drown out their office politics talk.

Only for the conversation to somehow steer towards you.

“Did you see her?”

“Of course, I was very confused, to be honest.” One of them replied. “I mean….look at Jungkook and you just assume that whoever he’s with is drop-dead gorgeous, and she was just eh.”

“Yeah, she was pretty plain. What was her name again?”

“Y/n.” A third voice cut in, this one eerily familiar to you.

You glued a hand over your mouth to silence your gasp.

It was Sana.

“Did he ever mention her around you? You are the closest to him in the office Sana, and we didn’t even know he had a wife until tonight.”

“No, I didn’t know until tonight either.”

“What?! That’s insane. Literally all the time he spends with you: getting coffee, buying you lunch, driving you home after late nights, and he conveniently never mentions that he has a wife at home?”

“That’s suspicious. But I guess if I had a dog like that at home, I’d never mention her either.”

Cruel laughter from all of them.

The toilet from the stall next to you flushed, then opened as a new voice entered the discussion while she approached the sinks.

“It’s more than suspicious. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring. And he’s so close to Sana but never mentioned that he’s married?” A pause as she washed her hands. “It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. Jungkook is trying to have an affair with Sana.”

Although this exchange was extremely hurtful to you, you felt somewhat relieved that you weren’t the only one to see what your husband was doing.

A pause hung in the air as none of the women spoke for a minute, they were willing to gossip but apparently outright declaring the obvious was a step too far for them.

Eventually, one of them chimed in with their own observation.

“Can you blame him? Sana you’re the most beautiful person in the office and you look so good next to him anyway. Much better than that cow Y/n.”

Another round of obnoxious laughter that broke your heart.

“C’mon guys. We gotta head back. Jungkook is gonna get anxious if Sana is away for too long.” Someone teased.

They all murmured in agreement, heading towards the exit as a group before one stopped them with a final question.

“Wait, Sana. If Jungkook does want to have an affair with you, what are you going to do?”

Although you couldn’t physically see Sana, you practically heard the smirk on her face as she said, “Who says we already aren’t having one?”

--

Needless to say, you ditched the Christmas party almost immediately after the bathroom incident.

You texted Jungkook a white lie about Emily struggling with Hugo, although a good father would’ve known something was up because your son had never given babysitters any trouble before. But luckily, your husband also wasn’t doing so hot in the dad department either.

You would’ve felt bad for not telling the truth if the truth wasn’t so fucking embarrassing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go home to cry like a little girl because I caught your coworkers talking shit about me. Oh, and also your little girlfriend accidentally let it slip that you’ve been fucking her this whole time. K talk to ya later!”

You grimaced at the thought of actually sending that text.

Sure it’s what that cheating bastard deserves, but you just weren’t emotionally ready for that fight yet. Especially after the night you endured, you needed some time to pick yourself up and figure out what to do next.

Divorce was the next logical step, but you were financially dependent on Jungkook. If you moved out and took Hugo with you, where would you two stay? How could you afford to be a single parent? And if Jungkook were to try to fight you for custody or the divorce in general, you would need a damn good lawyer. Unfortunately, lawyers weren’t cheap, especially one that stood a chance against Jungkook and all his wealth.

Your shoulders sagged with the imaginary weight of all these burdens.

When you entered the high-rise penthouse that you called home, you were surprised to see Emily anxiously pacing the foyer in waiting for your arrival.

“Hey, how was Hugo?” You greeted politely, already opening your clutch to pull out the agreed-upon salary.

“M-Mrs. Jeon, I swear I tried to have him in bed by eight like you said but he’s being stubborn and said he won’t go to sleep until you come back and read to him-” The teenager rushed out all at once, clearly nervous that you would scold her.

You held a hand out to stop her rambles, using your other hand to give her the money, and offered her what you hoped was a comforting smile, “It’s okay, Em. Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Why don’t you run home now and try to enjoy your Christmas Eve?”

Emily looked relieved that you weren’t mad, gratefully taking the cash before grabbing her jacket and shoes to make her exit. “Thanks so much for this Mrs. Jeon. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.” You farewelled while walking the young girl out, locking the door behind her.

You turned around and proceeded down a long hallway that led to the bedrooms, stopping at the door beside the master room which belonged to your four-year-old son. You opened it to peer inside, the familiar deep blue walls with painted-on sea creatures greeting you back, swiftly reminding you once more of Hugo’s obsession with the ocean.

Your son was bundled up in a twin bed so big that it practically drowned him, his small frame barely being recognizable in the large fish-printed duvet wrapped around his tiny frame, only his small and adorable face peeking out to stare right back at you.

Hugo was essentially a carbon copy of Jungkook. At first you were somewhat resentful about this, how was it possible that you carried a baby for nine months and he came out with absolutely none of your features? But after a while of watching Hugo grow up and come into his own slowly but surely, you were pacified by the conclusion that while he may look exactly like his father, his personality and heart took after you.

“Dumpling, why did Emily say you were giving her a hard time and wouldn’t go to bed?” You asked gently, sitting by his side and petting his black hair.

‘Dumpling’ was a nickname you chose for Hugo since you first found out you were pregnant with him. It stemmed from your sudden pregnancy craving to eat dumplings and nothing else, you once even going two straight weeks surviving off the food. There were many times where Jungkook had to bribe you into eating other things, playing on your guilt for not providing your baby all the nutrition he needed. But even now ‘Dumpling’ still stuck, if Hugo’s chubby cheeks were anything to go by.

“Mommy, I-I’m sorry but-” His big doe eyes looked up at you in teary guilt, “I really needed you here. It was a nece-necess-”

“Necessity, bub.” You finished for him, grinning at his attempt at a big word.

Part of you wanted to scold the boy for being difficult, but you didn’t have the heart to. Lately, Hugo has been more clingy to you than ever before. Yet it was practically impossible to punish him because Hugo has always been a good kid and you knew deep down that he didn’t act out unless there was something else going on. You suspected that it had something to do with the lack of his father’s presence that forced him to hold onto you like his life depended on it.

“Well try not to do it again, okay? Emily is a nice girl and she’s just following my orders when she tells you to go to bed.” You said, ducking down to peck the crown of his head and continue running your fingers through his hair.

Hugo nodded in understanding but ultimately stayed silent, basking in your cuddles.

All was silent for a passing moment, and while Hugo enjoyed his mother’s touch, your mind gradually returned to the turmoil that was your marriage.

A sudden epiphany struck you and bit your lip as you debated an idea.

Should you expose your son to your future plan?

The victim of any divorce has always been the children who were left behind. And the last thing you wanted to do was blindside Hugo. Perhaps you should play the hypothetical game just to see where your son’s head was at? It went without saying that Hugo was closer to you than Jungkook and you were more of a parent than your husband. But still, every kid deserved to have a say in their parents’ divorce.

“Bub, how would you feel if….it was just me and you?” You hesitantly inquired.

“What do you mean mommy?” Hugo titled his head in bewilderment and craned his neck to look back up at you.

“What if me and you went away to live together?” You clarified.

“Like a va-vayca-”

“Vacation? And no. But forever. Just me, you and no one else.” You whispered, as if Jungkook himself would storm in and catch you planning your escape with the toddler.

“Oh.” A pause as you could practically hear the mechanisms in his four-year-old brain trying to work out the logistics of what you just proposed. “Okay.”

The nonchalance in his youthful voice had you taken aback.

“It’s a really big decision, Hugo. You wouldn’t mind...not living with daddy anymore, right? You would hardly ever see him, dumpling.”

The boy shifted to lean more of his body against you, essentially resting against you with his head on your chest as he said, “But it’s like that already, mommy.”

Your heart broke.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling a maternal instinct to comfort and protect.

“Okay Dumpling. I need you to promise me not to tell daddy what we talked about.”

“”Kay.” Hugo yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deep breaths of your scent and beginning the process of falling asleep. “When do we leave?”

“It’ll take some time, bub. You start school in a few months, so mommy will try to find a job while you’re there.” You told him, not bothering to try to explain the concept of a lawyer or apartment deposits on top of that. “But we can do this. It has to be a secret but you're my partner in crime.”

“Like spies?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, like spies. Promise to work with mommy in utter secrecy?”

You held up a pinky, one that Hugo grasped with his own.

“Promise.”

Author’s Note:  So....A while ago before I took my long ass hiatus, I did a poll for which yandere story I should write next.  The Unsaid Vow won but that was around the same time that shit hit the fan in my life.  Recently was scrolling through my notes on my phone and found some of the plot points for this story and I needed a lil break from QQ.  Plus I know so many ppl were hyped for this concept so....Here ya go lol.  This is kinda short but it’s just a set up, Chapter one’s plot line will start a few months after this when Hugo will start kindergarten and Y/n will actually start looking in to jobs, lawyers and apartments.  Also I’m sorry but I’m really bad at writing for kids lol, and I absolutely refuse to write that gross ass baby talk so just pretend your son is a lil genius okay? Also srry Once but I needed really pretty girls to be villians in my story so yeah, Twice girls in here aren’t likable but aren’t reflective of how i actually feel about them lol.

Big thanks to @sushireads​ once again for creating the cover art for this fic.  They literally are becoming my go-to for fic art.

And my beta readers @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop​! They beta’d for QQ and I came to them really early about this fic.  They were with me since the beginning and have given me advice with creative choices to just simple grammar.  They easily could’ve leaked the first draft of this too but they didn’t and kept it secret for a while.  I was really insecure about getting out of my comfort zone with this plot but they really guided me.  

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hi! can i request for tbz reaction to their daughter dating another member's child? thank you!

i feel like i could probably say these are all canon,,, but not that all these couples ended up together😭 i just feel that at one point,, each one of them would’ve dated another yk

also i wrote these as little scenarios instead of bullet points!! let me know what you think🥰🥰

sangyeon:

saerom & luca (13/14)

“why am i not allowed a boyfriend? saerom’s dating luca.”

“sarang!” the 13-year-old exclaimed.

“what?” sangyeon asked, “saerom?! you’re dating luca?! as in… luca bae?! saerom, you know you’re not allowed to date until you’re 15.”

“well, i’m like… almost 15.”

“no! luca’s almost 15! oh my god, luca’s almost 15! he’s older than you, saerom!”

“dad!” saerom groaned, “please, just leave it alone.”

“were you at least gonna tell me?!”

“no!”

“why not?!”

saerom glared at her dad as you just laughed from beside him.

“oh,” he nodded, “i get it.”

saerom rolled her eyes, leaving the room.

“she’s like 5! she can’t have a boyfriend!” he exclaimed.

“13, but sure,” you chuckled.

jacob:

bailey & donghyuck (16)

“what if he’s a complete weirdo?” jacob stressed.

“it’s okay, jake, i trust bailey to make a smart decision.”

he sighed, nodding, “you’re right.”

“mum! dad!” bailey called, running in the kitchen, boyfriend in tow, “meet my boyfriend!”

“donghyuck?!” jacob exclaimed, “bailey, i thought… i thought it was gonna be someone we didn’t know?”

“why? i never said that,” bailey giggled, the two speaking in english, donghyuck’s frantic eyes flitting back and forth.

“don’t worry, donghyuck-ah, we’re just relieved it’s you,” you said.

“yeah! bailey, don’t scare us like that! you can date anyone of the boys’ sons, or daughters, i dont care!” jacob laughed.

“oh, okay! we’re going up to my room,” bailey smiled.

“door open. no loud music,” jacob said sternly.

“you just said you didnt care!”

“door open, no loud music.”

bailey rolled her eyes, “fine.”

younghoon:

juno & milo (14)

“i dont doubt that eunji is actually going to marry hyunjung, you know,” you said as the three of you sat at the dinner table, picking at your food.

“don’t say that,” younghoon whined, putting his chopsticks down, “she’s only 16.”

“yeah but they seem actually in love,” you shrugged, “i’m just saying.”

juno giggled, younghoon looking at her sternly, “you’re not allowed to do that, okay?”

“what do you mean?”

“find a boy and get married early.”

“well…”

“juno!” younghoon exclaimed.

“oh my god, who?!”

juno blushed, speaking through a mouthful of rice, “milo.”

“milo?! milo as in eric’s son?!” younghoon yelled

“yes?”

“oh my god. no he’s a baby. you’re a baby! what?!”

“they’re the same age, actually,” you hummed.

“why are you not…?! what?! this is crazy!”

“are you mad?” juno asked.

younghoon sighed, “no. i just can’t believe you’re so old. i can’t believe i’m so old!”

he took his bowl, storming to the kitchen as you rolled your eyes.

“congrats, honey.”

hyunjae:

soojin & seongcheol (8/10)

“i just think you should know, dad,” hansol said, leaning over the back of the sofa so his head was beside his dad’s, “i saw soojin holding ju seongcheol’s hand when they were walking out of school today.”

hyunjae pushed hansol’s head away before pausing, “wait. seriously?”

“soojin! come here!” hyunjae yelled.

“coming daddy!” she called, running down the stairs, “what is it?”

“soojin, are you dating seongcheol?”

“yes! he’s my boyfriend, daddy!” soojin giggled.

hansol shrugged, pointing at his little sister, primary evidence.

hyunjae smiled, “congratulations honey, i hope he treats you well.”

soojin giggled, running back upstairs.

“what?!”

“she’s 8! and it’s seongcheol, what’s he gonna do?”

juyeon:

bora & minjoon (18)

“hey dad, hey uncle q,” bora smiled, walking into the dance studio, hand-in-hand with minjoon.

“what’s this?” juyeon asked, out of breath from choreographing, motioning to their interlocked hands.

bora looked at him, confused, “we’re dating?”

“what?!”

q laughed, looking at juyeon, shocked, “how did you not know?”

“you didn’t tell me that!”

“no, of course i didn’t tell you out-right, that’s weird! but you know, me and minjoon spend a lot of time together, i thought you would’ve caught on.”

“you have to tell me these things out-right! and why would that be weird?! i wanna know!”

