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chaoticpuff17 · 4 years

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Suga, We’re Going Down

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Alright my darlings! Sorry this chapter isn’t more exciting after a long wait, but school is kicking my ass. Hopefully this still has some surprises for you though!---chaotic puff

Y/N sat on the bus wondering to herself how she had gotten herself into this mess. The weight of the coat settled around her shoulders and the scent of his cologne wafting up from the thick fabric was a firm reminder that the night had not been a dream. Yoongi had insisted she needed a coat. It was too cold for her to be out without one. Nina had insisted that she couldn’t show up at the club in her old tan coat and the heavy knitted scarf that Halmeoni had made for her so many years before, so she’d been without any protection from the cold. Yoongi had given her his, draping the maroon material across her shoulders and wishing her goodnight when she realized that he realized that she didn’t have a coat of her own. He’d grinned waving off her concerns telling her he had plenty of other coats. She didn’t doubt it. The man was willing to pay her four million won per meeting. Of course he could afford more than one coat. It was probably nothing to him.

The man was oddly attentive to her. The whole thing was odd. What kind of man in his position was interested in a little mouse like her? She certainly wasn’t the prettiest woman in the world, and he had to have beautiful women swarming around him, models, actresses, idols. What had made him choose her? What made a man willing to pay so much money for a woman when he had so many other options before him?

It didn’t make sense, but who was she to question it? He was literally paying for her life, and they desperately needed the money. All she wanted to do was go home and curl up in her bed, see Eun Jae sleeping safe and sound. She would feel better after seeing him. She would feel like herself again, because she certainly didn’t feel like herself right now.

She felt, in part, like she was making a mistake, but she didn’t have many other options. And every single option she had would break her grandmother’s heart. There wasn’t an option that wouldn’t break her heart, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was her family.

Her father had sent them spiraling into a pit of debt they’d been trying to climb out of for years. Her music lessons hadn’t helped that burden, neither had her college tuition, but her grandfather had seen something in her from a young age. He had seen how much his granddaughter loved music, how the little girl looked at the keys of a piano in wonder. Her parents hadn’t cared. They hadn’t noticed, but her grandparents had, and they insisted on nurturing that spark.

The old man had bundled her up when she was just four years old, on a cold winter morning, and shuttled her off to her first piano lesson. There had been no looking back after that. When her grandfather died three years later, her grandmother took her to lessons.

At the age of seven, she’d discovered the cello, just after her grandfather’s passing. Her piano teacher had had a friend, who taught lessons, and had helped to negotiate a price that would be manageable for them. So from then on every Saturday of her childhood, she’d been marched first to her piano lesson as usual and then to her cello lesson. A year after her cello lessons started, her mother left, and from there, her father had only sunk them further and further into debt. Eventually, they could no longer support lessons for both instruments. One of them had to go, and so at the age of thirteen, there were no more piano lessons. She still played of course, but her main focus had become the cello.

Ha Jin had never showed any particular interest in anything like music, not sports, or language, or her studies, not the restaurant either. She wanted to be anything, but what they were, poor and insignificant. She was always getting into trouble. She had a reputation in their neighborhood for being a shoplifter, a poor student, and generally just a bad kid. She wasn’t someone parents wanted their children hanging around.

And then came the summer she turned seventeen. Y/N would never know how she did it, but Ha Jin had managed to force herself into a circle of people she never should have crossed paths with in the first place. It could never be said that Ha Jin wasn’t smart. She was in fact, very intelligent. She just wasn’t using that intelligence for academics. Instead she used it to weasel her way into a group of upper class, wealthy kids. She wanted more than their little restaurant, and in her eyes, those kids were her ticket to something better, her ticket out. That’s where she had met Eun Jae’s dad.

Kim Taehyung was the son of a well to do family. He was handsome, charismatic, and a little older than Y/N. Before anyone could talk some sense into her, Ha Jin had gotten swept up in the lies she had weaved around herself. She’d lied about so many things, her age, her family, her circumstances. It had gotten so bad she’d begun to see herself as being one of them. She thought they had accepted her, that she was one of them, but she was wrong. She was a pet, a project, an amusement. Specifically, she’d been Taehyung’s amusement, the silly little girl who hung off his every word, a summer fling that would quickly be forgotten. Once Ha Jin had gotten pregnant, there was no hiding her lies anymore. She was just seventeen, but she had a baby to think of. She was going to be a mother, and there would be no father to help.

Taehyung and his family wanted nothing to do with the pregnancy. It was a youthful indiscretion that wouldn’t ruin their son’s life. He was in college, the heir to a good family. They weren’t going to allow an illegitimate child to ruin that for him, let alone an illegitimate child from a youthful dalliance with a gold digger.

Ha Jin had been inconsolable. She was convinced that he was going to come for her that he was going to take her away and make her a great lady, claiming that he wouldn’t abandon his child. But everyone else knew that that would never be the case. The farther into her pregnancy she got, the more bitter Ha Jin became. It was a struggle for Y/N and her grandmother to get the younger girl to take care of herself. She didn’t want to see the doctor. She didn’t want to go to school. She didn’t want to take the vitamins she was supposed to take. She didn’t want to set up a nursery. She wanted the baby gone, blaming a child that hadn’t even been born yet for ruining her life.

It wasn’t even a week after Eun Jae was born that she took off. They hadn’t seen her since. She hadn’t even named the child. She remembered waking up in the middle of the night to Eun Jae’s screams. The poor little boy had been inconsolable. He was hungry, he was tired, and his diaper was uncomfortably full. She’d scooped up him up holding him close as she put together a bottle for him gently rocking him and cooing softly trying to settle the poor child. Ha Jin was nowhere to be found. She hadn’t left so much as a note behind.

From that point on, Eun Jae was her son. She and Halmeoni had named him after her grandfather, hoping the name would bring him the same happiness in life that her grandfather had had. They took him to all hid doctor’s appointments. He was a beautiful healthy baby, and the sweetest little one that there ever was, but they might have been biased.

Y/N was immensely relieved to arrive home, to get herself out of those heels and to see her baby. The house was quiet, indicating that Nina had successfully gotten the little one to bed. She was a good friend and a good aunt for Eun Jae, but she was notorious for being a push over when it came to him. But that hadn’t been the case on that night. She found them both curled up fast asleep on the bed. Eun Jae was tucked up under the blankets sprawled like a little starfish and clutching his favorite dinosaur. Bambam the dinosaur had been a gift right after he’d first been born. He never slept without it. Nina was curled up next to him on top of the blankets, equally as lost to sleep as the toddler.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Quietly she fished out some extra blankets. One she draped over Nina so she wouldn’t catch cold. The other she threw on the sofa. She’d make her bed there tonight so she wouldn’t disturb the pair that were already fast asleep. Talking to Nina about everything could wait. They all needed some sleep.

She woke up the next morning to Eun Jae bouncing on top of her screaming something about breakfast and cartoons. She groggily sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes and smiling tiredly at her son.

“Okay, buddy. Just give eomma a minute, okay?” She asked smiling at him. She glanced over at the bed to see Nina turned over with her head under a pillow. Clearly she hadn’t been as ready to let go of sleep for the sake of the toddler.

She got up moving to the little kitchenette to make breakfast, all the while the little guy was hanging off her leg eagerly chattering about all the things he wanted them to do that day. Mostly it consisted of cartoons. As much as she loved him, she did not have the energy to deal with children’s cartoons and their horribly annoying theme songs without a strong cup of tea.

“Okay, buddy. You go take a seat, and I’ll start on breakfast.” She smiled, an evil glint in her eye. “You can wake up Auntie Nina if you want.”

The little boy perked up at that. He sped over to the bed, climbing up on the platform before throwing himself on top of the groggy woman.

“Wake up, Nini!” He screamed jumping up and down on the other woman. “It’s time for bweakfast!”

Nina rolled over shooting a glare at Y/N who was very innocently putting together the meal for them all. “If you get up now, I’ll make you coffee.” Y/N threw the offer over her shoulder smiling as she saw Nina tackle the little boy attacking him with tickles as revenge for his waking her up.

“Come on, Nini.” Eun Jae whined tugging at his aunt as soon as she released him. “We gotta watch cawtoons!”

“I’m up. I’m up.” She groaned pulling herself out of bed to join Y/N in the kitchen only stopping to turn on some cartoons to keep Eun Jae busy while the two women talked.

“So how did it go last night?”

“It was…” She paused trying to think of the words. “It was, Agust d.”

Nina froze turning to look at her friend with wide eyes. “It was who now?”

“It was Agust d.”

“Shut up!” Nina’s eyes widened even further. “You’re joking! It wasn’t!” Nina was an avid fan of Agust d. He was her favorite musician. She lived and breathed Agust d. “Was it?”

“That’s his coat.” She nudged her head in the direction of the table where the coat from last night was draped over a chair.

Nina rushed over seizing the item inspecting it. “This is his coat!” She shrieked eyes wild. “I’ve seen him wearing this in pictures! Why do you have Agust d’s coat?”

“You didn’t let me bring mine, and he didn’t want me to catch cold, and for god’s sake use your inside voice. Do you want the neighbor’s to hear?” She scolded.

“But it’s August d! You have to tell me everything.” She rushed into the kitchen hanging off her friend’s arm as she whined. “Why do you have all the luck? I should have made a profile too. You’ll introduce me right?” She stared at her making her eyes wide and pleading, trying to mimic the look Eun Jae had whenever he wanted something. It didn’t work.

“You want me to introduce you to my sugar daddy?” Y/N asked confusion coloring her tone.

“It’s Agust d!” Nina looked at her as though she was stupid. Agust d was her world. How could she not want to meet him? “You have to introduce me!”

Y/N couldn’t help but stare at her incredulously. Was this the same girl who had been worried about her safety just a few days ago? Wasn’t this the same girl who had tried to make sure this was what she really wanted? Now everything was okay because her sugar daddy was someone famous. Well, she had to admire Nina’s loyalty, even if it was to the idol and not to her.