“okay, fine, i’ll tell you!”

“well it’s too late now,” juyeon sulked, “but you, if you do anything—“

“woah, he’s my son as well!”

“i don’t care, she’s my daughter.”

“oh my god, let’s go,” bora sighed.

kevin:

faith & eunbi (13)

“dad, can i talk to you?”

“sure,” kevin said, hopping down off the stool to follow faith into the living room, “what is it? you look worried.”

“i’m not worried,” faith shook her head, “i just… i got a girlfriend the other day.”

kevin nodded, “cool. what’s her name?”

“uhm… eunbi.”

“eunbi?! as in… ji eunbi?!”

“why is that the part you’re most shocked at?” faith laughed, falling back in relief.

“well yeah! i don’t know how to feel about that! i don’t care that you’re dating a girl,” kevin laughed, leaning over to kiss her head, “i’m proud of you, though.”

new:

kyuhyuk & howon (16/15)

“why are you ignoring me?!” howon yelled.

“ya, howon, what are you doing?” new asked.

“don’t! dad, it’s fine,” kyuhyuk said, grabbing howon and dragging him up the stairs to his bedroom.

“what is that about?” you asked.

new waited until his bedroom door was shut before creeping upstairs and hanging around outside his son’s door.

“no one knows, howon,” kyuhyuk said, “i liked it, i enjoyed it. but we can’t continue this.”

“kyu, please,” howon said, “i love you.”

new gasped, his heart dropping.

“just leave, howon. i’m sorry.”

new quickly went into his room, waiting until howon had left the house until he went to knock on kyuhyuk’s door, “kyu? can i come in?”

“what?”

“i just, wanted to see how you were.”

“you heard us didn’t you?” he asked with teary eyes.

new nodded slowly.

“i’m sorry,” he sobbed.

“you have nothing to be sorry for,” new gasped, pulling kyuhyuk into his arms, “do not apologise to me okay? apologise to howon.”

“i’m just scared.”

“i know, baby, i know. i’m so proud of you.”

q:

haemi & hyunwoo (8)

“i’ll see you tomorrow, haemi,” hyunwoo smiled.

the little boy looked around, almost comically, before leaning forward and kissing the little girl.

haemi blushed, “bye, hyunwoo.”

hyunwoo waved, continuing his walk back to his house as haemi turned around and headed towards her front door.

“ji haemi what was that?!” changmin screamed, opening the door.

“huh?”

“i saw that! why are you kissing hyunwoo?!”

“he’s my boyfriend,” she muttered.

changmin squealed, “what?! when were you gonna tell me this?! when did this happen?!”

juhaknyeon:

youngjee & yoon (16/17)

“can you hear that?” haknyeon asked, getting out of bed and heading over to the door.

“hear what?” you asked.

haknyeon shook his head, crossing the hallways and knocking on youngjee’s door, “jee, can i come in?”

“u-uhm no! just a minute!”

“youngjee?!” haknyeon repeated, opening the door to see yoon stood next to youngjee’s bed, shirt on the floor, “i knew it!”

“dad!” youngjee groaned, “get out!”

“when did he get here?!”

yoon laughed nervously, pointing to the open window.

“yoon! oh my god, you’re both idiots!” youngjee rolled her eyes, shutting the door in haknyeon’s face.

“just be safe please! and yoon, use the door!”

sunwoo:

rina & soohyun (4/16)

“you alright there, rina?” sunwoo chuckled, watching as rina laced her tiny hand with soohyun’s bigger one, dragging him over to the paddling pool with her.

rina nodded, “soohyun-oppa’s my boyfriend.”

sangyeon laughed in the background while sunwoo shook his head.

“you’re too young for boys, rina-ya. and soohyun’s a lot older than you,” he said sweetly.

“i love him!” rina giggled, hugging soohyun’s leg.

soohyun just shrugged, continuing to play with rina sweetly.

“just leave her, sunwoo, it’s cute.”

“she shouldn’t be thinking about boys.”

you whacked him, “she’s not, you idiot, she’s 4 and she likes soohyun.”

“whatever.”

eric:

violet & daehyun (19/22)

“i’ll pick you up tomorrow as well, okay? where something nice, we’re going out for dinner,” daehyun said, one arm around the car seat violet was sitting in.

“okay,” she smiled, “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“bye, baby,” he said, leaning over and kissing her.

she placed her hand on his jaw, deepening the kiss.

“ya! violet sohn!”

violet pulled away with a grunt, “i told you not to park so close.”

“with daehyun?! he’s so much older than you! violet, come here right now!”

“i’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered as she got out the car.

eric frowned, “no you won’t!”

“calm down, dad,” violet groaned.

“get inside. hey daehyun! you’re an idiot!”

“love you too uncle eric! i’m telling dad you said that!”

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Down By The Lake - Part 1

Summary: It was only meant to be a stolen moment between you and your lover Daehyun and ended with him framed for murdering your best friend. With the assistance of your aloof friend Inspector Bang, could you find the real culprit called The Pauper, in time to clear Daehyun’s name?

Pairing: Jung Daehyun x reader ft. Bang Yongguk

Genre: murder mystery / periodic au / horror-ish

Warnings: murder / death / dark content given the nature of the storyline

Down By The Lake will be shared daily at 10am NZST.

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The candled lighting flickered like a thousand stars in the grand hall, dancing across the faces and gleaming jewellery of the fine people within it. The annual jubilee ball was always a great success and tonight was like no other. Expensive fabrics of various shades and textures floated around the dance floor against men in elegant black suits, mixing together to make a collage of colours that any artist would relish to paint. In fact, there were several of the talented members of society doing so, sketching and painting remembrance of those that danced, laughed and dined the night in fashion. It was a season for celebration, although you had long gone forgotten what the rich were exactly rejoicing for. It was all the same for you, a never-ending cycle of who could buy the most expensive dress tailored to fit their loving daughters in hopes to marry them off to the young proprietors, dashing Earls, or any other eligible man within the room that had money.

Although you knew that was the way the upper-class society worked, you despised it immensely. It was worse for you as the daughter of Lord Brayer, since you were expected to marry the most eligible of all the men in the county. Your violet dress was by far the prettiest, draped over your body in a manner that had kept numerous eyes upon you all night. It irked you that you were beautiful, even though you were a vain person and could not imagine yourself any other way. However, it made you only more appealing to men of all ages and offers that one day your father could not turn down. You wished to be a normal young woman who could do as you pleased and not have to live by so many standards.

“Your dancing is by far the most gracious I have ever encountered,” Lord Wilsford complimented as he took you as his partner for another round. You smiled politely at the man, although you felt like stomping on his foot instead.

“I have been in lessons for most of my life, my Lord,” you replied matter-of-factly, smiling again as to keep him fooled to your real emotions. “If I could not dance well by now, I would certainly not gain the attention from as many as I have.”

“I do not believe that, my Lady. You would be able to dance this beautifully even without lessons. Your precision is by far the most natural I have met in a partner.”

“Thank you,” you replied flatly, your mood souring at his constant compliments. You had learned over the years that many came as thick and sickeningly sweet at times, and despite endeavouring to push them aside, it was not in your nature to do so. You were too independent for the crushing compliments of men who wanted to obtain you, and even with being taught that being submissive and courteous were the most desirable traits a woman could possess, you were too opinionated to follow the rules destined upon you by birth as a female.

You could feel the predatory gaze from the man who bestowed another smile upon you. “I believe I could not grow tired of dancing with you all night.”

“However, Lord Wilsford, how is that fair to any other man in this hall tonight?” you countered, watching the man frown and his grip tightened upon your waist. You were instantly displeased, having since a child disliked being handled forcefully without any reason.

You would not become one’s prey tonight.

“Surely the other men do not take your fancy like I do, Y/N. We have danced together on three occurrences this evening.”

Gritting your teeth, you then forcibly placed a smile upon your lips. “I believe all of those instances you speak of are from your constant need to dance with me. If you would excuse me now, I must make my rounds once again amongst all the guests. Until next time, my Lord.”

He was shocked by your confident dismissal and this worked to your advantage, slipping out of his loosened clutches and after dropping into a brief curtsy, you hastened to put distance between the man and yourself. Your skin felt as if it was being attacked by the freezing bite of the deepest winter’s snow and you shuddered. Your patience for the crowds, laughter and glitz had worn off a long time previous and you became determined to remove yourself from the party. Running through the large hallways of your home, only the sounds of your heels clattering upon the marble floors signalled that of your escape. An easy smile began to spread across your face as you went through the parlour’s large doors that led outside, pulling the digging claws of the pins within your long hair out so it fell to whip around your face as you continued to run away.

You were deep within the large maze of the garden when a hand shot out and grabbed you, the other stifling the shriek that left your mouth in surprise. Your bright eyes went wide momentarily until you caught glimpse of the man holding you captive. Daehyun lowered his hands and smiled at you tenderly. “You left me waiting far longer than I anticipated. It must be close to midnight, surely.”

“I am indeed sorry,” you honestly answered, closing your eyes and leaning into the hand that now cupped your cheek. You reopened your eyelids and smiled brightly up at him.

“Would you have had me wait here until a new sun rose for the day?” Daehyun continued, licking his plump lips and then smirked. “You look very ridiculous tonight.”

“This dress is so heavy, I feel as if I have a weight upon me that is dragging me towards the ground,” you complained and he chuckled. Leaning towards him, you smiled. “Perhaps you could be a gentleman and help remove it?”

“You are a positively wicked creature, Y/N.”

“Why? I am merely asking for your assistance.”

“Here?” Daehyun questioned and you nodded. “You surely wish to risk being found with your stable hand by others from the party and have me hanged?”

“So I can go for a swim in the lake under the moonlight,” you reiterated, slapping Daehyun’s arm as he chuckled, hands delving into the rich fabric, searching for the enclosures. You grinned at his willingness, stretching up to kiss him on the side of his face. His hands faltered and dark eyes turned to soak you up, making you feel as if the fabric upon you would suffocate you with how stifling hot it was becoming.

“Temptress,” he murmured before continuing with his aid, taking some time to figure the confusing nature of it before stripping off his plain shirt as well. Taking your hand, you both began darting down the pathway to the lake beyond the garden maze.

Just as you were about to enter the water, Daehyun pulled you back into the bushes rapidly, a hand covering your muffled confusion as best as it could. Staring up at him, you stilled when you heard the gurgled cry, the splashing of frantic water beyond your vision. You lurched forward only for Daehyun to hold you more tightly, shaking his head desperately. The noise from the lake soon ceased as your heart grew louder within your chest. Just as you went to pull away again, you heard footsteps enclosing on your hideaway, Daehyun quietly drawing you both back into the garden and out of complete sight. Clamping your eyes shut, you remained tucked into his side until he tapped you, giving you the silent instruction to wait where you were hidden.

Shaking your head in protest, you gripped at his hand and Daehyun swallowed heavily before nodding, stepping out onto the pathway again and checking both ways. You stumbled behind him onto the lakefront, gasping when you saw a body floating within the stained water.

“Stay here,” Daehyun instructed and you let go of his hand when you recognised the dress design, dashing into the water. Turning the woman over, you screamed and fell backwards, tears streaming from your eyes.

It was Lucy, your best friend.

And you had just listened to her death.

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Mistletoe Manor - Epilogue, Part 1

Genre: 1900′s AU/Romance

Pairings: Park Seo Joon, Bang Yongguk, Brian Kang, Jung Daehyung, Jung Jaehyun, Lee Taeyong x OCs

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, Epilogue 1, 2, 3, 4  | Words: 3,766

A/N: Chelle ( @prettywordsyouleft​​ ) and I wanted to re-visit our magical world of Mistletoe Manor. The series left off on a bit of a cliffhanger, so we really had no choice! We hope you enjoy this extra look into the lives of Cassie, Evie, Joey, and all their friends and family.

Keep a lookout for the second part of the epilogue tomorrow at 6pm EST/ 10am NZST.

Evie let out a soft, shaky breath before lifting her hand, balling her fingers up into a fist, and knocking gently on the door in front of her.

“Come in,” Cassie’s muffled voice replied, and Evie turned the doorknob.

“I hope I’m not... interrupting,” Evie said softly after taking a step into her older sister’s bedroom.

Cassie, who was sitting at her vanity brushing her hair out for the night, set her hairbrush down and turned to look toward the door. “Evie, darling,” she greeted. “No, not at all. What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing -- nothing’s wrong,” Evie assured her with a shake of her head. And then she gestured inside Cassie’s room, taking another step forward. “...May I?”

“Of course!” Cassie stood from her chair and strode to her bed, perching on the edge and patting the spot next to her.

A small grin tugged at Evie’s lips as she stepped fully inside and closed the door behind her.

“What is it, dear?” Cassie asked once Evie sat down cautiously.

Evie pressed her lips together briefly, hoping her nerves didn’t show on her face -- though she was sure they did.

“I --” she began. “I just... was wondering... what it’s like being married.”

Cassie reached up and cradled her sister’s cheek in her palm, her lips curving into a soft but beaming smile. “You’re nervous for the wedding? It’s understandable. It’s a huge change in your life.”

When Yongguk had somewhat proposed to her on Christmas Eve, right before he’d left to go find Joey and Brian, she had been so excited. She knew Yongguk was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with; there were absolutely no doubts in her mind.

And when he actually proposed to her three days later after bringing the newly married couple home, she had accepted with tears of joy in her eyes.

They’d been planning the wedding for a few months now, and Evie was still excited...

But she was also nervous, as Cassie presumed. Not necessarily in a bad way, of course. She loved Yongguk dearly, and she still knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

But it was a huge change. And Evie had never been the biggest fan of change. She liked reading her favorite books over and over again because they never changed.

She’d lived her whole life at Mistletoe Manor with her two sisters, and now... she would be getting married and leaving.

Cassie had stayed here with Daehyun because she could quite possibly give birth to a son in the future, and he would become the heir to the estate. They certainly could have moved back to Daehyun’s home, but they had eventually decided to stay here.