“Nina.” She sighed leaning against the counter tiredly. “I don’t think that’s up to me. I haven’t even signed the contracts yet.”

“Eomma!” Eun Jae’s voice called out before he came crashing into her legs looking up at her with big dark eyes. “Juice?”

“What do we say?”

“Juice pwease!”

“Okay, buddy.” She smiled gently ruffling his hair before she moved to fulfill his request.

She handed the cup over to the toddler and watched him as he went to go settle himself in front of his cartoons again happily sipping at his juice. She couldn’t help the fond, if not tired, look that took over her features as she watched him.

“When do you sign the contracts?” Nina asked impatiently, eager to know everything about her friend’s encounter with the famous rapper.

“He said that they should be ready by Monday.”

“This is so exciting!” Nina squealed practically vibrating with excitement. “You’re going to be on Agust d’s arm!” She paused a dawning realization making her mouth drop open in shock. “You’ll get to fuck Agust d!”

Immediately, Y/N slapped her friend’s arm glaring at her before throwing a worried glance over at the little boy. “Little ears.” She hissed grateful that Eun Jae wasn’t paying them any attention. “We do not swear in front of the baby.”

“Sorry, Y/N.” Nina at least had the decency to look sheepish. “But Monday is only the day after tomorrow. Aren’t you nervous?”

“Petrified.”

part 4

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blues-koos · 2 years

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one of my favorite pieces that i wrote

this was a piece i wrote for a secret santa exchange that i never received anything in return for and i also don't think my giftee read this story. it's my second favorite story that i've ever written, the first being my 15k jinkook fic. i'll post a snippet of the beginning and the link to the rest of the fic if u'd like to read! <3

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Jungkook sits on his halmeoni’s bed, fiddling with a contraption he’d fashioned of cloth scraps she gave him and sticks he’d brought from outside. The fabric is taut against the sticks as he continues to work. She smiles, watching her grandson’s fascination with his own projects. They often spend hours like this, a silence overtaking the space as they focus on their respective ventures. She sits at her loom, creating a beautiful sheer guksa material for a custom order in the town. Jungkook’s parents tend to their fabric storefront at the market. Unlike his halmeoni, his parents don’t understand nor appreciate his love for creation. When he was younger, he’d taken to sitting on her lap, learning the patterns of weaving on the loom; his parents hated it.

His halmeoni has a reserved fondness just for his creativity, admiring the way he twisted the world to fit what he’d thought of with his boundless imagination. It reminds her of her late husband whose nose Jungkook inherited. She teases him that all of his blooming thoughts and differences were stored in the rounded tip of it. He always laughs, tells her that his ideas are all simply his own with as proud of a face as a 10-year-old can make.

When the sun begins to peak through the curtains of the room, she beckons the boy to stand with her. They enter the kitchen, making tea and starting on the family’s dinner. She laughs when he stands on the tips of his feet, trying to look over the edge of the pot. She shoos him off to prepare the teacups for when his parents return. They move in a practiced harmony around the kitchen, flowing around each other. While they wait for his parents to arrive and the food to finish cooking, they sit at their table, legs crossed, and she retells stories of his halabeoji.

According to her, he was a guile and passionate man. She laughs, sometimes, retelling stories of how his fiery personality got him into the worst of troubles. It was how they fell in love, she says, that he’d fought with her brother at the market over something so incredibly petty and ended up having to apologize. It was how he showed up at her family home, bowing deeply to her brother and offering a replacement to what had been damaged. She found him handsome, he thought her pretty. Things just escalated onwards. They’d had 7 children, 6 healthy and one sickly.

He loved his family deeply—he simply loved deeply—when he loved, he poured his entire soul into it, until his adoration was soaking them all. He moved heaven and earth and mountains and oceans for his loved ones. When his youngest daughter was born weak and ill, he set off on an endless journey to bring her health and strength. He traveled to as many towns as his feet and horse could take him. Learning of every possible remedy, cure, and spell to give his daughter the world. He offered many things to witches and shamans alike, begging for a prayer or any sort of blessing for her. They became poorer and poorer. But Jungkook knows—loves—this part of the story. A shaman well-versed in all things related to hallakkungi (the god of life and death) told him of how to cure his daughter. It required commitment, a trip to the heavens, and a will stronger and more stubborn than any mountain. The Sun God had decreed, long before the horses were brought over from Jeju, that any human who could successfully reach his kingdom in the sky would be granted a wish. It was a mere legend, but at his wits’ end, Jungkook’s halabeoji chose to venture for it. He hoped to wish for his daughter’s life to be one of health and worriless, one with wealth to ensure they never became hungry. He was never successful, ridiculed time and time again for believing such a baseless legend. In the end, some combination of one of the many herbal concoctions brought their daughter strength. He never lived to see her, though, having died in an attempt to reach the sky.

Jungkook knows what happens next. The pot of rice boils over, and he removes the cover from it. His halmeoni sits, listless, staring out the window up at the clouds. When the rice is fully cooked and he moves it off the stove, she stands and moves to light incense at the shrine for the man they just talked about. She bows in front of it and Jungkook turns his head so as not to see her tears. During these times, he wonders what he would wish for if he were to reach the sky. If he were a man that could fly, what would he desire? He thinks and thinks. Wonders what sort of passion drives a man to try to grow wings. In his 10-year-old worldview, there is so much love and happiness, there is no reason to want to fly. Perhaps his halmeonI’s ease. Perhaps that would be enough to make him want to fly. His parents return home with their earnings for the day before he can continue his thoughts. He places bowls of rice on the table while they help his halmeoni to the table.

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#hopekook #koobi #hopekook fic #bts fic #bts fanfic #koobi fic #jung hoseok #jeon jungkook #tagging with their full names so it doesnt clog up my regular tags :3c #ao3 #bts ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 works #ao3 stuff #my fanfic #my writing

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starrynite7114 · 4 years

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everything is you: four

A/N: My lovelies! Happy weekend! So, I got carried away and wrote over 8000 words for this update. You all had me so inspired with just the feedback you’ve given this story. I am truly honored by all your comments, reactions, likes and everything. I hope you all will continue to support and like the story! This is just the beginning and it’s going to get better from here!

All of your reaction to Angel was absolutely amazing! Hope he wins you some of you back on this update!

I hope to post some other content by the end of the weekend! Whether its snapshots or a request, I will try my best to post something!

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Angel watched as Cruz walked in front of him, trying to not be annoyed with Alena. It was her so called friendly date last night and she didn’t answer her phone and she didn’t come home. Now, Angel wanted to be reasonable that she fell asleep or drank too much after her date, but his irrational side was winning. Did Alena sleep with him? Did he take advantage of his sweet innocent Alena?

Cruz stopped in front of the door, waiting for his father to open it. Angel unlocked the door letting Cruz run inside. He closed the door and he almost fucking lost it.

Victor was chuckling walking out of Alena’s bedroom, with her following after him, messy hair and giggling.

“The fuck is this?” Angel let out before he could stop himself.

“Mommy! You had a sleepover without me?” Cruz pouted, running to Alena’s arms. She picked him up, trying not to look at Angel. She knew how bad this looked, but they were binge watching Umbrella Academy and fell asleep.

Completely innocent.

Completely platonic.

But she knew Angel wouldn’t give a fuck.

This was so confusing for her. He was acting like a jealous husband, but he had stated multiple times he wasn’t interested.

“Hey, man, sorry about that. I know your routine but we fell asleep binge watching Umbrella Academy.” Victor explained but he could tell nothing was even registering. “I’m gonna go, I’ll talk to you later sweetheart.” He kisses her cheeks before fist bumping Cruz. He nodded his head at Angel, but his eyes were just on Alena.

When Victor was gone, Angel just shook his head. “Where’s your phone? Do you not know how to charge your phone?” He was trying to hide his annoyance but he couldn’t.

“I, it was on silent, sorry.” Alena rarely put her phone on silent, just in case Cruz has an emergency. But last night, she really wanted to enjoy her night out with Victor, a pure adult outing that she didn’t know she needed. Carla was right, she gave so much to Angel and Cruz, mommy needs a break too.

“How was your date?” Angel moved past her and into her bedroom. He had to check, make sure there was no fucking condoms.

Fuck, what if she let him go bare.

No fuck that.

“We didn’t do anything Angel. We really just watched Netflix.” Alena knew what Angel was doing and she wanted to smack him for even thinking she would sleep with Victor. Their situation was different, which was why she slept with Angel, but not anymore, she had to be strong. No more crossing boundaries. Kisses were acceptable, but sex, absolutely not.

“I know, I saw Umbrella Academy pop up on my tv.” Angel turned to her, hands on his hips. “This is ridiculous Alena, you can’t just silence your phone. What if there was an emergency?” He was being unreasonable, he knew, but this was bothering him. How could she even go on this dinner with Victor? She was basically entertaining the idea of giving him a chance.

“Why is daddy mad?” Cruz wrapped his arms around Alena’s neck, whispering it into her ear.

“Daddy isn’t mad, he’s just frustrated cause Mommy’s phone was off again.” Alena kissed Cruz’s cheek. “You’re not mad, right daddy?”

Angel wanted to scream. How can she call him daddy with Cruz right there? He knew her meaning right now was obviously different, but she was driving him crazy. He tried to initiate sex with her four times and each and every time, Alena rejected him. She’ll let him kiss her, but as soon as he even tried to take it to the next level? Fucking forget about it. Now, he was sexually frustrated and everything going on with the club, he could just take so much.

“No Cruzito, daddy isn’t mad.” Angel narrowed his eyes at Alena who had a knowing smirk on her face. “But aren’t you mad at mommy? She promised you that she would come home when we called her yesterday and she didn’t come home. She had a sleepover without you.”

It was now Alena’s turn to narrow her eyes at Angel. How dare he try to use Cruz against her.

“Cruzie, you’re mad at mama?” Alena pouted and Angel groaned inwardly knowing Cruz’s answer.

“I can never be mad at you mama.” Cruz kissed Alena, hugging her, his cheek against hers.

Alena smirked at Angel who rolled his eyes.

“Cruzito, you’re gonna throw papi under the bus like that?”

“Mommy’s my favorite.” Cruz continued to hold Alena.

“Cruz, what about all the times you and I spend together? When mommy comes, daddy is thrown away?” Angel crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. “Ooh, you two just wait, when we have a little girl cielo, me and her are going to have tea parties and you’re not invited.”

“A little girl? We’re having more kids?” Alena wasn’t aware of this plan. Cruz always asked them for a playmate, to ask the stork for a playmate, but Alena and Angel were always able to weasel their way out of it. At times, Alena was wondering when Angel was going to have another kid. And if he did have another kid, what happened then? Though, Angel always seemed devoted to her and Cruz, but they technically weren’t together regardless of the rings on their fingers. Angel had discussed having another kid with her and he would tell her unless she was the mom, he didn’t want another kid. If she was being honest, with the amount of time her and Angel had sex without a condom on, she was surprised she wasn’t pregnant. She took a plan B a few times and she was currently on birth control. The only time Angel ever used a condom with her was when they first had sex otherwise, he was always bare.

Which brought them back to Angel’s confusing words. He could be a thesis class in college. One day he was seemingly in love with her then the next day, it was like nothing happened. She was done with it and she was putting her foot down. The more distance she put between them, the better it would be at the end of them. It would be easier to break free.

That was a joke, but Alena had her hopes.

“Oh, don’t play now cielo, we’re definitely having more kids. Right Cruzito? You want a playmate?”

“Yes!” Cruz cheered. “Halmeoni (grandma) is waiting for us.”

“Oh, right, let me get ready.” Alena handed Cruz to Angel.

Before she could step away, Angel pulled her back and he kissed her, making Cruz giggle. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she bit her lip, running to her bathroom and locking the door behind her.

Angel Reyes was going to be the death of her.

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Angel parked his truck in front of Michelle’s home, making note of Bryan’s car. Alena hated the drive to her mother’s. Angel gave her the fucking silent treatment after Victor came back to the apartment to drop off her phone. Her skirt didn’t have any pockets and they ended up walking around the beach after their dinner. He held her phone for her and she just forgot about it. She honestly lost herself in her conversation with Victor and that answer didn’t go well with Angel.

“You’re really not going to talk to me?” She questioned as she unbuckled herself.

“Alena, let’s just get through dinner and we’ll talk later.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so angry, I didn’t do anything wrong. We had a friendly dinner, fell asleep while watching Umbrella Academy. You act like I committed some crime.”

“I told you not to go right? What would people think when they see a married woman out with a man alone?”

“This is the 21st century and it's normal.” She paused, a small smile appearing on her lips. “Are you jealous Angel Ignacio Reyes?” Angel was usually not unreasonable. He was a good guy with a big heart and tough guy exterior. But when it came to her, Alena, and his family, he was a sweetheart. This Angel was new, she’s never seen it before. Well, she has, whenever a guy was too close to her, but nowadays, that was rare.

These confusing feelings were getting a bit ridiculous.

“Yes, yes I am jealous.” Angel huffed and puffed. “You happy to hear that? I’m fucking jealous Alena so quit fucking around and stop seeing him.”

“Why are you jealous? You said you don’t have feelings for me.”

Angel looked at Alena. He doesn’t, but she was the mother of his child. He just didn’t trust Victor, he didn’t feel comfortable. He fucking hated it that Alena’s attention was being taken by him. So many things were aggravating him, he didn’t even fucking know anymore. Did he have feelings for Alena? He was attracted to Alena, that much he knew, but something deeper than that.

Fuck.

No, he wasn’t going to let his jealousy and Victor’s obnoxious presence dictate his feelings.

He didn’t even fucking know anymore.

“Cielo, I haven’t been with another woman besides you for the last five years. I want you to sit on that.” Angel tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I think it’s cute you keep saying no to me, but you have needs too baby, and I’m sure your fingers could never satisfy you like how my fingers can.”

Alena hated the effect Angel had on her. She wasn’t sure if it was that bad boy aura he had, the swag or whatever the fuck charm he had, but it was so hard with him at times.

Alena pulled away, exiting the car. She opened the back door and unbuckled Cruz who was asleep. Thankfully their son was a heavy sleeper, he did not need to hear all of Angel’s words.

She took him and almost gasped when she saw Angel right next to her. He closed the door and shot her a smirk as he took out a cigarette stick. She made her way up her mother’s driveway, the front door opening before she could even knock.

Her mother opened her mouth to greet her, but she saw the sleeping Cruz and quickly shut her mouth.

“Umma(mother), how are you?” Alena greeted her mother, kissing her on the cheek.

“I should beat you for avoiding me for four months, but I want to hear about this man you're dating so I will excuse you.” She teased, hugging her daughter. “I’ll take him.” Michelle took Cruz, placing him on the couch, a pillow next to him so he didn’t roll over and off the couch.

“You owe me.” She heard her older brother, Bryan beside her.

She looked at him and narrowed her eyes. “Compared to the amount of times I’ve covered for you?”

“I’m kidding.” He pulled her into a hug, kissing the side of her head. “Where’s your shadow?”

“Right here.” Angel announced his presence, before giving Bryan a hug. “How are you?”

“Waiting for you two to have another damn kid so my mother can get off my back.” Bryan replies making both Angel and Alena laugh.

“We gave her Cruz, your turn.” Alena walked over to Mina, her brother’s girlfriend of nine years, giving her a hug. “You still haven’t gotten rid of him?”

“I’ve been trying, he always comes back.” Mina laughed. “How have you avoided your umma for that long?”

“I live in San Diego, it makes it much easier.” Alena giggled.

“My favorite son-in-law!” Michelle has such a soft spot for Angel. She remembered him when he was that punk ass fourteen year old who followed around her daughter. And look where they all were now. Still just friends with rings on their fingers. She never tried to understand their situation, it worked, that’s what mattered. And Cruz was so cute. Though she wasn’t on board at first, Alena was giving up her twenties for Angel and a woman’s son who had harmed Alena before. But she couldn’t tell her daughter anything when it came to Angel.

He’s always been her weakness, which has been her downfall.

Now, she’s almost thirty and doesn’t have a potential husband after this whole thing falls apart.

“Hey mom,” Angel greeted Michelle, chuckling at her enthusiasm. He hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek. “You always keep getting younger whenever I see you.”

“It’s called living alone.”

They all laughed. Michelle ushered them to the dining table where she prepared braised ribs, Tteokbokki, fried pork belly, and assorted side dishes. Angel loved coming to Michelle’s home. She always made such amazing food.

Michelle sat at the head of the table with Angel on one side and Bryan on the other. Alena looked over at Cruz who was still asleep. This didn’t bode well for later since that meant he would be wide awake.

“So, you’re dating someone? They got passed my son-in-law?” She pinched Angel’s cheeks. “Or did you wake up and realized you’re in love with my daughter?” She turned to her son. “Is this not odd to you? They’re married but he sleeps around and she’s dating someone? You kids. Aish, giving me heart palpitations.” Pointing at Bryan. “Cruz needs a playmate, you’ve been with Mina for nine years, time to pop one out.”

“Umma, we literally just sat down, can we eat first then you can pester us about our lives?” Bryan whined. He loves his mother, he really did, but he didn’t need to be constantly reminded he needed to have kids. It’s not like they weren’t trying.

“Yah, are you talking back to your Umma?”

Bryan looked at his sister. “Can you just tell her who you’re dating?” He wanted the spotlight off of him.

Alena laughed. She opened her mouth, but Angel beat her to it.

“She’s dating me.”

Everyone at the table gave Angel an incredulous look, in disbelief by his statement. Bryan knew Angel had a soft spot for his sister and one could pretend to be married for so long and not feel something. He never tried to understand their relationship and he still wasn’t.

“You’re what?” Michelle looked at Angel and Alena, unsure of what to make of the situation.

“We didn’t want to say anything until it was serious, but we’re dating.” Alena wanted to slap Angel. How can he tell her mother that? Does he not know her mother? She stepped on his foot, he turned to her and smirked, not even flinching that she stepped on his foot. He gave her a kiss as some type of resounding proof.

“This is amazing! I always knew you two would end up together.” Mina broke the silence between all of them.

“Not say anything until it was serious? You two are married, how much more serious do you two have to get?” Michelle rolled her eyes. “No matter, this is good! I’m glad you finally got your head out of your ass Ignacio.” She picked up the braised ribs, putting some on Angel’s plate. “Now, we gotta strengthen you up, mom wants at least three more grandkids.”

“Umma!” Alena was honestly too flabbergasted to answer her mother. Angel was going to hear it from her. He shouldn’t give her mother false hope like that.

“So no more matchmaking?” Angel was a devious little shit, but he didn’t give a fuck.

“That’s what pushed you? Should have done it long ago.” Michelle kept placing food on Angel’s plate, making Bryan pout.

“Umma what about me?”

“Ssh, he can get me grandkids, you? That’s a debate. Mina, leave him.”

“Umma!”

Dinner went on without a hitch. Cruz ended up waking up and sat in between Alena and Angel. He eventually moved to see on his grandmother’s lap, loving the spoiling he was getting from her.

“I’m glad you finally took a chance Angel.” Michelle and Angel were smoking outside on her porch while Alena and Mina cleaned up the kitchen for Michelle.

“Yeah? Sorry for taking so long, you know us men, take a while to realize we have a good thing.” Angel let out a puff. He enjoyed his time with Michelle. Not once did she make him feel like he wasn’t one of them. He was always included.