But Evie had no real reason to stay and had agreed to move into Yongguk’s house.

...Well. ‘House’ was not the correct term. From her future husband’s description, it was even bigger than Mistletoe Manor. And she would become the mistress of the household in just a few days.

So, yes. Evie was just a bit nervous.

Or... terrified.

She nodded in response to her sister’s question, wringing her hands in her lap and furrowing her brow deeply. “Is it normal to be nervous?”

“Of course, dear,” Cassie assured her. “I would like to meet a bride who wasn’t nervous before her wedding. I most certainly was.”

“I just... I thought it would be different since I actually --” But then Evie cut herself off because she didn’t want to sound insensitive.

Cassie finished her sentence for her, though. “Since you actually love him. You’re right, I didn’t love Daehyun when we got married. And our first year of marriage was... not typical. And quite difficult. But now we’re happier than I ever dreamed we would be. Imagine what will happen to you. You’ll fall even more in love with Yongguk, and you’ll be so happy your heart could simply burst, I’m certain of it.”

“You are?” Evie asked meekly.

“Absolutely,” Cassie nodded. “It might be difficult, at first, but Yongguk will be there by your side. He’ll probably be nervous, too, and the two of you can help each other through it.”

Once Cassie stopped talking, Evie let out a shaky breath, though her stomach was not quite as jittery as it had been just minutes ago.

“Thank you,” she whispered to her older sister, reaching to take both of her hands. 

“Oh, Evie,” Cassie murmured, bringing her sister’s hands up to her lips and kissing them. “I feel I have always underestimated you, and for that, I am truly sorry. But I hope you know just how delighted I am that you’ve found someone who loves and appreciates you for who you are and not who you should be.”

Evie simply smiled softly before leaning forward to hug Cassie tightly. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too,” Cassie replied, her voice becoming choked with emotion. “I will miss you, but I know you’ll be more than content over at Blackmon Abbey. Do say you’ll come and visit as often as you can, though.”

Evie nodded, finding a lump of emotion forming in her own throat. “Yes, of course,” she promised. “As often as we can.”

When Cassie pulled away, she reached up to quickly wipe a tear away and then sniffled. “Thank you for coming to me. I hope I helped, even if just a little bit.”

“Oh, you did,” Evie assured her. “Very much. I -- Why were you alone, though? Where is Lydia?”

Cassie’s eyes were still glassy with tears but at Evie’s question, a sly smirk appeared on her lips. “Lydia is... otherwise engaged.”

Unsurprisingly, Evie knew just what she meant. “Ah, I see,” she murmured with a smirk of her own. “I shall not seek her out, then, and let her enjoy her evening.”

“You should seek out Joey, however,” Cassie suggested. “She certainly has an entirely different perspective on marriage than I do, so she might have some other advice to offer.”

“Oh, yes, you’re right,” Evie agreed, her brow furrowing softly. “I’ll go into the village to call on her tomorrow.”

“Perfect,” Cassie grinned. “I would offer to accompany you, but I have plenty here to keep me busy.”

The look on Cassie’s face was just secretive enough to make Evie suspicious... but she kept her lips zipped. For now.

“Where are we going?” Lydia asked quietly, her lips tugging into a soft, shy smile.

Seo Joon smirked to himself as he held Lydia’s shoulders with one hand and covered her eyes with the other, guiding her to a small room off the servant’s hallway. It was typically used for ironing and shining shoes, but not tonight. Tonight, Seo Joon had conspired with the cook and Anna to...

Well, you’ll find out soon enough.

He bent down as he shuffled along the hall, placing his lips next to Lydia’s ear. “How many times have I told you to just be patient?” he whispered.

“I’ve been patient the whole afternoon!” Lydia retorted with a giggle. “Plus, I’m starving. You know I get more impatient the hungrier I am.”

“Don’t worry, that will be remedied soon enough, my love,” Seo Joon murmured before pressing a kiss to Lydia’s earlobe.

Lydia leaned back slightly against Seo Joon’s chest, bringing one hand up to hold onto his wrist as he kept her eyes covered.

“Almost there...” he said as they approached the doorway.

“Can I see now?”

“Hold on just... one... more...”

Seo Joon stopped walking, letting go of Lydia’s shoulder and reaching out to open the door. As the hinges squeaked and the door swung open into the room, he removed his hand from her eyes and pressed his lips together in anticipation.

Instead of the usual shoes littering the table, there was a crisp, white tablecloth and two lit candles in silver candlesticks adorned the top.

Lydia’s eyes fluttered open, her lips parting slightly in surprise when she saw the scene before her. Also on the table were two plates of Lydia’s favorite meal: roast chicken with mashed potatoes and vegetables.

Seo Joon had thought to ask (plead) the cook to make a fancier meal, one she would prepare for the family upstairs, but... he knew Lydia particularly loved Cook’s roast chicken, and all he wanted to do in life was make her happy.

“Seo --” Lydia gaped, turning around briefly to glance at him before stepping forward toward the table. “You... you prepared this?”

Seo Joon gently closed the door behind him. “I did,” he replied with a very proud grin. “It’s been so busy, and we haven’t had a chance to have any real alone time since the Mistletoe Ball, so I thought I would kindly ask Lady Cassandra to give you the evening off tonight.”

Lydia turned around fully then, her eyes wide and her brow furrowed slightly. She stepped over in front of Seo Joon and took his hands. “Thank you,” she said, squeezing his hands gently. “This is -- it’s perfect.”

Seo Joon’s grin widened, and he leaned down to press his lips to hers. He let go of her hands, moving his arms to circle around her waist and pull her closer.

The corners of Lydia’s mouth turned up into a hint of a smile as she slid her arms around Seo Joon’s neck.

“Have I told you,” Seo Joon murmured in-between kisses. “Just how much I love you?”

“Yes,” Lydia chuckled softly. “But, after all these years, it’s more than nice to hear it as often as you say it.”

To be honest, she was still getting used to everything. A voice inside her head was still telling her she shouldn’t be touching or kissing Seo Joon right now because she was so accustomed to hiding her feelings.

But the door was closed. No one else was in the room with them. Cassie had given her the night off. She could kiss the man she was in love with as she damn well pleased!

“Well, then,” Seo Joon whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Lydia replied with a grin.

“I love you so much that... it’s hard to even put into words.”

“Who needs words, anyway?” Lydia’s grin widened, and she stood on her toes to kiss him again. She pressed her lips to his more urgently than before, capturing his bottom lip and tugging on it. Seo Joon held her even closer, even more tightly, and a whole flock of butterflies suddenly appeared in her stomach.

...Oh, wait.

Those weren’t butterflies. Butterflies didn’t growl like that.

She was just still hungry.

Seo Joon pulled away, letting out a soft laugh and gazing down at her with a teasingly adoring grin. “I see it’s not actually me you’re hungry for.”

Lydia’s cheeks warmed at his remark. She pulled away, trying to hide a bashful smile as Seo Joon took her hand and led her over to one of the chairs at the table.

“The food is starting to get cold, anyway,” he pointed out as he helped her sit down and spread a cloth napkin over her lap. Before he sat down across from her, he served her, dishing out the potatoes and vegetables and cutting off some tender pieces of the chicken.

“Why thank you,” Lydia grinned, her eyes widening as she took in all of the delicious-looking food now in front of her.

“Please, don’t wait on my account,” Seo Joon assured her as he began to fill up his own plate.

Lydia, although polite, was also very good at following directions... so, she lifted her utensils and dove right in.

Unsurprisingly, the next ten minutes or so consisted of just a few sentences exchanged between the couple. The two of them were far too busy eating to engage in conversation, and when Lydia finally set down her knife and fork with a satisfied sigh, Seo Joon informed her they weren’t quite finished yet.

“What do you mean?” she asked curiously as Seo Joon took her empty plate away.

He set both of their plates down on a side table behind him and then bent down to retrieve...

When he stood back up and placed a small trifle on the table, Lydia let out an extremely delighted gasp.

“You didn’t think I would forget about dessert, did you?” Seo Joon smirked as he handed her a spoon.

“Oh, I do love you!” Lydia giggled.

Seo Joon’s grin lit up his face as he watched her -- Lydia, the absolute and complete love of his life -- scoop into the trifle with unadulterated glee. 

Even if he didn’t have a romantic walk in the cold moonlight planned after this, and even if he didn’t know he would kiss her until she was breathless later, this would go down in his personal history book as a perfect evening. Just the fact he got to spend this time alone with her, and the fact she was so adorably happy was enough. More than enough.

He would have to plan more nights like this -- as many as he possibly could. One day, far in the future, he would plan a night like this to propose to her.

But, for now, he was fully content with the way things were. No more secret longing, no more hidden glances, no more worrying and fretting over ‘what ifs.’ He wanted to marry her, yes... but one day. Not just yet. 

He’d waited so many years just to get where they were now. He could most certainly wait to take things a step further, and Lydia -- without question -- was worth the wait.

It had taken Seo Joon, Yongguk, and Daehyun almost two days to find Lady Josephine and Brian after their somewhat dramatic escape on Christmas Eve.

Thankfully, when they did find them, the couple was already married and awaiting passage on a boat to America.

Daehyun managed to convince them there was no need to run away to a whole other continent; her sisters certainly wanted her to return, and even if her parents didn’t quite approve of the marriage, they would much rather she stay here than be an ocean away.

Joey had -- somewhat reluctantly -- agreed to come back, and when she and Brian had returned to the manor, her entire family had surrounded her. They’d hugged and kissed her, both Cassie and her mother had been crying, and her father had almost immediately ushered Brian into his study to interrogate him.

The next week, the newlyweds had moved into a house in the nearby village, and Brian had begun teaching at the local school. Apparently, knowing how to read and write was a good enough qualification; Brian did end up rather enjoying the job, though.

And now, just about three months after their legendary departure, they were settled in their quaint cottage and -- much to some’s surprise -- incredibly happy.

Joey smiled to herself as she thought of how Brian -- her husband -- still teased her and got on her nerves. Daily, in fact. As she stuck the needle through her embroidery hoop, she recalled the first snowball fight they’d had -- and the few they’d had since, as well.

When a sudden knock interrupted her thoughts, she let out a soft gasp and dropped her project on the floor. Instead of picking it up, she scurried to the door and practically threw it open.

With Brian being gone at the school all day, Joey’s ideas for keeping herself busy were wearing thin, and she was more than glad to have a visitor.

“Evie!” she cried with delight when she saw her sister standing on the doormat.

She was especially glad to have this specific visitor.

“I hope I’m not interrupt --”

“No, of course not,” Joey assured her hastily, stepping aside to usher her in. “Please, come in. Shall I ring for some tea?”

“Oh, yes, please,” Evie answered, taking off her coat once she’d entered the house. “It’s almost colder than it was at Christmas time.”

Joey popped her head into the kitchen and requested a tea tray from the cook -- the only servant she had now.

“Come, sit down,” she murmured to Evie before leading her to the living room, the room she’d just occupied. 

Joey bent to pick up her embroidery, and Evie let out a soft sputter of a chuckle.

“What is that?” 

“It’s -- it’s my embroidery!” Joey explained with a huff. “Why did you say it like that?!”

“You’ve never embroidered a thing in your life,” Evie laughed.

“Well!” Joey cried defensively. “I can’t think of anything else to do! I’m stuck in this house all day while Brian’s at work!”

Evie’s jaw practically dropped at her younger sister’s ludicrous statement. “Are you quite serious?”

“Yes! I’m bored out of my mind!”

“Joey! There are so many things you could do outside of the house!”

“Oh?” Joey asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Such as? And don’t say planting a garden, you know my thumb is the opposite of green.”

“I can think of any number of things you could get involved in! Like -- the orphanage, for example. They’re always in need of help!”

Joey’s brow furrowed softly, and the corners of her mouth turned down in thought.

Hmm. The orphanage.

...Why had she never thought of that? She hadn’t been around children too much, but the ones she’d met in her adulthood had certainly seemed rambunctious and clever enough to keep her thoroughly occupied. It wasn’t too far from the village, and it would certainly be much better than trying to embroider all day.

“Evie,” Joey said softly. “I believe... you have come up with a wonderful idea.”

For a split second, the expression on Evie’s face was one of surprise. It quickly morphed to one of satisfaction, however, and she tipped her chin into a satisfied nod. “Of course, I have.”

Before Joey’s train of thought could get permanently derailed onto thoughts of the orphanage, she turned back to her older sister.

“Now, why did you come to see me?” she asked directly. Joey had never been one to mince words.

Evie instantly frowned, though, her forehead wrinkling adorably. “Why do I need a reason to come see you?”

“Because... I mean, don’t you, especially, always need a reason to leave the house?”

“...Well, yes.”

Joey simply smirked triumphantly.

“The thing is... it’s rather a... well, a private topic,” Evie replied in hushed tones.

Before Joey had the chance to ask what her sister could possibly mean by that, the door opened, and the cook ambled in with the tea tray.

Evie sat silently as the cook set down the tray and poured tea into two floral, porcelain cups.

“Thank you, Mrs. Whitmore,” Joey grinned before taking one of the cups and handing it to her sister.

Mrs. Whitmore dipped into a curtsy before shuffling out of the room, closing the door behind her.

It took less than half a second for Joey to focus all of her attention back on Evie.

“What could you possibly mean by ‘a private topic’?” she asked in hushed -- but hurried -- tones.

Evie’s cheeks immediately pinkened, and Joey’s mind went right into the gutter.

“I’m just... nervous,” Evie gulped.

Joey waited as long as she possibly could for her sister to continue... which ended up being about three seconds.

“About the wedding night?”

Evie’s cheeks pinkened some more, and her brows rushed down to wrinkle her forehead. “No! I mean, yes, but I’m not -- just -- getting married, in general. And moving away from home and being mistress of such a large estate and -- there are just so many changes, and I’m incredibly anxious about it all.”