“You always knew of your feelings for Alena, but you just didn’t think you deserve her.” Michelle has watched this dance between them. Angel only had serious girlfriends when Alena had a serious boyfriend. But Angel didn’t pull away from Alena, he always made his presence known and strong. He made sure that Alena’s boyfriend knew he was number one and there was nothing he could do to change that. Michelle had to admit, Angel’s lack of movement made her angry, but he also knew how Angel was. At least she knew that her daughter would always be protected but what worried her was, who protected Alena from Angel.

She knew Angel would never physically harm Alena, but emotionally? It was a different thing. Angel didn’t mean it, it was his defense mechanism. Which was why this whole situation worked out well for them. He had something to fall on because they’re married and he knew Alena would remain faithful while he got his head out of his ass.

So she was glad he finally did.

Angel let Michelle’s words sink in. Always had feelings for Alena? Again, he always found her attractive and he was drawn to her, but it was mostly attraction.

“Naw, I just realized it recently.” Angel reasoned, blowing out smoke from his lips.

“Angel, why’d you date Valeria?”

“She was hot.” He smirked, earning a smack up the head from Michelle. “Okay, fuck. I don’t know, she was there and Alena was occupied by Dante. I couldn’t be single while Alena had someone.” The sadness that overtook him every time he watched Alena with another man was unbearable.

“What kind of reasoning is that? You should want to be with someone because you like them.”

“I did like Valeria, sort of.” Angel didn’t remember much of his relationship with Valeria. He saw her a few times a week. He knew she was married prior to their relationship because she still had their wedding picture on her nightstand. From what he understood, Victor and Valeria were already in the process of divorce but she was making it difficult for him. She was a warm body and entertained him enough when he would become irate with Alena for putting Dante before him.

Angel closed his eyes then, the realization hitting him.

“I dated Valeria because Alena was with Dante.” Angel’s foot began to move up and down then, throwing his cigarette butt and slipping another stick in between his lips. “I was going to ask out Alena and she brought Dante to the clubhouse.”

He decided that night to bury his feelings for Alena.

It would never be their time he reasoned.

They weren’t meant to be.

So he turned to Valeria. Alena’s friend who hung onto his every fucking word.

“Angel, you are worthy of Alena. You’re the only person that makes my daughter as happy as she is. I’m glad you’ve realized that you’re in love with her too. And I’m glad she realized it too. You two have always drifted to one another and depended on one another.” Michelle threw her cigarette butt. “You’ve always been Alena’s hero, protecting her from the monsters of the real world, just fitting for you two to end up together. You deserve love too Angel, even though you like to sabotage your own relationships, I don’t think you’d survive without my daughter. Good job getting your head out of your ass.” She patted his shoulder. “Remember, grandkid, as soon as possible.”

She left Angel to ponder in his own thoughts.

Fuck.

Angel couldn’t do this. He shouldn’t have told Michelle that.

What does Michelle know anyway? Why would she even say that to him?

“Fuck. I gotta get laid or something.”

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Angel parked his motorcycle under the shaded area, taking off his helmet and hanging it on the bar. He walked over to EZ, Gilly and Coco who were sitting down at the picnic table. Michelle’s words weighed heavy on him. The feelings he had for Alena were always so complicated. Angel had a savior complex, he had to admit that and he always ran whenever Alena called for him. He was this girl who needed his protection, someone he took care of, and they became adults. Alena turned into this beautiful young woman who was too kind for her own good. Someone who didn’t ask questions. She was always there for him and he knew he could count on her. She looked at him like he held the fucking world for her and at first, he thought that’s why he was attracted to her. For once, someone didn’t even look twice at EZ and just stayed on him.

But as the years passed, he quickly realized that wasn’t it.

Sure, he liked being number one to her, but he fell for Alena because of Alena. He wanted to be the one she ran to always when she had troubles. He wanted to be the one she told all her deepest and darkest secrets to. He wanted to hold her at night and make sure she was safe. He wanted to see her pregnant with his child. He wanted so many things with her. They may have done things unconventionally, but he wanted something with her.

To be with her forever.

Fuck.

He couldn’t be selfish with Alena, not like this. She wouldn’t be safe with him. She would prosper with him.

But did he really care? He couldn’t push Alena away even if he wanted to do so.

Cruz loves her so much.

And fuck.

He loves her too, so fucking much that it was fucking suffocating at times. It was easier to be cold towards her because then he didn’t have to acknowledge the ache in his heart whenever she was away from him. He didn’t have to acknowledge the loneliness that seeped in when she wasn’t in his arms.

This was fucking ridiculous.

EZ and Coco looked at one another, trying their best to hide the laughter that wanted to come out. They’ve been called Angel for the past five minutes and he was just standing on his own, smoking.

Fuck it.

Angel deserved some annoyance in his life.

“Angel, you in deep thoughts hermano, guess Alena’s date went well.” Coco teased.

“Did he get it in?” EZ couldn’t help it. If Angel couldn’t realized his feelings, they could push it out of him.

The two men laughed as Angel rolled his eyes at them.

"Haha, glad you're both having fun. But jokes on you cause I'm fucking happy for her." Angel grinned. "Fucking delighted."

"Oh, absolutely, we can tell." EZ couldn't resist teasing his brother. "So are you gonna be this tense during their wedding or are you gonna blow up before that happens?"

Coco snickered. "Blow up? That would mean he actually recognized he had feelings for Lenny. But he doesn't, right hermano?"

“Fuck you.” Angel lit up another cigarette, sitting down at the picnic table. “He’s not even her type.”

“What is Alena’s type? You?” Gilly joined in the ribbing on Angel.

“I don’t fucking need this shit right now.” Angel stood up and was just gonna go for a ride out at the desert, just to clear his thoughts. He always buried his feelings for Alena, but as of late, with her reminding him it’s been five years and their agreement was technically to divorce, he couldn’t do it. How could he let Alena go now?

“Hey, settle down there hot head.” Coco blocked his way, gesturing for him to sit down. “So what happened?” Coco was over last night when Angel was having a mini meltdown when Alena wouldn’t answer her phone. He ended up staying over the night to make sure Angel didn’t ride over to her apartment.

He was looking out for Alena. If Angel wasn’t going to get his head out of his ass then Alena should put herself out there. He was loyal to Angel, but after all the kindness Alena has shown him, the club, how could he not look out for her?

“Nothing, her mother and I talked earlier.” The rest of the night was fine. Angel dropped off Alena and Cruz at home and went to the clubhouse. He was gonna go to Vicky’s but decided against it.

“Did you bring leftovers?” EZ perked up. He loved Michelle’s cooking.

“Yeah, it’s at home and no, you’re not going to the house. Alena and Cruz are most likely asleep.”

“Why aren’t you with your family?” Coco knew Angel spent the weekends with them since Alena was home on the weekends. He was surprised the Angel decided to come to the clubhouse.

“Can’t hang out with you guys?” Angel leaned back, resting his arms on the table.

“You can, but this time is sacred for Alena, we all fucking know that.” Gilly chuckled. “You two fighting?”

“No, not exactly.” Angel muttered. “I just realized something is all.” He was hesitant to tell his brothers, but he could trust them, he trusted them with his life. “I’m in love with Alena.”

“What?!” They all exaggeratedly replied.

“No fucking way.” Coco shook his head, feigning his absolute shock. “Can you believe this Boy Scout?”

“Yeah, fucking shocking.” EZ chuckled.

“So what brought this epiphany? Victor?” Gilly wondered.

“No, Michelle.”

“That’s right! Pay up!” Coco clapped his hands at Gilly and EZ.

“What the fuck?” Angel looked at the three. Gilly and EZ grumbled handing Coco twenty dollars each.

“I told Boy Scout and Gilly that Michelle was going to get to you.” Coco pocketed his money. “Alright, so what happened? Did she smack you with that stick she has?”

“No,” Angel shook his head. “What the fuck did you two bet?”

“I thought Victor would push you over the edge.” EZ answered.

Angel turned to Gilly.

“I just said you’d get your head out of your ass, which I should have known better, but I always thought Alena was a good influence on you.” Gilly shrugged.

“Fuck you guys.”

The three men chuckled.

“We’re not trying to be assholes, but we always knew you were into her. Just about fucking time for you to realize.” Coco shrugged. “Told you hermano, prime real estate. You can keep men at bay here, but in San Diego, who knows what she does there.”

“Alena literally goes to work and back home.”

“Doesn’t Victor live at her building?” EZ knew he was poking the bear, but he could take on Angel.

Angel just tuned them out, just shaking his head. The fact that everyone seemed to know everything he was trying to hide, it was ridiculous. Though he was awful at hiding his emotions, but just finding out he was in love with you, letting feelings he buried so long ago resurface, it was painful.

Not in a bad way.

He loves Alena, he knew that much.

But the fact he let all of this time just pass, it was ridiculous.

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Alena yawned, the light hitting her eyes from the cracks in between the blinds. Looking behind her, Angel was nowhere to be found so she was almost certain that the club had a late night, which was fine. After these last few days and how hot and cold Angel had been, she didn’t mind not having him around.

A day with just her and Cruz was what she needed.

She checked her phone and she had a text message from Angel.

Angel

Hey, I had to do a run. I’ll be back tonight.

She quickly replied.

Be safe.

Short and simple.

She opened another message, this time from Victor.

Hey sweetheart, up for another marathon?

I’m in Santo Padre, sorry. :(

I’m ten minutes away from your house.

Alena sat up then, looking at the clock. It was noon, which wasn’t awful since it was a Sunday. But at the same time, she debated if she should text Angel and let him know about Victor’s visit.

She paused.

“I own this house, I don’t have to ask permission. I don’t know who he brings home here while I’m not here.” Alena stood up and checked on Cruz who was wide awake, playing with his toys in his room.