“Ohhhh,” Joey nodded in understanding before taking a sip of her tea. “Yes, of course. You would be nervous about that.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Evie murmured with a slight pout.

“You are a creature of habit, my dear,” Joey pointed out. “You like to be surrounded by things and places and people you already know, like books and our family. And you prefer to stay in the background. You don’t like attention -- never have. And now, suddenly, you’ll be in a new house with all the servants looking to you for direction and leadership. I should have guessed! My, you must be quite terrified!”

When Joey lifted her gaze to her older sister, the look on Evie’s face was not one of relief that Joey had just voiced the nagging thoughts in the back of her head.

No. Not one of relief in the slightest.

Her expression was one of absolute panic.

Hastily, Joey set her teacup down and reached over, resting her hand comfortingly on Evie’s knee. “Oh, my dear, you will be all right. I’m all right, aren’t I? And I moved from Mistletoe Manor to this... well, it can only be called a cottage, can’t it? It took a while to get used to, but having Brian with me helped tremendously! Truly, it took hardly any time at all to create a new routine and get settled here.”

Evie softly quirked one eyebrow at that. “But you’re embroidering to pass the time...”

Joey waved one hand through the air dismissively. “Oh, you know me. Always wanting to do things I’m frightfully bad at. I’ve never had a hobby like you, which is why you will be fine. I am much assured that Blackmon Abbey has a very well-stocked library. Does it not?”

Evie nodded, though she still looked just a bit anxious.

“Then you will be more than fine. There are probably an enormous amount of books in there you haven’t read, so if your husband is not on hand to ease your worries, you’ll have your books.”

After chewing on her lip for a moment or two, Evie shot her younger sister a hopeful glance. “It won’t be... too scary, will it?”

Joey shook her head vigorously. “My best advice is to simply talk to your husband-to-be. I know how much you hate talking about your feelings, but it must be done. And I promise you will feel better afterward.”

Knowing her sister was right -- for once in her life -- Evie nodded.

“I will,” she said with quiet determination. “Thank you, Joey.”

Joey, looking entirely too pleased with herself, removed her hand from her sister’s knee and took her teacup again.

“You are most welcome,” she said with a confident grin. For she was feeling quite confident. She had just given her sister some smashingly wonderful advice, and she was currently devising a plan to keep herself occupied.

Things were looking up!

Part 2

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[inscmniac]

“You’re really gonna marry him?” hehe dylan and tae

there’s no point in hiding anything from dylan, since they can read both men better than they can themselves. yoongi feels the safest with them and daehyun when it comes to discussing the relationship he has with jaesung, since they’ve been their silent supporters from day one, even when tae and jae failed to see the other’s feelings. the two stepped out from the house party for a smoke, chatting in the backyard surrounded by flowers and twinkling lights, and somehow the focal point of their conversation becomes jaesung and his cute facial expressions when he sleeps - keep in mind, this is the hundredth time dylan’s hearing this story in the last three years. the question doesn’t catch taemin off guard, it’s something that’s crossed his mind more than once as he was gazing at jae’s sleeping face, wondering if they could ever be boyfriends, even though taemin was dreaming of something much more. jaesung’s his safe haven, his home, someone who’s brought him out of his shell and helped him deal with trauma, someone who knows him like the back of his hand and knows how to soothe every ache, and multiply the shared happiness. “yes. i mean..” taemin’s eyes get lost in the darkness of the night sky as he gathers his racing thoughts. “if he’ll have me. no matter how many times we kiss and he tells me he loves me, i still wonder why he never asked me to be with him, you know? so i’m a little insecure. it feels like, ten years from now, we’ll still be in this same basement and i’ll still be wondering if i’m single or not.” taemin chuckles at the thought and his eyes shift down to the ground. “even if... even if one day he leaves me behind, he will always be the one for me. i can’t picture a future without him. it just consists of us moving out, buying a nice little house, having a daughter and a puppy and living a perfectly boring life together. i’m honestly tired of this young adult bullshit. i want to settle down with the love of my life,” taemin finishes it off. it’s been a while since taemin quit all the drugs and alcohol and started living healthily, taking his sleep medication. he’s been doing it all for his own and jaesung’s sake, for the sake of their, hopefully joint, future. he glances at dylan to see why they’re being quiet, but only catches them frozen, staring at something behind him. taemin furrows his brows and turns around, coming face to face with the tall jazz boy himself, eyes becoming two donuts as he doesn’t know how to act. with his cat eyes shifting back to dylan, he notices they bolted inside and left the couple alone, or more so, left taemin to struggle like a fish on dry land. “jae, i...” he begins helplessly, but all he can ultimately do is bury his tomato face in the younger’s chest, clutching the fabric of his outfit tightly with his hands which are drenched in cold sweat. “i’m sorry. please.. please don’t get scared off, i promise i’ll tone it down,” taemin looks up at him with orbs filled with tears, scared, bambi-like, getting up on his tippy toes in order to press their foreheads together. taemin rarely cries, which is why it’s a devastating sight to see. “please don’t leave me,” he nearly sobs it out, terrified that jaesung will see him as overly attached and delusional.

#riotvcn

[inkjam-moon]

Code of Silence Ch 5 - The Party (M)

Genre: Mafia AU, light fluff, smut

Member: Min Yoongi

Word Count: 7.2K

TW: swearing, mafia talk, nipple play, biting, fingering, multiple orgasms, kind of exhibitionism

It’s been two months since you got married; almost august. Every day is much like the rest of them. You wake up, fix Yoongi breakfast, and then lay around the house, trying to keep yourself busy until you make yourself dinner, take a shower, and then go to bed. Sometimes, when you know Yoongi’s going to be home late, you relax in your room, or in the tub and play with yourself, breaking out your toys and wearing yourself out, because sometimes it’s the only thing left for you to do. You and Yoongi have gotten to know each other much better, in fact, you know almost everything about him, and you’re glad that he takes a day off here and there to spend time with you so you’re not alone.

Yoongi doesn’t like you down at the club too often, as there has been more and more trouble with the Busan gang crossing borders lately; he doesn’t want to leave you vulnerable; but today is one of the days you decided you want to go out, so now here you sit at a table, having lunch with Taehyung and Yoongi. Well, Taehyung and you are eating, Yoongi is fretting over some emails he received earlier in the day from the west end about some young thugs terrorizing a neighborhood.

“Yoongi, please eat something.” You beg, pushing his plate back toward him.

“I will in a minute.”

“You said that five minutes ago.” Taehyung states. “Come on boss, you gotta eat.”

“Fine! Fine. Jesus.” Yoongi shuts his laptop and brings his plate toward him, digging into the food you had the kitchen make for him, watching him gradually relax as he eats. 

“Better?” You ask, taking another bite of your sandwich.

He nods. “Definitely. How do you always know what I need?” He questions in amazement.

“Why do you always ask me that?” You giggle, trying to hide your smile.

“It’s because she’s your wife, she needs to know these things.” Taehyung blurts loudly, staring at something behind you.

“What are you talking about? Yoongi grumbles as you turn to see Yoongi’s mom walking up to your table.

“Oh, um h-hi!” You blurt, nudging Yoongi with your elbow to get his attention.

“Hm?” He turns to you as his mom speaks.

“Hi sweetheart! How are my three favorite troublemakers?” She asks, beaming.

“Hey mom.” Yoongi nods at her before turning back to his food.

“Hi Mrs. Min! You look nice today.” Taehyung charms, making her giggle like a schoolgirl.

“Thank you little Kim. I just wanted to remind you three about the party tomorrow night. You’ll be there, right?”

“Party?” You turn to Yoongi in question.

“Yoongi, don’t tell me you forgot to tell Y/N-ah?”

“Mom, I told you, I have work to do.”

“So much work you can’t stop by your own father’s birthday party? At your own club?”

“It’s Dad’s birthday? Why didn’t you tell me?” You pout.

“Because we’re not going.” Yoongi insists.

“Why not?” His mom demands.

“Yeah, why not?” You repeat. “I think it’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, come on Min, lighten up.” Taehyung joins in, elbowing Yoongi’s side playfully.

Yoongi drops his chopsticks, clearly aggravated. “Okay! We can go for a little bit.” He aquieces. “Can I please eat now?”

You roll your eyes and turn to Yoongi’s mom. “We’ll be there, I promise.”

“Perfect!” She exclaims as she begins to walk away. “Right after closing!” You and Taehyung wave goodbye as she disappears out the door onto the street.

“Yoongi,” You turn back to your husband. “Why don’t you want to go?”

“It’s just going to be like every other party. All of the family, and a bunch of my dad’s friends standing around, drinking soju and judging me.”

“Judging you?” Taehyung cock his head in confusion.

“Yoongi, no one’s judging you. If anything, they’ll congratulate you for doing such a good job.”

“Right…” He scoffs.

“She’s right.” Taehyung agrees. “You’re doing really well at running things.”

“Thanks Little Kim.” Yoongi sighs as he finishes the last bite of his food. “I have to get back up to my office and straighten some things out. Why don’t you go shopping?” Yoongi suggests.

“Shopping?” Now you’re the one that’s confused.

“Yeah,” Yoongi pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and hands you his sleek, black credit card. “Go buy a new dress for tomorrow night.”

“A-are you sure?” You check, hesitantly taking the card.

“Absolutely. Dress, shoes, the whole deal. Little Kim, you go with her. Buy yourself something nice, and make sure she gets something good. If we’re going tomorrow, I want to show you off a little bit to those asshole stiffs.”

“Boss, you don’t have to show me off, you already have my heart.” Taehyung coos, batting his lashes at Yoongi as he grabs the elder man’s arm.

Yoongi rolls his eyes as he shrugs Taehyung off. “Sometimes I really don’t know why you hang out with him.”

“Just for that I’m taking her to the expensive stores.” Taehyung pouts.

“Go ahead. Go wild. Buy designer.” Yoongi urges as he stands, collecting his things, leaning down to kiss you on the head before he starts to walk toward the back where his office sits. “I’m counting on you Little Kim. Make it good!” And with that he disappears around the corner. Before you can even say anything, Taehyung has tugged you up out of your seat and is rushing you out the door over towards his car.

Ten minutes later you’re walking into the Daehyun Primall, arm linked with Taehyung’s as he leads you through the doors. You’ve never been to a mall this big, usually you just go to the one down the street from your old house, but Taehyung insisted the shops here were better.

“Where should we go first?” Taehyung asks, clearly more excited for this than you are.

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “You know this place better than me.”

“Well, do you want your shoes to match your dress, or your dress to match your shoes?”

“Is… Is there a difference?”

Taehyung sighs at you. “Let’s just get started.”

Taehyung drags you into an expensive looking store, and you immediately feel uncomfortable. Everything looks fragile, and you know if you touch something you’re going to break it, so you keep your arms crossed in front of you while Taehyung whisks you around, pulling things off the rack at will and holding them up to you, either putting them back or folding them over his arm. When he’s made his selections, he ushers you into the dressing room and has you try on dress after dress, but none of them feel right to you and you quickly move onto the next store, and then the next store… and then the next store. You’re afraid you’re going to run out of stores before you find something.

It’s been four hours. As you’re walking between stores again, you happen to walk past something that catches your eye; a pair of shoes. Their beauty physically stops you in your tracks, causing Taehyung to bump into you.

“Y/N, what are you-?” He looks up into the window display and sees what’s caught your eye, smirking at your reaction. “Good choice. They’re Loubotin’s. Et voici et voila if I’m not mistaken.” You shake your head when you hear the designer name and begin to walk away. “Ah, where are you going?” Taehyung grabs your arm.

“They’re too expensive.” You mumble.

“How do you know? There’s no price?” Taehyung asks, looking back into the window. 

“They’re designer…”

“Um, were you not at lunch? Your husband specifically said to buy something designer. He gave you his card for a reason. He wants you to get something you’ll like.”

“I can find something I’ll like that’s less expensive.”

“Y/N, we’ve been here all afternoon and this is the first time you’ve even shown interest in something.”

“But Tae-”

“No buts. Come on.” Taehyung tightens his grip on your arm and drags you into the store, walking right up to the first salesperson he sees. “Excuse me, she’d like to try on the lace Loubotin’s in the window please.”

“Very well.” The associate looks down at your feet and then walks away into the back of the store. You take a seat on the bench and wait a few moments until she returns with a box of shoes. You take off your sandals and the woman slides the shoes on your feet, fastening them with care.

“How’d you know my size?” You ask, amazed that the shoes fit perfectly.

“It’s a gift.” She says, smiling at you. “Go ahead and stand up.”

You stand and walk over to the mirror, staring at the expensive shoes on your feet and how unbelievably cute they look.

“Y/N,” Taehyung groans. “Those are perfect. You have to get them!”

“You think so?”

“Plus they’re white, which means Yoongi will adore them.”

“I don’t know…” You mumble, still unsure.”

“I do know.” He turns to the saleswoman. “We’ll take them.”

“Just so you know, they cost-”

“Nope. I don’t want to know.” Taehyung leans over and grabs your wallet out of your purse, taking out Yoongi’s credit card and handing it to the woman. “Just ring them up.”

The next minute, you’re walking out of the store, expensive ass shoes in hand, your heart having palpitations from all the money you just spent, but Taehyung refused to tell you how much, and even threw out the receipt before you could look.

“Now we just need to find you a dress to go with your shoes.”

“Tae, why are we even doing this?” You ask.

“Because Yoongi told us to?”

“Yeah, but why?” You repeat as he tugs you into the next store.

Taehyung smiles at you. “Because Yoongi wants to show you off. Which means he wants you to wear something sexy to show everyone how hot you are, which means he’s probably going to fuck you tomorrow night after the party.”

You choke on the water you just took a sip of. “Are you always so crude?”

“How long have you known me?” He asks as he looks at ties.

You roll your eyes. “Too long. But Yoongi’s not going to fuck me. He doesn’t want to. If he did, he would’ve done it by now.”