Cruz and Alena always thought of how blessed they were since Cruz didn’t do anything mischievous when they weren’t around. He could stay in his room, play with his toys until he needed his parents.

“Baby, how long have you been awake?” Alena questioned.

“Um, eleven?” Alena tried her best to teach Cruz things. She taught him his ABC’s, how to count and how to read. Cruz was an easy learner so it was a fun thing to do between them.

“Why didn’t you wake up mommy?” Alena sat beside him.

“You were snoring.” Cruz giggled. “Daddy always says to let you sleep in cause you don’t sleep much.”

“Did you see Daddy?”

“Yes, he told me he has work.” Cruz walked over to Alena, sitting on her lap. “I’m hungry.”

“Uncle Victor is coming, when he gets here we can go and get something to eat?” Alena offered.

“Uncle Victor is coming?” Cruz stood up excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to show Uncle Victor my toys here.”

Alena smiled watching Cruz as he excitedly gathered his toys. She heard the doorbell ring and left Cruz to pick his toys. She opened the door and found Victor holding two bags of what she presumed was take-out.

“Hey,” he greeted her as he stepped inside her home.

“I can’t believe you drove all the way here.” Alena cleaned out the dining table which had some folders from the research she was doing for Mr. Johnson. Victor chuckled watching her. He placed the takeout on the table.

“Uncle Victor!” Cruz ran into the dining room, greeting Victor enthusiastically. “You came to our house this time, is mommy going somewhere?”

“No little man, we’re all hanging out today, how does that sound?” Victor picked him up.

“Cool, I can't wait to show you my toys.”

“Victor you didn’t have to bring all of this.” Alena unpacked the bags and her stomach grumbled, she didn’t even realize how hungry she was.

They sat around the table, enjoying the lunch Victor brought. Once they were done, Alena, Cruz and Victor sat on the couch and watched Umbrella Academy. In hindsight, it may not have been a good show for a five year old, but Cruz was on his iPad the whole time.

As they were starting the last episode, there was a knock on the door. Victor offered to answer it and Alena heard Coco’s voice.

“Who the fuck are you?” Coco narrowed his eyes at the man who opened the door.

Alena looked over at Cruz who was sleeping. She stood up and walked over to the door.

“Hey Coco, this is my friend Victor.” Alena introduced them.

“My bad bro, just weird to have another man open my hermano’s door.” Coco made it a point to remind Victor who the man of the house was.

“None taken,” Victor waved him off. “I should get going Alena, I have dinner plans with my family.”

“Yeah, not a problem, thank you for coming.” She gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Victor chuckled and waved goodbye to Coco before walking out of the house. They both watched as Victor got in his car and pulled out of the driveway. Once he was out of sight, Coco turned to Alena and shook his head.

“No wonder Angel is rattled.” He laughed. “I just need to grab something at the shed in the back, is that cool?”

“Sure, I thought you guys had a run?” Alena questioned as she closed the door.

“We did, Angel is still out with EZ. Asked me to grab something at the shed.” Coco had to get Angel’s stack of guns in case he and EZ needed it. “Does Angel know you had a visitor?”

“This is my house too Coco, I don’t have to ask permission.”

Coco nodded his head. “Damn right sister. Have you heard anything about my daughter?”

“Letty? No, I asked Victor for help, he knows a few trucking companies so he’s going to check with them. I’ll let you know if I hear anything.”

Coco gave her an appreciative smile before going to the back to grab Angel’s duffle bag. He gave Alena a hug before leaving. Alena locked the door behind Coco and started the last episode of Umbrella Academy. She had this feeling of dread at the bottom of her stomach, she couldn��t shake it. She hoped Angel was okay, with whatever he was doing.

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Angel walked into the house fuming.

He didn’t mean to be, but with everything that happened earlier, Coco informing him that Victor was at his home was just the fucking icing on the cake. How could Alena let this man into the home they share? She wanted to let him come to her apartment, that’s her, but not at their home, not their family home.

Angel found Cruz giggling in Alena’s arms as she tickled him. That scene made his anger slightly fade, but it was still there, brimming.

“Cruz, go to your room, daddy has to talk to mommy.” Angel didn’t leave any arguments to his request and Cruz looked up at Alena.

“It’s okay baby, go get ready for bed, mommy will come tuck you in.”

“Okay, hi daddy, I missed you today.” Cruz stopped in front of Angel, hugging his leg.

“I miss you too Cruzito.” He ruffled his hair, feeling a bit of weight off his shoulder. He actually thought he may not see his son anymore, that he wouldn’t see Alena and it changed things for him. He didn’t mind helping the rebels, but there had to be an end soon, he didn’t know how much more he could risk.

“You okay? Coco came earlier and he left in a hurry.” Alena stood up, making her way over to Angel.

He held his hand up, shaking his head. She froze, not walking any further.

“You really had that motherfucker in our house?” Angel’s anger came back and he really didn’t mean for it to come, but he couldn’t help it.

Alena sighed. “Angel, it’s my house too.” She was not in a mood for his poor attitude.

“I don’t give a fuck. Alena, this motherfucker doesn’t care if we’re married, he’s disrespecting me and you invite him to our home?” It frustrated him that Alena couldn’t see why he was angry. She wouldn’t want him bringing a woman over here. “You wouldn’t want me to bring some woman here, I’m sure that would piss you off.”

“Angel, I don’t care if you sleep with someone, you’re more than welcome to do so.” Alena turned away from him, walking down the hall to her room so she could change and sleep with Cruz. She didn’t want to be anywhere near Angel.

She went inside the closet and changed, finding Angel standing at his side of the bed waiting for her.

“I’m not done talking to you.”

“Well, I’m done talking to you.”

“How can you not see why I’m upset here? You’re my fucking wife, act like it!” Angel didn’t mean that, but she had him so riled up.

“What the fuck have I been doing for the past 5 years? Fuck you Angel. I don’t get why you’re so upset when you sleep that everything that walks.” Alena felt herself getting worked up, her hands closed into a tight fist at her sides.

“Oh, I’m good Querida because I have you. I haven’t touched any other pussy besides yours.” Angel smugly informed her.

“What?” Alena took a step back by that revelation.

“I don’t sleep with anyone. I told you last night, before going inside your mother’s house, you’re the only woman I’ve touched in the last five years.”

“I think you should expand your horizons then.”

“Why would I? I have you.”

“You cheated on Valeria all the time!”

“Yes, well, you’re my fucking wife. And I actually care about you. Fuck Valeria, we both use one another as a means.”

“Are you two fighting?” Cruz was by the door, clutching his bunny, looking at Alena and Angel.

“No, we’re not baby. Mommy and daddy are just talking.”

“Can I sleep on your bed?” Cruz asked.

“No Cruz, be a big boy and sleep on your own bed.” Angel didn’t want Cruz in the bed tonight. He was done and he wanted to hash it out with Alena. With Cruz being there, they wouldn’t be able to talk.

“But I wanna sleep with you and mommy.” He pouted. “And I wanted to show you my drawing, that I made for you with the crayons mommy got.”

“Cruz, stop it. It’s bedtime!” He didn’t mean to raise his voice, but he had a hard day and too much was going on.

Alena frowned, seeing how Cruz’s face scrunched up. She picked him up and he immediately hung onto her.

“Yeah, good job, teach him it’s okay to throw a fit when he doesn’t get what he wants.” Angel rolled his eyes, taking off his kutte and placing it on the armchair he and Alena had in their room.

“Stop it, you’re being a real jerk right now. Cruz has been waiting for you all night to show you his drawing.” Alena snapped. She had enough of this poor attitude from Angel. If he wanted to be a dick towards her, that’s fine, but he was not going to take it out on their son. “We’ll be at pops.”

Alena grabbed her purse and walked out the door, slamming it behind her.

“Fuck.” Angel yelled out before following her.

Alena just finished buckling Cruz and getting in the driver’s side when Angel prevented her from closing the door.

“Alena, please, I’m sorry. Don’t leave.” Angel pleaded, holding the door.

“Let go of the door Angel.” She tried to pull the door, but he wasn’t budging.

“Come on, I just,” Angel sighed. “There’s just so much going on with the rebels, the club, I may have bit off more than I can chew.”

“I don’t care. When you walk through that door, it’s about us, our family. You can’t let out your frustrations out on us. We’re here for you, but you will not yell at Cruz for being excited to show you something he did specifically for you. And if he wants to sleep on our fucking bed then he is allowed to do so.” Alena was starting to breathe hard, obviously becoming worked up. Angel frowned, watching as she gripped the steering wheel to try and help her breathing.

“Baby, hey, breathe.” He knew Alena has been feeling under the weather lately. The change of season was always hard on her and her asthma would act up. Top that off with emotional stress and congestion, well, that’s a trigger.

Alena clutched her chest, rubbing it hoping it would help. She grabbed her purse as her chest was tightening, she was slightly shaking, unable to open it. Angel took her purse from her and took out her inhaler, handing it to her.

“Mommy!” Cruz began to cry, seeing the obvious distress on Alena’s body.

“It’s okay Cruz, daddy has mommy.” Angel turned her towards him, cupping her face with one hand and placing a hand on her inhaler. “One more baby, just calm down.”

Alena took one more puff, the tightness slowly going away. She had tears streaming down her eyes, closing her eyes to try and calm her breathing. Cruz unbuckled himself, crawling through the middle console. He maneuvered so he can sit on Alena’s lap, hugging his mother.

“Mommy,” Cruz cried out.

“Sssh,” Alena managed to say, her chest expanding better. She laid her cheek on top of Cruz’s head. She felt like her heart was hammering, struggling to open and close to let the blood flow. She started crying too and Angel felt his heartbreak.

Seeing the two of them cry, especially when it could have been prevented, was far too much for him.

“Baby,” Angel opened his mouth but Cruz turned towards him shaking his head.

“Bad daddy!” He narrowed his eyes at his father. “You made mommy cry and she got her attacks.” Cruz called his and Alena’s asthmatic episodes as attacks. He turned back to Alena, rubbing her chest to try and help his mommy.

Angel was dumbfounded as Cruz had never scolded him before, but he always knew that Cruz was team Alena. She was his mother and damn anyone who thought otherwise.

“Mi cielo, lo siento.” Angel’s voice was low, but Alena still looked up at him. She held her hand out, making Angel sigh in relief. She intertwined their fingers, pulling him closer. Alena wasn’t hyperventilating any longer, her heart no longer felt like it was hammering.

“Baby, daddy didn’t mean it okay? Mommy isn’t upset with daddy, can you forgive daddy and give him a hug?” Alena told Cruz once she was able to breathe better.

Cruz turned to face Angel. “You can’t hurt mommy, we’re supposed to protect her and make her happy, right daddy?”

Angel’s tears streamed down then, nodding his head. He enveloped Cruz in his arm, one hand still holding Alena’s. He pulled her towards him, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Cruzito, daddy is sorry. You’re right, we’re supposed to keep mommy happy.” Angel kissed his forehead. “Come on, let’s go back inside.”

The trio went back inside, Alena immediately going to her and Angel’s room with Angel and Cruz following behind her. She was already in her pajamas and slid in at her side of the bed. Her chest still felt slightly heavy, and all she wanted to do was lay in bed and relax.

“Don’t, you’re gonna trigger it again.” Angel placed Cruz on the bed before he helped Alena sit up. He got her nebulizer, handing her the mask. Her asthma has been awful recently due to the winds, but he was certain the fight they had didn’t help either.

Angel turned it on, Alena putting the mask on her face so that she could start the treatment. Cruz sat beside her, watching her. Angel quickly changed out of his clothes and slid at his side of the bed. Cruz turned to look at him, still upset at his father. He snuggled closer to Alena, wrapping his small arm around her middle.

He didn’t want to try and force his son to talk to him. Cruz was just like him and was very overprotective about mommy. Angel was the same way with his mother. But he felt fucking terrible, the last thing he wanted to do was upset his girl and Cruz. Him and Alena have been at this in between ever since he realized his feelings for her. He hasn’t exactly told her, but he figured Alena would figure it out. She was a smart girl and Angel has only been attached to her.

When Cruz was only a year old, he did try to sleep with other women since in all technicality, he was fucking single. But the one time he did sleep with a girl from Vicky’s he said Alena’s name. After that, he somehow convinced Alena to sleep with him every now and then, which kept his desires at bay. He was a bastard, but he couldn’t help it. The first time he ever slept with Alena, she was twenty years old and shit just happened. He felt like an asshole for taking her virginity, but fuck did he feel like a fucking champion too.

You know when people say that whoever your first time was you would always be obsessed with them due to that shared intimacy?

Well it was the fucking opposite.

Angel became fucking obsessed with Alena. Seeing her in the midst of ecstasy. The way she would bite her lips to try to muffle her cries. The way she would reach out to him, just wanting to touch him. The way she would gasp for air, the little noises she would make when he was hitting her deep, fuck he was addicted.

It wasn’t even just sex.

He found himself looking for Alena always. She calmed him down like no one else. If she was in the vicinity, he felt a certain sense of calm just envelop him.

He was going to do better for his family. Alena was right, whatever happened in his day shouldn’t be taken out on them.

They were his lifeline.

Looking over at Alena, he saw how her eyes were closing, Cruz still watching her.

“Cruzito, daddy is sorry for shouting at you.” Angel was never good with apologies, but for his son and Alena, that was nothing.

“It’s okay daddy.” Cruz turned to Angel. “You’re just tired.”

“But that doesn’t make it okay to yell at you.” Angel frowned. The last thing he wanted was for his son to think it was okay to be yelled at. “Daddy loves you Cruz and don’t ever forget that.”

Cruz nodded his head. “I love you too daddy.” He crawled over to Angel, giving him a hug. Angel felt so relieved to gain his son’s forgiveness. Cruz pulled away and went back to Alena, checking on her. She turned to him and smiled. “Mommy, are you feeling better?”

Alena nodded her head and looked over at Angel. He was watching her, waiting for her treatment to finish. She reached out her hand to him which he gladly took, kissing the back of her hand. Angel couldn’t even describe their family dynamics, but he would never trade it for the world.

Once the treatment was done, Angel put away her nebulizer. He came back to the room and Cruz was snuggled to Alena’s side. He finally fell asleep. Angel went back to his side after he turned the lights off, the television was on to provide some illumination since Alena needed background noise to sleep. His eyes was still on her, her back was still against the headboard, a few pillows behind her.

“Stop watching me, I’m fine.” She told him, her eyes closed. She felt Angel’s eyes on her and as much as it was endearing it also made her nervous. Angel always had such an intense stare and the butterflies in her stomach wouldn’t let up due to his stare.

“Nope, you know I can never take my eyes off you.”

Alena laughed, opening her eyes and looking right at Angel. “You shouldn’t have to worry about me. I’m fine.”

“Easier said than done querida, I always worry about you.” Angel was sitting just like Alena. He didn’t plan on sleeping. He wanted to make sure she was good the whole night.

“Is everything okay? With the rebels and all that?” Alena’s voice was an octave lower as if someone was in their home listening in.

Angel held no secrets from Alena. He couldn’t. Not her. He could never keep one from her.

“Just starting to hit close to home. They kidnapped Emily’s kid.” Angel felt awful cause he couldn’t imagine what he would do if someone kidnapped Cruz.

“Angel,” Alena frowned.

“I didn’t know, okay? It’s not like I wanted this to happen.” Angel watched those two people burn a few days ago and then with the heroin Adelita took from Galindo burning in his mind, there was so much going on. He wanted to get the MC away from Galindo, to not do their bitch work, and to provide longevity to the MC. But sometimes he thought he was way over his head.

“I’m scared.”

“What?” Angel looked over at Alena confused by he words.

“What if something happens to you? What about Cruz?” She wanted to add herself, but she didn’t matter, at least not in that way.

“He has you.”

“Don’t say that.” Alena felt the tears well up at her eyes. “Cruz needs you Angel. I know the mission and what you want for the club, but your son needs you too. Just be careful.”

“You don’t need me?” He was a selfish bastard and he wanted to hear Alena say that she needed him, that she needed him alive for her too.

“I don’t matter, Cruz is who matters.” Alena rubbed circles on her chest, helping ease out the tension as she took deep breaths.

“You matter to me. I stay alive for both of you.” Angel hated it when Alena put herself down. She meant the world to him. Without her he would be nothing. Without her he wouldn’t have Cruz. And without her he wouldn’t know what love was, true unconditional love. A love so consuming that it overtook your mind. A love so powerful that it could be in the shadows and still make one act on impulse. He figured he’s always loved Alena but the realization as it hit him.

As he sat there watching Alena hold Cruz, her eyes closed as she hummed a lullaby that his mother used to hum to him and Ezekiel, he was far gone. The way Cruz always hung onto her whenever he was upset because mommy always gave the best hugs. The way she accepted every aspect of his life. The way she took care of not only him but his family including the MC and Vicky’s girls, hell even Chucky.

He was so in love with her, it wasn’t even funny.

At this moment he didn’t give a fuck about Victor. About the rebels. About the cartel. About the club.

All he cared about was his family, his little slice of heaven. He only ever wanted a family with Alena, no one else. Cruz wasn’t a mistake, he would never think of his son as such. He was just glad that he was raising Cruz with Alena.

Being with Alena made the pain of being the second thought after EZ go away. Being with Alena showed him that being selfless was not weak, but could be the strongest trait anyone could have.

He’ll be selfless when it came to Cruz and Alena, they came first. But he would always be selfish with Alena. He’s always had her and he intended on keeping it that way.

He was going to fight for her.

He’s wasted enough time.

#angel reyes #angelreyes #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes fic #angel reyes fanfic #mayans mc fic #mayans mc fanfic

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shimmerjjang · 3 years

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#Startup Seo Dal Mi Makeup & Outfit Look + My K-Drama Ramblings

우와~ 진짜 오랜만이다 여러분..

Gosh, as of writing, I just finished shedding a bucket of tears after watching the last episode of tvN’s Startup on Netflix. It was quite an emotional ride. It was fun, but I’m still left in a trance because I’m not sure how am I supposed to move on with Han Ji Pyeong’s character lol

Anyhooo, as a way for me to celebrate my love for this K-Drama, I thought of recreating Seo Dalmi’s (Bae Suzy) Date/Breakup Makeup & Outfit Look which she sported in Episode 12. Dalmi rarely dolls herself up in this drama, but when she did for her date with Nam Do San, she nailed it 100%! I uploaded a video of this on my IGTV which you can see here. But since I can’t really figure out how to properly embed it here on Tumblr, I also uploaded it on YouTube. Yeah I know, 10 years on Tumblr and I’m still this noob. Do San help me! kk~

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It’s best viewed on mobile because it’s vertical! haha! It sure is mega difficult to look even just a bit closer to Suzy, but at least the fringe kinda worked, right? haha!

There’s nothing much to explain with the makeup look, because it’s just super simple! I think the only special thing I can share here is the oil-pressing technique I did in which I applied 2 drops of oil on a damp sponge and pressed it over my base makeup (in this case, I only used concealer). This way, it’ll create a ‘glass-skin’ finish that’ll also help bounce off light to minimize appearance of deep acne scars like mine. ^^

Just in case you are curious, here’s the full list of the products I used:

Keep Cool Ocean Mist (available at Charis)

The Saem Cover Perfection Tip Concealer in 1.5 Natural Beige

Skinpotions Snow Potion Oil

Skinpotions Glowdust in Sizzle

Pixi Beauty x Chloe Morello Palette

Innisfree Blusher in #03 Ripe Fig

Laneige Wild at Heart Palette

Laneige Milky Way Burgundy Two Tone Shadow Bar

Laneige Two Tone Lip Bar in Dear Pink

Forencos Plum Burgundy Eyeliner

Clio Rouge Velvet Lipstick #3 Muse City

Etude House Be My Universe Palette

Heroine Makeup Mascara

Here are more snaps of my Dal Mi-inspired Date/Breakup Look ^^

I’m currently sifting through the internet just to find a similar jumper dress! I’m already waiting for it to arrive in my doorstep. I hope it fits!