“What are you talking about?”

“We’ve been married for two months, he’s had plenty of chances!”

“Aren’t you the one who said he’s slowly starting to show more skinship with you?”

“Well, yeah, but that’s different. And it’s usually just in front of people who think we’re actually in love.”

“Y/N,” Taehyung sighs as he stops looking through a rack of dress shirts, clearly exasperated. “I don’t know how I can make this any more clear. Yoongi’s fucking into you. Okay? He likes you.”

“He does not.” You insist.

“You just… You’re too close to it, you can’t see what I see.”

“And what is it that you see?”

“The way he looks at you doll. It’s the same way my parents look at each other, the way your parents looked at each other… The way you looked at those fucking shoes.” He teases. “He sent you out today so he can show you off to the world tomorrow night. He wants to show everyone what’s his and his alone.”

“...You really think so?”

“Yes. So stop questioning yourself and let’s make you look hot!”

“Alright, fine. What kind of dress?”

It took two hours to find the perfect dress, by the time you were at the register, the mall was about to close. You walk into your apartment exhausted, your bags in hand as you shut the door behind you when you are immediately wrapped in two strong arms and knocked back up against the door.

“Oof!” You recognize the cologne as Yoongi’s and stand there a bit stunned. “Yoongi…?”

He pulls back and cups your face in his hands and you look around the apartment to see Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi’s father and Big Kim are all present. “Where have you been? Why haven’t you answered your phone?”

“I didn’t have it with me, I think I left it at the club. What’s wrong?” Yoongi seems unable to speak as he strokes his thumb across your cheek, his eyes red and puffy as though he’s been crying, so you look elsewhere for answers. 

“We got a hit that Busan was following you to the mall.” Yoongi’s dad explains. “We checked it out and sent several of our guys down to protect you, but when they got there, they couldn’t find you or Little Kim, and when you didn’t answer your phones, we could only assume the worst.”

“Oh my god. We didn’t go to the usual place, Taehyung and I went to Daehyun. We had no idea.” You look back at Yoongi to see nothing but worry on his face. “I’m so sorry.”

“I thought they got you…” Yoongi whispers, pulling you close to press a lingering kiss against your forehead before wrapping you in a tight embrace, all for show you’re sure. 

“Well, as long as everything’s good here, we’ll head home.” Big Kim states. 

“I’m sorry to cause you so much trouble everyone.” Yoongi lets you go enough that you can bow in apology to the rest of the men in the apartment.

“It’s what we’re here for joka.” Big Kim assures you as he walks over and opens the door. “Let’s go kids.” He instructs the two younger men. “I’m sure these two have some things they’d like to do without us standing here gawking.” When the two boys still don’t move, Big Kim snaps his fingers. “Hey, let’s go.” Namjoon and Seokjin suddenly scramble to follow Big Kim out the door, Yoongi’s dad bringing up the rear. 

“I’m glad you’re safe Y/N-ah.” He offers you a smile before heading out and shutting the door behind you. 

You relax a little when they all leave until you realize Yoongi is still holding onto your waist, tightly. “Y-Yoongi.” You whisper. His gaze snaps up to meet yours. “I’m okay.” You smile softly and reach up to cup his cheek. “I’m here.”

“Right.” He immediately drops his arm. “Sorry.”

You feel a little sad at the loss of his touch. “Why don’t we get some sleep, hm? We’re going to be up late tomorrow at the party.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Yoongi nods.

“I’m going to hang my dress up, I’ll be right there.”

“You can hang it up in my closet.” Yoongi offers.

“I’ll be right down the hall.” You assure him. “Besides, I want this to be a surprise.”

“Okay, just hurry.” Yoongi nods.

You head down to your room and take out your dress, hanging it up so that it doesn’t wrinkle, and putting your box of shoes underneath before changing into your pajamas and heading back to Yoongi’s room.

Yoongi’s sitting on his bed, flipping through channels on the tv, until he sees you come in and immediately forgets what he was doing. You climb under the covers with him and he scoots right up next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, surprising you a bit; usually he ends up cuddling you in his sleep, it’s never intentional. 

“Yoongi… Are you okay?”

“I’m just… I’m glad you’re safe.” Yoongi whispers. You can’t think of anything to say in response, so you just hum contentedly as the two of you drift off.

The next day you wake up to an empty bed and look over on the nightstand to see a note; Yoongi always leaves you one now when he goes to work before you wake up.

I’m working late so I’ll meet you at the party. I can’t wait to see you. 9 o’clock. -Yoongi

You spend the morning putting about the apartment, flipping through make up tutorials online to try and figure out what to do with your face tonight. After you eat dinner, you finally decide on something and get to work, a natural looking eye with a dark nude lip; your dress will draw enough eyes. You leave your hair down in loose waves on your shoulders. When it’s time, you shimmy into the underwear Taehyung forced you to buy yesterday. “You don’t wear a bra with this kind of dress, but you should definitely have some cute underwear to balance it out!” Was his excuse. Then you slide into your dress, a white floor length, skin tight halter top with a low back, a deep v neck, and a mermaid bottom. You swear this thing cost more than your wedding dress. You sit on your bed and slip your shoes on before standing and taking a look at yourself in the mirror. 

Somethings missing. You open up your jewelry box and dig through until you find them; your mother’s favorite dangling pearl earrings and one lone pearl strung on a low hanging silver necklace, the pearl itself settling right between your cleavage. You quickly put the jewelry on before taking another look in the mirror. Perfect. You grab your clutch before heading out, locking the apartment behind you and heading down to the curb where Taehyung is waiting for you.

He whistles when he sees you come out of the building. “Damn doll, you look smoking!” He hollers at you as you walk up and open the door.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes as you get in. The two of you listen to music as Taehyung drives to the club. It’s not a far drive, maybe ten minutes, but the entire time you’re fussing with your boobs. Taehyung parks the car and you both hop out and you walk toward the club’s back entrance. “This feels wrong.” You complain, still messing with your dress. “Something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Taehyung smacks your hands away from your chest. “It looks sexy.”

“I feel like I’m going to have a nip slip.” You whine.

“I told you to buy dress tape, but you didn’t listen to me.” Taehyung reminds you. “But you’re supposed to show a little side boob.” He stops and adjusts your dress for you, making the fabric sit just right on your breasts. “There. Better?”

“Maybe…” You huff. “Why is it that you can do these things and I can’t?”

“I’ve had a lot more experience taking off and putting on clothes than you have.” You roll your eyes at the smirk plastered on Taehyung’s face and walk away from him. “Come on, that was funny!” He calls after you, running after you as you open the door.

“Why didn’t we go in the front door?” You ask as you walk down the long back hallway, past Yoongi’s office and the kitchen to the dining room doors.

“Because we always come in this way, it’s more dramatic.”

“Whatever, let’s just go.” You state, pushing open the door and walking into the room. 

It’s already filled with people, you look at your phone to see it’s 9:15; you’re late, but just barely. You look around to see if you can spot your husband, but you can’t find him until Taehyung nudges your side and points at the bar where you see Yoongi slumped over, staring at his beer, a bit dejectedly. Is something the matter?

“He’s probably just waiting for you.” Taehyung whispers, reading your mind. “Go get him, I’ll meet up with you later when you’re ready to leave.” You nod and feel Taehyung’s hand leave your back as he disappears into the crowd. You straighten yourself up and head over to the bar, tapping Yoongi on the shoulder.

“Is this seat taken handsome?” You coo.

He holds up his left hand, not even looking at you and fiddles with his wedding ring. “Married. Thanks.”

“I know.” You giggle. This causes Yoongi to look up at you, his eyes going wide when he realizes it’s you, they grow even wider when he takes in the sight of you in the skin tight dress. 

“Holy shit…” He mumbles, not even trying to hide his hungry eyes raking over your body before they meet yours again. “Y/N, you look amazing.”

“Good enough to show off?” You ask.

“Perfect.” Yoongi finishes his beer and the orders you a drink before wrapping his arm around your waist and whisking you around to show you off. You meet several official looking businessmen that are apparently investors of your lifestyle as they back the family before you run into Yoongi’s dad.

“Happy birthday!” You cheer, giving him a hug.

“Thank you so much Y/N-ah.” He smiles wide.

“I got you something while I was out yesterday, I hope you don’t mind?” You ask, taking the carefully wrapped package out of your clutch, still unsure as to how you got it to fit in there, even after you took it out of the box.

“Well, I’m not going to say no to a present!” He claps his hands excitedly as you hand him the gift which he quickly tears into. 

“I heard Yoongi saying you needed a new one.” You explain as he takes the watch out of the wrapping. “I hope you like it.”

He admires the beauty of the new watch and beams at you before fastening it to his wrist where the tan line of his old watch sits. “It’s beautiful joka, thank you. What an amazing daughter-in-law!” He says, a little louder than normal, obviously trying to impress someone nearby, and apparently it works. A tall, muscular, and rather intimidating man walks over to your small circle.

“What are you barking about Min?” He asks, slapping Yoongi’s dad on the back.

“Look,” He holds out his wrist. “My wonderful daughter-in-law gave this to me!”

“Ah, the elusive Choi girl is finally here?”

“She’s a Min now Hanbin.” He gestures to you. “This is her. Y/N, this is one of my oldest friends, Park Hanbin.”

“Pleasure.” Hanbin sticks his hand out for you to shake, but when you do, a chill runs down your spine. Something about this guy seems off.

“The pleasure’s mine.” You smile sweetly as he looks you over, pursing his lips.

“Yoongi.” He nods at Yoongi before glancing at you again. “You seem to be doing well for yourself.”

“Always good to see you Mr. Park.” Yoongi nods back, protectively tightening his grip on your waist.

“Well,” He turns back to Yoongi’s dad. “Afraid I have to cut out early. The misses is calling.”

“You better run home.” Yoongi’s dad jokes, clearly having delved into the liquor quite a bit already.

“I’ll see you next time.” He shakes Yoongi’s dad’s hand and then Yoongi’s. “It was nice to finally meet you Y/N. I’ll see you around I’m sure.” He gives you a sly smile and then walks away, disappearing into the fray.

“Yoongi, there’s a few more people you two should meet.” Yoongi’s dad states, ushering you both in the direction of the bar.

You meet about twenty more people, including Namjoon and Seokjin’s mom and dad; honestly, you didn’t know the two were brothers they’re so different; but after you escape and have a few more drinks, you find yourself out on the dancefloor with Yoongi. You arms are wrapped around his neck and his around your waist as you both sway slowly. A few songs in, you decide to ask the question lingering in the back of your mind.

“Yoongi, how does your dad know Hanbin?”

“Mr. Park? They grew up together. They were friends all through high school.”

“Does he… Does he know about-”

“The family business?” Yoongi shakes his head. “As far as he knows, my parents are just happily retired.”

“How did he know my last name?”

Yoongi ponders this for a moment, then shrugs. “My dad probably mentioned your family once or twice as friends, that’s all. He wasn’t around to be able to come to the wedding, otherwise you would’ve met him there.” You simply nod, something about than man bothered you, but you can’t put your finger on it. Yoongi seems to sense your discomfort. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing, I-” You look around for an excuse when you see several pairs of eyes around the room staring at you.”

“Everyone’s just… T-they’re all staring.” You mumble.

“Because you look amazing Y/N-ah. If I was them, I’d be staring too. Your ass looks incredible in that dress.” He suddenly stops moving as he realizes what he said, the alcohol clearly having an effect on him tonight, and you can’t help but giggle.

“You think so?”

“Definitely.” He nods, his cheeks turning pink as he starts to sway again.

“Well I have to say, I’ve always liked the look of you in a fitted suit.” You admit.

“Really?” Yoongi looks a bit shocked by your confession.

“Yoongi, do you not realize how handsome you are?”

“Me? Uh… Not really. Taehyung’s way more handsome than me.”

You shake your head. “You’re different kinds of handsome.” Yoongi looks at you, confused so you explain. “Taehyung is goofy handsome. You’re quietly handsome.”

“I’m… I guess that makes sense.”

“You’re hot stuff Yoongi, just accept it.”

Yoongi chuckles. “If you say so.”

“I do.” You confirm before resting your head on his shoulder. You sway for a bit longer before you hear Yoongi’s voice, low in your ear.

“You’re beautiful…” He whispers, making you shoot back up in surprise as a shiver runs through you.

“R-really?” You stutter. He nods, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips.

Are you drunk or does Yoongi want to kiss you right now? Your eyes flash down to his lips, catching a glimpse of his tongue flicking out to wet them and suddenly your head is spinning with arousal. One of Yoongi’s hands comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin before he pulls you close, pressing his lips to yours for the first time since your wedding.

His lips are just as soft as you remember, but they feel needier now than they did before. He quickly tilts his head to deepen the kiss, filling your senses with bliss until he pulls away, both of you suddenly out of breath. Yoongi searches your face, looking for some sort of emotion, but all you can do is smile shyly as you look away and blush. Yoongi looks like he’s about to say something, but he’s interrupted by a voice from behind you.

“Y/N-ah! It’s getting late, are you guys ready to head home?” Taehyung asks, slinging his arms around your and Yoongi’s shoulders. 

“Yes.” Yoongi nods quickly. “We’re ready.”

“Perfect. I’m parked out back, let’s go.” Taehyung walks away, and Yoongi grabs your hand, tugging you along after him. You grab your clutch from behind the bar, say goodnight to everyone and then head out the back door, but as you go to sit up front with Taehyung, Yoongi stops you and pushes you into the backseat before climbing in with you and shutting the door, never letting go of your hand. 

“What am I, your chauffeur?” Taehyung asks as he pulls out into traffic.

“Just drive.” Yoongi grumbles. As you drive he squeezes your hand in between both of his, rubbing the back of it with his thumb, you can’t help but stare at his long slender fingers, entranced by the way they move until one of his hands starts pulling at the fabric of your dress, hiking it up until he can slip his hand under the fabric onto your bare high, your breath hitches as his fingers move closer and closer to your center before quickly slipping under the lace.

You feel him hesitate for just a second before his fingers find your clit, making your gasp and slap your hand over your mouth. Yoongi’s not even looking at you, but man is he paying attention; every little twitch of his fingers that makes you whimper, he memorizes and uses it against you until finally he sinks two of those long slender fingers into your core as a whine slips past your lips.

You catch Taehyung’s gaze in the mirror and he raises an eyebrow, but you shake your head and turn your gaze out the window, your face flushed red. Your breathing picks up as the hand that isn’t covering your mouth reaches out and grabs Yoongi’s thigh, squeezing it tightly as you silently beg him to stop, but he ignores you, curling his fingers up into your g spot. You can’t help the gasp that slips past your lips as you bend over, grabbing Yoongi’s arm and stopping his motions just as Taehyung pulls up in front of your building.

Yoongi quickly slips his fingers out of you, popping them in his mouth as he opens the door and steps out of the car. You have to stop for a moment and give yourself a reality check. Did that just happen? You tug your dress down as Taehyung opens the door for you. Did Yoongi just finger you? Out of nowhere?

Before you even realize it, Yoongi has your arm and is walking you toward your building. You wave goodbye to Taehyung, who is nice enough to wait until you get into your building to drive away. You and Yoongi step into the elevator, and suddenly it’s quiet; the only thing you hear is the pounding of your heart in your ears. Now he chooses to  be completely silent?

Yoongi still has a hold of your hand as he walks out of the elevator and punches the code into the keypad, unlocking the door and leading you into your apartment. The two of you stand in the entryway after he shuts the door and take your shoes off, but after they come off, you can’t bring yourself to move. What the hell happened in the car? And why isn’t he saying anything now? Did you do something wrong? Did you- Mmph!

Yoongi pushes you back up into the wall and plants his lips back on yours, grabbing your hips and pulling you close to his body. The sudden action takes you by surprise, but you don’t waste a second in kissing him back, tugging at his dress shirt to get him closer to you. Yoongi’s hands slip around to your back, caressing your skin as his tongue slips into your mouth for the first time; he tastes like you. His kisses only grow more and more needy as you stand pinned between him and the wall until he reaches his hands down and grabs your ass, squeezing it tightly, causing you to moan and break the kiss.

Yoongi doesn’t even stop, his lips trail to your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses against your throat. You gasp with each touch of his lips against you, your nerves electrified as your arousal swirls in the pit of your stomach, your panties already soaked through. Is this it? Is this really happening? Are you finally going to have sex with Yoongi?

“Y-Yoongi…” You whimper.

This causes Yoongi to stop, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he catches his breath. “Shit…” He curses. “Y/N-ah, I’m so sorry I… I should’ve asked in the car and I-”

“Don’t apologize, please.”

“We don’t have to… I mean. I feel like I’m- You can say no.”

“Yoongi.” You grab his face and force him to look at you. “I-I want this. I need this, I want… I want you, please.” You beg.

That’s all it takes. Suddenly you’re being pulled into Yoongi’s room, the door is shut behind you and his lips are back on yours. Yoongi is uncontrollably needy now, his lips are all over you; your own lips, your neck, your shoulder; and his hands are following close behind; caressing your neck, your back, your hips, your ass, pulling you as close to him as he possibly can. His tongue slips back into your mouth as his hands slide down to your chest, groping you over your dress before pulling back in surprise.

“No bra?”

“You don’t wear a bra with this type of dress.” You repeat Taehyung’s words, smirking at Yoongi.

“Then I’m glad you bought it.”Yoongi smiles back, bringing his hands to your back and unzipping the dress before reaching up to the clasp around your neck, undoing it, and letting the fabric fall to the floor. “You looked sexy as hell tonight.” He groans, walking you over to the bed, letting your knees hit the mattress before you fall back, Yoongi falling on top of you, his knees on either side of you as his lips latch back to yours. “It took everything in me to keep my hands off of you.”

“Why’d you try so hard?” You tease. Yoongi pauses and climbs off you, standing up. Wait, you didn’t want him to stop. “Yoongi-”

“Because I didn’t know you wanted it this badly.” Now it’s his turn to smirk as he shrugs off his jacket, never taking his eyes off your body as he takes off his tie and starts to unbutton his shirt.

“You didn’t ask.” You sit up and pull him to you by the hem of his shirt and start to help him with the buttons, staring up at him, admiring the way his hair falls into his eyes at this angle, making him seem more mischievous than normal.

When you get his shirt undone, you part the fabric and your hands explore his toned abdomen, loving the pale translucence of his skin tone, until your hands find the waistband of his dress pants, meeting his gaze for permission. He nods, ever so slightly and you smile before unbuttoning then and pulling down the zipper, you’re about to grab the waistband when Yoongi pushes you down on the bed, drops his pants and then scoots you back, climbing on the bed between your legs before his lips find your neck again, leaving hot kisses along your skin before he reaches your collarbone and decides to bite down, sending pleasure sparking through your body.

“Yoongi…” You gasp.

“Does that feel good?”

“Mm.” You nod, blushing. “I-I like to be bit.”

“Lucky for you, I like to bite.” He leans back down and bites you again on your shoulder, then your neck, then your chest, then he slides down to your breasts, squeezing them tightly before biting down harshly on the top of each of them, causing you to let out a small moan.

Yoongi then flicks one of your nipples before pulling the other into his mouth, sucking on it harshly before tugging on it with his teeth, causing your back to arch off the bed from pleasure.

“A-Ah~ Oh god…” You whimper, your hands gripping the sheets. While his mouth stays on your breasts, one of Yoongi’s hands slips down between your thighs, touching you over your panties again.

“God, you’re still so wet.” He muses, pushing the soaked lace out of the way and touching you directly, his fingers deftly slipping into your folds and circling your clit.

“Y-Yoong-i.” You whine, your hips bucking up into his hand.

“What’s got you so worked up Y/N-ah?”

“I-I-”

“You just want to be touched, don’t you?” He teases, tracing his fingers around your entrance.

“Y-yes.” You moan, trying to get him to slip the digits inside you, but instead he pulls away. You whine as the loss of sensation until he grabs your underwear and yanks them down your legs, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his hardness in his tight boxers until he starts to play with his own waistband, but then changes his mind.

"You're so beautiful." He mumbles, laying at your side as he presses his lips to your neck, spreading your legs before slipping those two fingers from the car back into your core. Your head falls back against the mattress as Yoongi's fingers curl inside you, rubbing right against your g spot and making your head spin. Suddenly, you feel your release creeping up on you at a rapid pace, and it only takes a few more well placed thrusts of his fingers before you come undone, your body quivering at his touch. He coasts you through your orgasm the best he can with the way your thighs squeeze together.

"God, you're even more beautiful when you cum." Yoongi groans, sitting back up and grabbing his boxers. He takes a deep breath and pushes them down his legs, revealing his length; you watch it bounce as he throws his boxers to the floor, your mouth watering at the sight.

He follows your gaze and blushes before scooting up between your legs, his long cock brushing your folds, making your shiver with anticipation. “Um. It’s… It’s been a while for me so I don’t know how long I’ll last.” He admits.

“It’s okay.” You smile up at him with a small giggle. “It took me, what. Two minutes?”

He chuckles as he leans over you, giving you one last lingering kiss before he pushes his hips forward. You gasp harshly as Yoongi’s cock slips inside you, not having been stretched out for a while, there’s a slight burn, but it feels oh so delicious. Yoongi holds his breath, only letting it out in short pants when he’s completely seated inside you.

“H-holy shit.” He groans. “You already- Are… Are you always this tight?”

You can only whine in response, wrapped up in the feeling of him inside you, your core contracting in pleasure. You wrap your legs around Yoongi’s waist, urging him to move by digging your heels into his back. He gets the message and pulls his hips back before quickly snapping them into you, making the two of you simultaneously moan out. After that, Yoongi can’t hold back. He thrusts into you over and over, moaning and groaning above you, filling you up so wonderfully. One of your hands grips his shoulder for support, the other finds purchase in his hair, tugging on his dark black locks in pleasure.

“F-feels so good.” You whimper. “Yoongi…”

He grunts in your ear, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he picks up his pace, slamming into you relentlessly, causing a lewd squelching sound between your legs from just how wet you are. You’ve been waiting for this for so long, the anticipation alone has you a mess, but it’s even better than you imagined, better than you ever dreamt. You whine with each thrust, your breasts bouncing as sweat forms on your body.

Yoongi’s not faring much better; his hair is damp, his chest sticky where it presses against yours. He sits back on his knees and plunges into you even deeper, hitting spots inside you that have you seeing stars. You study him; the way his chest heaves, the way his muscles ripple, the way his arm veins pop out, the way his eyes close, the way his brow furrows in concentration; you’ve never seen him look this sexy before, but it turns you on like nothing else, your core contracting harshly around Yoongi’s length, causing him to gasp as his hips stutter.

“Fuck, I-I’m not going to l-last.”

“Yoongi p-please…” Yoongi takes a deep breath, slowing down his thrusts to make them intentional, purposeful, wiggling his hips around until he finds your spot. “Oh god, right there!” You moan. “Fuck~”

“Cum for me Y/N. Please.” Yoongi begs, thrusting into your g-spot over and over. To help, Yoongi slips a hand between your bodies, circling your clit harshly, causing your release to hit you sooner than expected.

“Y-Yoongi!” You cry out, your back arching off the bed as you orgasm harshly, your core spasming around his cock as your body shudders beneath him.

“Oh god, ohh fuck~” Yoongi curses, riding out your orgasm before quickly pulling out and stroking himself to release on your lower abdomen, some of the hot white mess dripping down into your folds.

Yoongi sits back on his knees, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath while you’re still slightly out of it from your own orgasm. Yoongi quickly climbs off the bed and pulls on his boxers before heading into the bathroom. You lie on the bed, still trying to process if this was real or not when Yoongi comes back with a damp washcloth. He cleans up the mess he made between your thighs before throwing the cloth into the laundry basket as he walks to his dresser. He pulls out a t shirt and tosses it to you before climbing into bed with you, just watching as you lay down.

You turn and look at him. “ Is everything okay?” You ask.

“Um, was that… I’m sorry. Are you- Did I-” He sighs before laying on his back. “Nevermind.”

You scoot over to him and lay your head on his chest before wrapping your arms around his waist. “It was great.” You assure him. You can feel him relax under you before he pulls you close, burying his face in your hair, humming happily, and it isn’t long after that that you drift off.

When you wake up the next morning, the bed next to you is empty. You frown a bit as you stretch. You had hoped Yoongi wouldn't immediately head off to work, but you guess some things can't be helped. You sit up and are about to get out of bed when the door to Yoongi's room opens. You look over to see Yoongi coming in with a tray in his hands, dressed in a t shirt and sweats. When he sees you're awake he smiles.

"M-morning." He mumbles walking over to the bed and sitting down in front of you, placing the tray down between the two of you.

"Good morning." You smile sweetly at him. "You're not at work?" You ask looking down at the tray as your stomach rumbles; omurice, and it looks amazing.

"I decided to stay home. I wanted to make you breakfast, a-and i thought maybe we could spend the day together? We haven't for a while s-so... yeah..."

"That sounds great." You nod and grab a fork before digging in. "And this looks amazing. I didn't know you could cook!"

"I can sometimes I guess. I just.. wanted to make something for you."

"What's the occasion?"

"It's a t-thank you. For last night..." He admits, scratching his neck as he avoids your gaze.

You pause and look at him for a moment, swallowing before you say something. "You're... thanking me for... Sex?"

“I-I didn’t want you to think I just did it because I was drunk. I’ve- Well, I’ve wanted to for a while I just didn’t… I didn’t know how to ask.”

“Really?” You smile up at him.

“Are you kidding? Do you know how often you turn me on? Walking around in your little shorts and no bra? Helping you get out of the tub?” He smirks. “I should’ve asked sooner, but I think the alcohol made me braver.”

“I’m glad it did.” You say, taking another bite. "So what did you want to do today?"

"I was thinking um... maybe we could stay in bed and watch movies?" He suggests.

You can't help but giggle. "Are we actually going to watch the movies?"

"That depends." He smirks.

"On what?"

"If you're going to need a break or not."

You laugh full out now. "Can I at least finish breakfast?"

Yoongi nods, taking a bite for himself. "You'll need your strength."

Copyright © Inkjam-Moon 2019

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[squirrelly831]

Child Makes Mom Cry [Yongguk, Himchan, and Daehyun]

I apologize for how long these turned out. That was not my intention. I just got carried away… 

Enjoy~~

Yongguk

Stephanie was married to Yongguk for eleven years and they had a ten year old daughter, Catherine. Yongguk still worked in the music industry, he produced his own albums or helps the other members with their music. Because of his business, Stephanie didn’t want to tell him about the added stress their daughter gave her. Their daughter snuck out, went to parties she wasn’t allowed to, and skipped school a couple of times, but today was Stephanie’s breaking point with it all.

Stephanie drove towards the grocery store to get dinner when she passed by a girl who looked like her daughter and her friends. Stephanie sucked in a breath prepared to confirm her suspicions as she drove around and got back on the same road. She pulled over to the side to get a better view. She let out a huff, grabbed her bag and phone, and stepped out of the car with her keys in hand. “Catherine Haeun Bang, what are you doing out of school?”

Catherine’s smile fell as she met her mother’s angry face, “Mom” she sang. “We were just getting a bit to eat.” She lied.

“In the car. All of you. I’ll take you home.” Catherine’s three girls ran off to the car. Catherine, however, scoffed. With an emphasized huff, she stomped to the car. Stephanie pressed her fingers to her temples before she grabbed her phone and called the school only to find out this had been an occurring issue. Once in the car, she made each of the girls dial their parent’s numbers and Stephanie explained the situation to each parent on her phone.