For now, this denim jumper which I had for a while now is the closest I can get, plus my white ruffled cotton top as inner blouse. TMI, this denim jumper used to be a bit tight but I think I unintentionally lost a bit of weight in the past months. ahe~

Aigooooooo. I don’t want to spoil anyone who hasn’t seen tvN’s Startup yet. But I’m assuming only a few people will stumble upon this post so I guess I’m free to ramble aimlessly here lol

Startup just means so much because I can relate to it. Being someone who worked with several startup companies, I felt the difficulties that the characters faced. From the fun and excitement of brainstorming ideas in hopes of turning them into reality to the hardships of securing investors. Tbh, it’s pretty much the same thing I liked about one of my favorite K-Dramas of all time “Because This is My First Life” - the love story’s just a bonus!

Startup is perfect, but the second-male lead syndrome here is just so major! Ugh, the way they developed Han Ji Pyeong’s (played by Kim Seon Ho) character is amazing and it really shone all throughout the drama. They built his character up so well but had him stuck in this “lonely bubble” until the end. It’s depressing! Thank goodness for Halmeoni because she made sure our Jipyeong won’t get the saddest ending he surely doesn’t deserve!

I see the point though, most particularly in his last conversation/scene with Seo Dal Mi. He’s just too late. He had 15 years, and then another extra 3 years - but he just didn’t take all those chances. He’s just a huge ball of regret. Aigoo

Oh well, please don’t do this again to us, writer-nim haha

Well, still #TeamHanJiPyeong until the end. But I’m happy for Do San and Dal Mi ^^ The final scene kinda made up for it. At least we all get to see his super bright smile! He looked genuinely happy nemen hehe

Now let me continue binge-watching 2 Days & 1 Night (1박2일) to make up for this sadness haha! Wah, I used to watch 1박2일 all the time on KBS World but stopped at around 2014 or 2015. I’m glad I get to see it again thanks to Seonho-jjing! Kim Seon Ho is a regular member in S4! hihi~

That’s enough rambling! See you on Instagram (@shimmerjjang)! I update there all the time! ^^

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mrlove-loveme · 5 years

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MLQC KPOP AU!

Chapter 1.1: A New Beginning

[Kiro POV]

Today is the first day of the rest of my life, in a good way that is!

What started off as a "stupid obsession", as the kids at my school refer to it, has now become my career. Today is the day I move into my company's dorms and first day in preparation for my debut as a K-pop idol.

"Eomma!! I'm leaving!!" I shout as I run down the stairs with a single suitcase and duffle bag. My mom walks out of the kitchen and greets me at the bottom of the staircase. She has always supported my dream, especially since dad was never in the picture. Juggling 2, and sometimes even 3 jobs at a time, she did her best to get me the singing and violin lessons I wanted as I was growing up. You can say she's also one of the reasons I'm doing this. I wanna be famous and one day repay her for all the love and support she has given me.

"Oh, my son! I'm going to miss you so much!" she says as she takes my face with her calloused hands and pulls it towards her. She kisses my forehead, and I catch a glimpse of tears forming in her eyes. I panic immediately, it's rare to ever see my mom cry.

"Oh no eomma, don't cry!!" I frantically tell her as I pull her in for a hug. I rest my chin on her head, my mom has always been so small, but she has always says that what she lacks in height she makes up for in heart. Which I can't deny as she is one of the most loving people I know.

She pats my back and she muffles in my chest, "You better call me!!" as her pats turn into a full-on squeezing hug. She may be tiny, but she is wicked strong.

"Ouch ouch ouch!!" I exclaim exaggeratingly, "Eomma, you wanna break me on my first day?!" I tease her, and she jokingly smacks me in the arm, "Ack!! child abuse!" I shout as I rub my arm as if in pain.

My mom laughs, "You are no child! You are 19 years old now!" She then smirks and hugs me again, "but to me you always will be my baby". Hearing and seeing her react like this makes me kinda sad. She's gonna be all alone now, but regardless, this would have to happen at some point. And I know she wants me to live my dream. I start to squeeze her at the thought, and then lift her up briefly. "Aaaahhh!" she exclaims "Girak, I'm not young as I used to be, you're gonna break me!"

"Eomma, you're only 35!" I say rolling my eyes. My mom had gotten pregnant with me when she was still in high school. My dad chickened out when he found out and wanted my mom to abort me. But she didn't want to and her family was a lot more supportive than most other korean families. So she kept me and raised me with halmeoni and halabeoji until I was 5.

My phone in my pocket suddenly vibrates, its my new manager, MC. The message says she just arrived. "Okay eomma, I have to go. They're waiting for me." I say as I hug her one last time.

"Take care of yourself Girak! And behave," she says squeezing me with all her might, taking the breath out of me. "And call me!!" she reminds me as she lets go.

"Of course eomma" I reply, having one last good look at her. Her long black hair tied up to a bun as she usually has it when she is cleaning, her favorite orange apron sitting perfectly on her small frame, and her dark eyes desperately trying to hold back tears. "Eomma, Saranghaeyo," I say as I turn towards and open the door.

"Sarang, Girak," she says as I step through the door.

Outside is a white van. MC is waiting with the door open, and no one seems to be inside. Guess I'm the first one being picked up.

"Annyeonghaseyo," I tell MC as I walk closer. I have only met her one other time when MC was being assigned to our group, Evol, via the company. Standing next to her I realize she just as tiny as my mom. It's sort of adorable, just like how her bangs make her seem younger than me even though I know for sure she is my senior.

"Annyeong Girak, or should I say Kiro now," she replies in a chirper tone. Kiro is my new stage name, which I'm super excited for cause it makes it feel all the more official.

"Either or is fine by me, noona," she blushes at the fact that I called her noona, how adorable! I put my stuff in the trunk and jump in the van. MC closes the door behind me, honestly it feels a bit weird having a girl open and close the door for me. But I'm sure there's a lot of things I'm gonna need to get used to, like having 3 other housemates.

MC gets in the driver's seat, "We're gonna pick up Gavin now," she says as she texts, I'm assuming Gavin, to notify him that we are on the way. I met Gavin a few times during our training days. He's one hell of a dancer, and I'm glad we ended up in the same group.

MC buckled up and pull off down the street. Off to my new beginning!

[Footnotes- korean words to know: Eomma-mom, halmeoni-grandma, halabeoji-grandpa, Saranghaeyo(formal)/sarang(informal)- I love you; Annyeonghaseyo (formal)- hello)

#im posting this literally before going into work #so that i dont have to look at my phone for the next 8hrs 😅#sorry for all the wait and anticipation #but here it is part 1/5 of chapter 1 #kiro's backstory-ish #hope y'all like😅#now i will disappear from tumblr for 8hrs ✌#kiro #chapter 1.5 #mlqc kpop au #mlqc #mr love queen's choice #fanfiction #mlqc fanfiction #au #my fic #my post

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park-littlecrane · 2 years

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New Years Day - Jimin 🐥

He was driving his Porsche outside the building as he looked around and saw people walking home, having enjoyed the fireworks display earlier that night. He thought, he wants to have fun, too. Where could he possibly go?

“Park, it’s literally two in the morning.” You said with a sleepy voice as you answered his call and he replied with a loud laugh. “Since when did you become such a halmeoni? It’s still early!’ He said as he continued driving. You heard him rev the engine and it made you sit up from where you were laying down in bed.

“Jimin, please tell me you’re driving under the speed limit this time.” You said as you brushed your hair up and out of your face. You’ve always known him as a party animal and a daredevil so this was nothing new to him.

“Y/N, don’t worry, I’m good. We only had one glass of champagne after the event a while ago. This must be the most inebriated I’ve been in a while.” You heard his booming laugh over the sound of him driving through the highway. You assume he’s got the top down again.

“If you’re going to be out drinking, what are you calling me for? We have work later.” This was true. You’ve been Jimin’s friend for years since he’s become an idol and this was one of the strings that he pulled for you. A job where he worked. The only difference is he’s an idol and you’re a stylist. His stylist. It was a good-paying job. You knew better than to not take it.

“I swear, Chim, I’m not going to lose my job because of you. You’ve risked it many times too much.” You added, thinking about the times that you almost got in trouble because of Jimin. Whether it be you covering up for him when he’s late or covering up for him when he’s hiding out with a girl in whatever country you’re both in.

“What are best friends for, right? Get ready, I’m pulling up to your place in around 10 minutes.” He said before hanging up, leaving you with no choice but to succumb to his wishes.

You sighed as you got up from your bed and walked to your wardrobe to look for something to wear. “Yeah, what are best friends for.” You said as you rifled through your clothes.

Being best friends with Jimin had its pros and cons. Pros, you’re employed. You had a roof over your head. A very fancy roof at that. You lived in a two-story, apartment that you couldn’t possibly pay for if it wasn’t for this stylist job you have. Plus, you never had to worry about not having food on your table because Jimin wouldn’t allow it.

“I can’t have my best girl going hungry.” He said once as he laid a bag of all your favorite food from your favorite restaurant on your dinner table.

Cons, you saw what he was like under immense pressure. What he’s like when he’s so tired from rehearsals. How he is to himself when he makes mistake. How often he beats himself up when things don’t go as planned.

But worst of all, you saw the good in him. You saw all the things that you could easily make you forget all the flaws in him.