Once home, Catherine jumped out of the car and ran into the house.

Stephanie dreaded this moment, she pulled out her keys and took a moment for herself. “Let’s just get this over with. A lecture and maybe just ground her for a week.” She got out of the car and entered the house. “Catherine, get down her.” She mustered the sternest voice she could get.

Her daughter stomped down the stairs, “WHAT?”

Stephanie walked out of the hall and into the living room with Catherine hot on her heels. “What were you thinking?” She finally asked. “Skipping? AND it wasn’t the first time? Seriously!”

Catherine threw herself on the couch and shrugged, “Everyone does it, mother.” She had no care in the world as she continued. “I’m bored, so I don’t go. It’s simple.”

Yongguk entered the house with a smile. He came home much earlier than he anticipated and he was ready to get some family bonding time. However, he heard the condescending tone in his daughter’s voice and his smile fell. He decided to wait in the hallway to let Stephanie handle it since he didn’t want to take away any authority from her.

“You can’t just skip school because you’re bored! That’s what advanced placement is for or cram schools.”

Catherine scoffed, “I hate school. I don’t want to go. I’m going to be an idol like dad anyway.”

“Your father still went to school, young lady. You need an education” Stephanie replied in annoyance.

“Why? I don’t want to end up in some stupid dead-end job like you.”

Stephanie’s voice caught in her throat. She was a proud owner of a coffee shop, something she had only dreamed about. Stephanie felt tears prick her eyes and she mentally cursed for letting her ten year old get under her skin over something so stupid. She raised her hands in defeat, “I—I can’t even look at you right now. I’m so disappointed.” Stephanie rushed out of the room as she wiped her eyes. Before she passed Yongguk, he pulled you into a hug and Stephanie felt instant guilt. “I’m sorry… I’m such a shitty mom. I can’t even handle a ten year old.”

He patted her hair. He felt a mix of emotions as he held his wife. Anger because of Catherine’s behavior and hurt because of Stephanie’s pain. He kissed her forehead, “I’ll take care of it. You go lay down, okay?” He lead her to the stairs before he made a beeline to the living room. Catherine was in the kitchen. She looked for a snack with her phone in hand.

She heard his heavy footsteps which made her look back and smiled, “Appa! You’re home early today!” Her smile fell as she felt the anger radiating off Yongguk, “What’s wrong?”

He stormed into the living room, “Catherine, get over here now” he growled lowly. She dropped her phone and sat on the chair across from him. “Dead-end job? Like your mother?” The color in her face drained as she realized he heard her. He would punish her how he sought fit and he would make her apologize to her mother for her harsh behavior. Yongguk would also make it a priority to speak to his wife and figure out how to create better communication when it came to their parenting.

Himchan

Himchan and Miranda were married for 18 years and they had two child, a fifteen year old son named Seungwon and a twelve year old daughter named Eunhae. Eunhae was a great kid. She was really into sports and after school she spent her time with her team. She played volleyball and soccer for different seasons. She wasn’t the best at school, but she tried which was all that really mattered to Himchan and his wife. She wasn’t failing which was a different story for their oldest, Seungwon.

Seungwon had a bad temper that only grew as he got older. The only one who could ever really get in his head was Himchan when Seungwon was pissed. No matter what Miranda did, she could never get him to listen to her. Himchan knew it was hard on her, but Miranda insisted that she would figure out how to handle their son.

Miranda was at work when her secretary snuck into the meeting and whispered that Seungwon’s school called. Miranda feared the worse, she excused herself from the meeting with a million apologies as she was one of the heads of the fashion department. She called the school back immediately and she was told she needed to pick up Seungwon.

Miranda left work early and drove the thirty minutes to his school with the constant thought that she should call Himchan, but she fought herself from doing so. Once at the school, Miranda rushed to the principal’s office where she was greeted with two kids, one being her son, that looked beaten to a pulp and a mother who looked like she would attack Miranda.

“Mrs. Kim. Seungwon, this way” the principal led them into his office.

Miranda took a seat as Seungwon stood by the door. She let out a sigh. She wasn’t going to try to fight him over something as small as not sitting.

“Sorry for having you come all the way out here, but Seungwon got into a fight today in the middle of class.” Miranda’s head instantly fell forward into her open palm. “He will be suspended for the next three days. During that time, he can reflect on his actions and when he returns he can properly apologize.”

Seungwon sneered, “As if I’d apologize. I wasn’t in the wrong.”

“Seungwon… Please.” Miranda begged and Seungwon just scoffed, but said no more.

The principal cleared his throat as he continued, “Also, his homeroom teacher wanted to talk to you about his grades, but since you’re here, I decided to rely the message for her. Seungwon is failing 5 of his 8 classes. If he continues he will be held back.” Miranda’s heart sunk.

After apologizing to the principal again and the other boy’s mother, Miranda and Seungwon went home. She walked in numbly and put her keys on the kitchen counter. “Why?” She swallowed a lump in her throat, “Why are you fighting people?”

Seungwon shrugged, “He looked at me wrong.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and took in a breath, “You can’t just hit people because they look at you wrong! And your grades! Are you serious, Seungwon? Are you even trying?”

Seungwon’s face reddened, fist tightened, and he pushed past her with a force to knock her back without thinking. She stumbled into the wall. “Shut up! I’m a screw up! I got it! Damn!” He stormed out not even listening to Miranda call after him.

Eunhae rushed from upstairs and noticed her mom against the wall, “Mom, are you okay?” Miranda gave her a sad smile as her tears overcame her, she slid down the wall and cried. Eunhae grabbed her phone and texted her dad before she sat beside her crying mom.  

When Himchan got Eunhae’s short text, he rushed home. Miranda was still on the floor and Eunhae clung to her with her own tears in her eyes. She looked up to see her dad. With a sniff, she got up annd Himchan kneeled beside Miranda. “Yeobo, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” Eunhae spoke for her mom. She told him everything she heard and Himchan had half the mind to find Seungwon, bring his ass back, and hit him.

Miranda stood and grabbed Himchan who went to the door, “Don’t. Let him cool off. He needs to go to counseling. There’s something wrong with him something he won’t let out.” She wiped her eyes but tears continued to fall. “I was just shocked. He didn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t hurt me.”

Himchan didn’t care about that at that moment. He hugged both Miranda and their daughter. His priority was to stop his queen and princess from crying and cheer them up. With a smile he took the two of them upstairs to Miranda and his shared room to watch movies.

He heard the front door open and he’s blood boiled. He looked back at his sleeping wife and daughter before he snuck off downstairs to confront his son. He entered the living room, “Kim Seungwon, get in here. NOW!” Seungwon ran into the living room. “You know what I’ve been doing for the last two hours?” Seungwon shook his head. “I’ve been trying to get your mother and your sister to stop crying because of you! What kind of disrespectful son are we raising?!” He shouted.

“Dad, it’s no—”

“Did I tell you, you could speak?”

Daehyun

Being a parent came with its ups and downs. Daehyun and Amber had three children, Kwangmin, Joy, and Haru. Each were well behaved and well mannered that even their friends commented on how perfect their children acted. Of course, there was the sibling rivalry, but the trio were a close as possible.

Once the oldest, Kwangmin, enter high school, his behavior changed drastically. He went from a straight A student to a 72 average. Daehyun and Amber talked to him, tried to figure out what had caused their once curious school loving son to not have a care in the world, but it never got anywhere. Neither of them knew how bad it was until Daehyun was gone for a week on business.

Amber was busy cleaning up around the house when she received a call from Kwangmin’s school. “Hello?”

“Yes, Mrs. Jung? This is Kwangmin’s homeroom teacher. I was calling to tell you that Kwangmin has not come to school in today. Is he unwell?”

Amber’s voice was stuck in her throat. She watched Kwangmin leave the house. Did he not make it to the bus? Was he okay? Questions began to swirl in her head.

“Mrs. Jung?”

Amber was brought from her mind, “Oh, I’m sorry. He was running a high fever, so I kept him home. I apologize I didn’t let the school know.” She got off the phone and grabbed her car keys. She needed to go look for Kwangmin. As she rushed to her car, she called Daehyun.

“Hey babe, miss me already?”

“Daehyun, it’s Kwangmin. He didn’t go to school.”

Daehyung heard the worry in his wife’s voice, “Babe, stop and breath. He’s probably skipping. I’ll talk to him about it when I get home tonight. Don’t worry.”

Amber bit her lip, “But, what if something happened to him? Someone could have grabbed him or jumped him. He’s never skipped before.”

“Just call him and check on him. I guarantee he’s just skipping.” Daehyun reassured her.

Amber gave in and agreed. She went back into the house and called Kwangmin but never got an answer. So, she did the next best thing. She waited. Waited for him to walk in the front door.

That afternoon,  Kwangmin came through the front door at the same time he always did. “Hey mom, I’m home” he called out.

Amber’s legs almost gave out from the relief she felt when she heard her son’s voice. Her fears turned out to be untrue and he did just as Daehyun said. He skipped. Amber’s worry was consumed and replaced with her anger. “Where have you been?” She rushed after him as he headed to his room.

Kwangmin looked back, “School, duh?”

“Really? And what school were you at because it was surely not yours since they called me THIS morning!”

He shrugged, “School’s boring, so I went to the arcade with some friends.”

“I called you!”

“I knew I’d get yelled at why would I answer it” he rolled his eyes.

Tears fell, “Do you realize how scared I was? I didn’t know where you were?” Kwangmin shrugged. “Phone” she scrambled to say the word. She held out her hand, “Phone. Now.”

Daehyun entered the house with the two younger children. He smiled at them and ushered them to their bedrooms. Once out of sight, his smile faded.

“Now, Kwangmin. You’re not responsible enough to have one anymore” her voice cracked.

“You don’t have to be such a bitch about it! I skipped one time! You can’t just take my phone from me!” He snapped.

It happened so fast, Amber didn’t even realize Daehyun was beside her until she heard the smack that Kwangmin received from him. “Who are you to use such a filthy word to your mother? All because of some damn phone.” Daehyun snapped. He snatched the phone from Kwangmin and handed it to Amber. He didn’t hold back his anger as he just yelled at Kwangmin and scolded him. After some time, he sent Kwangmin to his room and he talked to Amber out punishment.

Part II

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[opheliachoi]

hello everyone! my name’s irene, and i’m very excited to be here! i’m …. not great at introing myself, so i’ll skip straight to the good stuff below with some information about my disaster of a child. please feel free to hit me up on discord or like this for some plotting!

biography & statistics.

is that JANG YEEUN? no, that’s just OPHELIA CHOI, the 18 year old FEMALE who is a STUDENT. some say they’re SUPERFICIAL & INSENSITIVE, but their family and friends will swear they’re PERSUASIVE & DETERMINED. when i think of them, i think of expensive lingerie that’s worn once before being discarded in a stranger’s room, bruises covered with makeup, breath mixing right before a kiss, buying clothes without looking at the price, lipstick stained joints, and half-used bottles of perfume. i wonder if HER neighbors know that HER FATHER IS ONLY LETTING HER COME BACK TO ASHCROFT BECAUSE HE’S MARRYING HER OFF.

trigger warnings: abuse, alcoholism, and drugs.

Ophelia is the twin sister of Alexander Choi and second child of Daehyun and Hyemin Choi. 

Despite her life having potential to be pretty awesome just bc of how wealthy they were ( a fact that Daehyun Choi never lets them forget is thanks to him ) it’s really. not. 

Ophelia has been abused by her father for basically her entire life ( he probably didn’t hit a baby but was def not above hitting a toddler so ), and has dealt with this abuse in some Not Very Healthy Ways.

For most of her childhood she just fit the mould he wanted her to, learning to be a perfect daughter and eventual trophy wife to some other rich dude, doing her best to not make him mad and not letting herself have any thoughts of her own. 

Things changed, however, when the twins were fifteen and Alex tried to take the brunt of their father’s attention. It actually worked for a while, and Ophelia actually started to open up and think about stuff that she might want. But then Daehyun realized what was going on and went back to abusing his entire family, and ended up being even worse than before. 

After that, Ophelia started hooking up with people and taking drugs to cope. At first, she was trying to actually feel something ; now, however, she continues just cause it’s fun and she doesn’t care about anything or anyone other than herself and Alex and shopping. 

Doesn’t get emotionally attached with sex. For her, it’s just something that she enjoys physically. Once she’s bored of someone, she’ll drop them and move on to a new fling ; it’s nothing personal, she’s just far more concerned with her own pleasure than anything else. 

In addition to not really caring about other people, she’s a bit vain and very concerned w outward appearances. This is mostly cause she was raised to think of her family as better than others, but also because no one ever told her that she shouldn’t focus only on herself.

She is great at hosting parties and talking to people and all that good stuff, but that’s only because she’s been taught. In reality, she’s very closed off and Alex is the only person she’ll actually open up to.

Only just got back from Europe! She was officially sent off to go to a finishing school in Switzerland and stay with her aunt in London, but the actual reason was that her dad wanted to separate the twins bc he’s awful 

Dealt with not being able to contact Alex about as well as you’d expect ; any time that wasn’t spent in class or with her aunt she was either drunk, high, or having sex. Sometimes all three. 

Her father is only ‘letting’ her come back because he’s found a husband for her who will increase his own power, not because he changed his mind or anything decent like that. She’s not horribly against the idea though. At a minimum, it means a way out of her father’s control, and if she’s really lucky her husband might not even be constantly abusive! Thinking positive! Except that she has no idea what will happen to Alex and their mother so that’s a problem. 

The hairstyle is new! She cut and dyed her hair to the short blonde right before coming back — and although she got the worst beating in a while because of it, it’s also the only time she’s openly gone against her father’s expectations that she can remember, and she doesn’t regret it. 

wanted connections: people she’s had sex with ( open to anyone and everyone tbh ), other rich kids ( real friends or fake ones ), people she’s ticked off, fellow druggies, just about anything !

#ashcroftintro. #whoop this got a bit long but hi !! #[ drugs tw ] #[ alcoholism tw ] #[ abuse tw ]

[be-the-piano]

bigger kpop tag

Tagged by @x-i-l-verify ages ago sorry ^^’

1.) 5 favourite groups

B.A.P

VIXX

MONSTA X

BTS

AKMU (shoutout to @x-i-l-verify wow)

2.) Top 5 on your bias list?

B.A.P - JONGUP

MONSTA X - I.M

VIXX - N

BTS - J-HOPE

EXO - SUHO

3.) Ult Bias group and why you love them?

B.A.P

They were the second kpop group I ever heard and Skydive had me shook. So then I checked all their other songs and it took me about three to realize that they’re The Ones. They don’t ever shy away from the difficult, they’ll sing about what’s wrong in the world but at the same time their message is not of despair but of strength. It’s a continuous encouragement to never ever give up on myself and my aspirations, and to change the world by reaching for the stars. I carry it with me now and I cherish it, and remind myself of it when life gets tough.

And then they turn around and show themselves to be the sweetest dorks to walk this earth. Their shenanigans never fail to make me smile, even on the worst days.

4.) Ult Bias and why you love them?

JONGUP

I spent a lot of time thinking of how to call what drew me to him (after I got over the shock of his Skydive snake act and got to know the boys) and I finally got it. To quote my own fanfic, it’s his unapologetic individuality. People call him 4D but it’s all because he just doesn’t give a single heck. He does his thing and he does it well (holy heavens does he do it well, look at all his solos, look at them) and that’s what counts. I’m a shy, quiet person and I saw myself in his variety appearances but then I realized that he’s not just shy, he’s unflappable. Gotta let my members smear my face with makeup? Guess that’s what’s happening, chill. His poker face is legendary, his dancing and voice are out of this world and he never stops, always reaches higher and further while at the same time remembering to chill and take care of himself and his members. He’s got this balance that I hope I can keep as well.

And look, he just released Annoying in which he basically tells people to mind their own business and make it fun instead of judging others and to let others (him) live, how powerful is that.

He’s comfortably himself and it’s beautiful and inspiring.

5.) Favorite Kpop Meme

What can I say he’s just so relatable.

6.) Favorite pic of your ult? (I dare you to only pick one)

That was mean. You hear me? Mean.

7.) 5 Favorite Kpop MVs

SKYDIVE (B.A.P)

WAKE ME UP (B.A.P)

The message and the representation are honestly monumental.

VOODOO DOLL (VIXX)

TROPICAL NIGHT (MONSTA X)

JUST RIGHT (GOT7)

 You can’t stop me

WHITE NIGHT & CATCH ME (UP10TION)

8.) 10 Favorite Kpop songs?

B.A.P - Kingdom

VIXX - Fantasia

MONSTA X - Fighter

AKMU - ReBye

BTS JIN - Epiphany

SEVENTEEN HIP HOP TEAM - Trauma

DAY6 - Shoot Me

VAV - You

TRCNG - Utopia

UP10TION - White Night

9.) Favorite Kpop crack video?

please save changkyun

10.) Favorite content creator within the fandom?

How do i choose 1??

@wingssomnia is an absolute treasure

@randomsplashes i adore

@courage-love-wisdom look check out especially the samurai b.a.p arts, my mind was blown and my soul stolen

im in it for the memes AKA the b.a.p crack videos provider please never stop they’re hilarious

The Kpop Trash Queen whose vixx crack videos are absolutely legendary and iconic i love

SuperBlondie the queen of BTS&EXO fanfiction

11.) What fandoms would you say you’re an active member of?

TRCNG and B.A.P (shoutout to the TRCNG discord server I love you guys)

12.) Take your top 3 biases- fmk

Fuck joke’s on you I’m ace but I can sure smooch his cheeks: I.M

( @sierahrt thank you for enabling and enduring today’s changkyun-induced mental breakdown)

Marry: N

Kill: Jongup is left but make no mistake I would not stand a chance

13.) If you could be best friends with any idol, who would you choose?

Chen. He’s evil and soft all in one. Chennie, never change.

14.) If you could date any idol, who?

I’m actually 99% sure I’m aromantic as well as asexual so this is kind of a nah thing.

15.) What’s one Kpop album you think everyone should have listened to?

Oho, big declaration. I can’t choose for everyone but personally I’m exceptionally fond of B.A.P’s Noir. 

16.) Are you a soft or a hard stan?

Ssssso ssssofffffffft.

17.) An idol that makes you go into soft mode?

My children the entire ensemble of TRCNG.

18.) An idol that makes you want to smash the empire state building with one single punch?

oh wow no

19.) Favorite vocalist?

Soohyun (AKMU)

Can’t make me choose between Chen (EXO), Jaehwan (VIXX) and Daehyun (B.A.P).

20.) Favorite Rapper?

Yongguk (B.A.P) - just, Confession.

21.) Favorite dancer? 

N (VIXX) 

Yugyeom (GOT7)

This is what he got me with. Dethroned JB. Powerful stuff.

Zelo&Jongup (B.A.P)

22.) Things you have in common with your ult?

I’m hard to rattle and a little people shy but I open up in private. 

23.) The most beautiful trait any idol can have?

All good people are beautiful people.

24.) Songs that will always make you jam along?

B.A.P ZELO - Howler

VAV - Senorita

Actually, make that most of VAV’s songs.

25.) Your worst wrecker?

JIN (BTS) - every day he comes for my soul

26.) Any kpop concerts you’ve been to?

6.05.2017 PARTY BABY WARSAW BOOM aka my most precious memory. General admission because I was late and poor but it was still one of the best days of my life.

27.) Favorite choreo?

VIXX - Voodoo Doll

This whole production steals my breath every time, kings of concepts indeed.

28.) Favorite live performance?

B.A.P JONGUP - Try My Luck

29.) Favorite debut mv?

Nothing beats EXO’s MAMA, nothing.

30.) Recommend a rookie group!

How old until they’re not rookies anymore? TRCNG debuted last year but they’re under TS, you know how that goes. Please check them out, they’re quite talented.

31.) A kpop song you could listen to every day for the rest of your life?

B.A.P - Hands Up (Japanese version because I can somewhat understand that and the 光に hands up always gets me right in the heart).

32.) Tag some cute mutuals you’d like to get to know better (and to do this challenge)!

@yonggukist, @englishbunnyrocks, @adsuro, @bapwoo, @saaltvinegar, @everythingsgoingawry <3

#personal #tag

[kpop-goestheweasel]

Oi! It’s been a hot minute. I hope ya’ll have been well. Life has been a little crazy lately, BUT things should be settling in the near future... and above all else, updates will be coming very soon. 

Let me take a real quick minute to brag about my man. Not only did he drop the big $$ for the platinum package for me to see my boys when they came in Minneapolis (shout out to all the Babyz that came to the show!!), but next week I will be the proud owner of a new, shiny Macbook and will again be able to write and spam the crud out of you with updates! <3 I think it’s pretty safe to say at this point that I’m going to have to marry that boy (if things don’t work out with Daehyun...). 

TLDR;; New computer, updates coming in near future! Please fill my inbox with votes on what you’d like to see from me. [:

[keeping-it-rosey]

Bias List Tag

was tagged by @dojooned so long ago, sorry just got time to do it, thank you!!

1. Dojoon - The Rose

2. Chan - Stray Kids

3. Yixing - EXO

4. Daehyun - B.A.P

5. Park Kyung - Block B

6. Key - SHINee

7. I.M. - Monsta X

8. Jinyoung - GOT7

9. Young K - Day6

10. Ten - NCT (Omg I didn’t put him on ten on purpose XD that’s funny)

between one and four, who would you rather kiss? 

4, Sorry but have you seen Daehyun’s lips??

between two and seven, who would be your best friend? Oh goodness, these two are the most similar to me so we’d both get along so well lol. I’ll go with Chan, he’d be a lot of fun

between five and ten, who has the better voice? Ten, he actually...sings XD

between one and eight, who is the funniest? 1, Dojoon is wild

between six and nine, who would you date? ohhhhhh, YOUNG KKKKKKKKKKKKKKK, so rude

between nine and ten, who would you do a collaboration with? sorry Ten but Brian would write me the best song ever

between four and eight, who is the best dancer? Jinyoung...I think lol

between three and five, who would you most likely marry? I’m gonna say Park Kyung just cuz Yixing is waaaaay out of my lead XD I mean so is Kyung but

between two and three, who has a better smile? ahhh my top two biases, THEY BOTH HAVE DIMPLES NO FAIR, ugh. I guess Chan cuz he has a dorky smile

between six and eight, who would you vacation with? Key, he’s so funny I’d have the best time.

yo this was so fun omg, tag me in more of these please XD I’ll tag @leeminiminho @lovely-guk @shipaphon @irosesung @frithdom @kookies-n-key @captain-junmyeon 

#tags

[jookyun]

kpop + music tags!

my dumb partner jo @joheoonie tagged me! thank you bb! 

music shuffle tag!

rules: put all of your phone’s music library – no playlists! – on shuffle. list the first ten songs that play. bold the song(s) that lift your mood and italicise the song(s) that makes you the most emotional. then tag ten people!

1. Lucky One- EXO 2. Kingdom Come- Red Velvet 3. Mamma Mia- SF9 4. Lonely- SISTAR 5. Gashina- Sunmi 6. Kingdom- B.A.P 7. I’ll Be Your Man- BtoB 8. The Eve- EXO 9. Special- Monsta X 10. Ready or Not- Monsta X

kpop tag!

rules: answer the questions!!

1) 5 favorite groups? Monsta X, B.A.P, VIXX, Winner, Victon

2) top 5 on your bias list? evil question       Changkyun, Yongguk, Leo, Mino, Sejun

3) ult bias group and why you love them? Monsta X and wow.. I love them a whole damn lot. They’ve just always been there for me, even if they don’t know it, and they’re so caring towards their fans. They work so damn hard for us, and continuously improve their skills. They’re just so talented, but still so humble and sweet, it’s amazing. They’re also so funny and never fail to make me laugh. I always go back and watch their variety shows if I’m sad and need to distract myself. They’re the best. 

4) ult bias and why you love them?

Im Changkyun is my ultimate bias and he’s an absolute weirdo. but i love him for it. He’s so attentive and just wants to be loved. He’s so talented and works so hard to improve his rap. He’s also the definition of duality (along with jooheon). like one second he’s this charismatic rapper “i love it when she groove on me” and then he’s an actual baby. he’s also really quiet and brooding sometimes and just needs to be protected. I love my kyunpuppy. 

5) favorite kpop meme the dinosaur pole dancing to House of Cards OR Dae’s “who am I?” 

6) favorite pic of your ult? (I dare you to only pick one) i love this ic cause his neck it’s technically the start of his journey with Monsta X as it’s a No mercy picture and it’s a really great picture

7) 10 favorite kpop mvs 1. Honeymoon- B.A.P

2. Shangri- La- VIXX

3. Shine Forever- Monsta X

4. Island- WINNER

5. Starry Night- Mamamoo

6. Scentist- VIXX

7. Shine- Pentagon

8. Fantasy- VIXX

9. That’s My Jam- B.A.P

10. Fire- BTS

8) 10 favorite kpop songs? (not in order) 

1. house of cards- bts

2. love me do- vixx

3. diamond 4 ya- b.a.p

4. blind- monsta x

5. island- winner

6. all in- monsta x

7. honeymoon- b.a.p

8. trigger- vixx

9. all i do- monsta x

10. the closer- vixx

9) favorite kpop crack video? i agree with jo here.. youtube user is it a meme yet is a fav!! 

10) favorite content creator within the fandom? oh shoot um.. for vixx it’s @hakyunie and there are too many good mx/bap ones

11) what fandoms would you say you’re an active member of? all of the groups I stan

12) take your top 3 biases- fmk  or kiss marry kill

changkyun: kill this is bs how could i kill changkyun

yongguk: kiss

leo: marry

13) if you could be best friends with any idol, who would you choose? hakyeon lmaooo or ken. that would be such a fun frienship

14) If you could date any idol, who? jooheon. i feel like we could be really compatible and a fun couple! 

15) what’s one kpop album you think everyone should have listened to?

NOIR BY B.A.P DEAR GOD THAT’S THE BEST ALBUM I’VE EVER HEARD

16) are you a soft or a hard stan?

soft until 9 pm.. I don’t make any promises after that

17) an idol that makes you go into soft mode?

taekwoon

18) an idol that makes you want to smash the empire state building with one single punch?

daehyun

19) favorite vocalist? kihyun, daehyun, and ken are my top

20) favorite rapper

lee fucking jooheon

21) Favorite dancer? jongup? or ravi? 

22) Things you have in common with your ult?

oh dear god um.. we both have a weird sense of humor, really attentive, knows when the people around us aren’t ok. 

23) The most beautiful trait any idol can have?

dimples and a genuine smile

24) Songs that will always make you jam along? that’s my jam, dramarama, future, and a lot more I can’t think of rn

25) Your worst wrecker? negl Jung fucking Daehyun messes me up on the daily. 

26) Any kpop concerts you’ve been to? Monsta X when they came here last year BUT I NEED TO SEE BAPVIXX IN CONCERT PLEASE CONCERT GODS MAKE IT HAPPEN

27) Favorite choreo? Fighter? or Stuck? I love those two. 

28) Favorite live performance?

There’s this one really amazing Stuck live where the MR removed is literally so damn good. It sounds the EXACT same. 

29) Favorite debut mv?

sf9 had a really strong debut with Fanfare. 

30) Recommend a rookie group

victon even though they aren’t technically a rookie anymore

31.) A kpop song you could listen to every day for the rest of your life?

Body- Mino

I’m gonna tag @wonheoney @wonhosflower @2chainbebe @shineekeylover @taesthetic25 @spicedvanillachae @happy-daes @sera-chyeah always optional! 

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