I’m already downstairs. Let’s go babe

The term of endearment nearly made you lose your mind. It’s not the first time that Jimin’s called you this. Even going as far as calling you his babe even in front of the others. It was harmless to them. To you, you’re not sure.

You got into the passenger seat and put the seatbelt on just in case Jimin tries anything, like going from 0 to 60 in 3 seconds. He’s done it before and heaven knows your soul almost left your body that one time.

“You look good by the way. ‘Can always trust my best girl to come through. I might just have to stay away from you if I want take a girl home tonight.” He said as he laid his hand and rubbed your thigh, pulling up the hem of your skirt in the process. You quickly smacked his hand away. “If that was your plan, you shouldn’t have made me come with you in the first place, Jimin.” You scoffed as you pulled your skirt as far down as possible.

You got to the bar and he ordered a couple of drinks for your table. In a few minutes, you can already see him making his way through the crowd, scouting for a possible one-night stand. You hated this. All the worst-case scenarios started running through your mind, starting with someone possibly following him and taking pictures of him. You can only protect him so much.

“Hey, doll.” You heard over the loud music and the next thing you felt was a hand running down your spine. You looked back to see a man, clearly intoxicated, looking you up and down. “What’s a beauty like you doing alone in a place like this?” He asked and you smelled liquor and cigarettes in his breath. Ugh, the audacity of some men. But this one in particular was probably feeling lucky tonight. Despite all of the rejections you gave him, he still won’t leave you alone.

You stood up and tried to leave the table to go the men’s room when said man grabbed you by the waist with two hands and turned you to look at him. “You’re alone. I’m alone. Why don’t you come with me back to my place and make this night less lonely?” He said as he pulled you too close to your liking and you used both hands on his chest to push him away.

“Sir, I am not intere-“

Your sentence was cutoff because of how the man disappeared from in front of you and the next thing you see was Jimin holding him by the collar and delivering a punch to the drunk man’s face.

“Chim!” You tried to pull him away from the man but Jimin looked furious. He was so mad that he shoved you away. He threw another jab to the man’s face and you knew. You knew you had to stop him before this escalates even further. It’s too risky.

“Jimin, let’s just go.” You whispered to him, not wanting anyone to hear you say his name, and used all of your strength to pull him away. You did your best to drag him to the parking lot to get into the car before the man had the chance to come after you two.

You were sitting in the passenger seat in agitation. You were feeling all of these emotions at the same time trying to process the trauma of being assaulted. Your attention immediately went to Jimin when he slid in the driver’s seat and slammed the door to the car. You wanted to talk but it’s like the words you wanted to say were trapped in your throat.

“Fuck!” Jimin shouted as he hit the steering wheel with both hands twice before turning the key in the ignition and driving off. You wanted him to calm down but, at the same time, you were afraid of pissing him off even more. You didn’t even know why he was so on edge.

He pushed a button to lower the top and before he sped up through the highway. You were thankful you had your seatbelt on. “Slow down, Chim.” You said, still clinging to your seatbelt. Without looking at you, he took one hand off the wheel and opened the compartment; pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He expertly lit one as he was driving.

“Since when did you start smoking?!” You shouted as you grabbed the pack of cigarettes and inspected it. You saw already 5 sticks were missing. “Answer me!”

“Stop screaming, Y/N! I’m trying to think!” He shouted right back at you as he took a drag from his lit cigarette. There was silence for the remainder of the drive and you watched him as he finish the cancer stick hanging from his mouth.

He stopped the car in an unfamiliar location and got out of the car. At first, you didn’t want to follow because you saw him thread his fingers through his hair, looking distraught. But then you thought, if you don’t talk to him now, he might just sweep this under the rug.

Besides, you hated seeing him like this. “What is up with you, Jimin?! What happened back there??” You asked, slamming the car door as you made your way to him. “You were at the dance floor grinding on some girl when I last saw you and next thing I know you’re picking a fight with a stranger. Are you out of your mind?!”

“What do you mean what is up with me? Did you not see how that man was touching you? I was so pissed I near wanted to cut that man’s throat back there. He doesn’t get to do that, not to you.” He was pacing back and forth now.

— — — — — —

2 Years Ago.. After the Paris incident..

“Jimin, you know you can’t be involved in another scandal, right?” Namjoon looked at him as he stopped scrolling on his Twitter home timeline. Jimin was in the middle of a back-and-forth text with one of the girls that he met during the concert. “Hyung, I can’t help it if I’m irresistable.” He responded as he flipped the screen of his phone to show Namjoon, pride in his eyes that he has another girl in his grasp. Their leader just shook his head in disapproval. “I’m just telling you, ‘Min. We can only do so much to cover up for you. Why don’t you look for a girl that you could actually see yourself settling down with? Instead of flirting around with all these random girls.” Namjoon wasn’t the type to “whore around” as what the other members would teasingly call what Jimin does. Namjoon stood up. “Y/N would be disappointed.” He said before he got to walk past Jimin.

Y/N would be disappointed. What did he mean by that?

— — — — — —

“I didn’t just see it. I felt it. You didn’t need to hurt someone like that. Specially in public! You almost gave me a heart attack!” You said as you put your clenched fist against your chest. You were thinking of all the possibilities that could get him in trouble.

“No!” He surprised you when he held you by your arms as he looked straight into your eyes. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Y/N. Just let me do what I want for once.” His outburst causing him to breathe heavily.

“Chim! You can always do what you want. No one’s stopping you.” You said as you tried to look away from him. This is dangerous territory, him staring into your eyes like this.

“Then let me do this.”

He said as he titled your chin up to force you to look at him before he planted his lips on yours. You stayed like that with him for a few seconds and when you broke the kiss, he looked as if he wanted more. But the lingering feeling of him just messing with you hung over your head.

“I-I think it’s time to go home.” You walked away, moving to get back to the car when he held you by the waist to stop you.

“Look at me. I’m tired of playing around, Y/N.” He pulled you back to him and cradled your face in his hands. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m tired of you playing around, Jimin.” You flicked his forehead and you both laughed.

“I’ve met a lot of girls, even bedding some of them-“ and he stopped when he saw your eyes widen. “And I’m not proud of it.” He added.

“Isn’t it about time we stopped pretending we don’t have feelings for each other? I don’t know about you but I’m tired, Y/N.” He said as he brushed your hair off your shoulder and laid his forehead against yours.

“Stay with me?” He closed his eyes, anticipating the worst answer from you.

“I don’t know, Jimin. This complicates everything.” You were right. You were colleagues. You weren’t meant to be ‘together’.

“Y/N, I’d move mountains if you’d let me be with you. I’m sure Dispatch wouldn’t catch on until years later.” He whispered in your ear as he traced shapes on your back while swaying your bodies back and forth.

You moved to make him look at you again. “Dispatch can suck it.”

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rnufharose · 5 years

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Love Yourself (Bangtan and EXO fanfiction/SehunxOC)

Chapter 3

I never expected Jin to be such a great cook. I could feel the love and caution he put into making tonight's dinner. He was like a mother hen and he made sure I ate well before retreating to my shared bedroom with Ji-woo.

"Here's our room," she opened the door, revealing a large room with two beds in between a window. There were cute bubble lamps hanging from the ceiling and a desk full of sewing equipment. The walls were an immaculate white and on each of them were posters of several boy and girl groups. "Your bed is right here." She patted the second bed, which already had teal and yellow comforters folded with matching pillow covers--a stark contrast from her pink and purple sheets.

"Gomaweo, Unnie," I spoke and placed my belongings beside the bed, commencing to unpack. "These bed sheets are beautiful."

"I made them," she replied. "I have my own clothing brand so from now on, I'll take care of your outfits for you."

"You're too kind," I opened the spare closet and began to hang my clothes. "The boys are very sweet. I feel at home already."

"Aren't they? They're dorks but they're absolute gems. I'm happy Hoseok asked me to move in or else my life would have been boring," She sighed heavily and fell back onto her bed before asking. "So you're not from Seoul?"

"No, I lived outside the city," I answered. "I was in poor health when I was a child so my parents sent me to live with my Halmeoni. She taught me to sing, dance, and play the piano. She used to be a singer when she was young, and I had so much fun with her growing up. She inspired me to become an idol."

"I see," Ji-woo sat up, eyes brimming with interest. "so that's why you came to Seoul and now you're with us. Honestly, I'm happy you were put with the boys. With an angel like you, they'll be forced to work much harder."

I chuckled softly and took a seat on the soft mattress, looking around the room once again, "I notice you have a lot of posters."

"These are my favorite groups at the moment besides Bangtan," she gestured. "Do you know any of them."

"Only a few and I heard maybe some songs," I shrugged before listing off. "Red Velvet, VAV, Monsta X, ASTRO, TWICE, EXO--"

"EXO?" Ji-woo's eyes threatened to burst out of their sockets and she beamed with delight before turning to the poster beside her bed. "These boys, right?!"

My eyes trailed toward the poster, which showed nine attractive males, "N-Ne, them. Why--?" I began to ask why she was so excited and she squealed.

"Their songs are amazing plus the boys are so full of sex appeal! Xiumin is my bias!" She exclaimed. "Who is yours?!"

"Bias...?" I wondered. I knew that was a fangirl or fanboy's favorite member of a group, but I never stopped to think who I found to be my favorite.

"Ne! Bias!" She grabbed her laptop, her fingertips hitting the keys as she typed her password. Ji-woo made her way onto YouTube, and she put on a music video, turning the screen to me.

"Don't tell me you don't know their names!"

"I do..." I smiled uneasily, listening to the song and watching the video closely, the dark colors and synth effects filling my senses. Each guy was unique in their own way. Everyone knew Suho was a great leader, and Chanyeol an excellent rapper. Baekhyun, Lay, Chen, and Xiumin were wonderful dancers. Kai was a hit with the ladies, especially with his girlfriend Jennie from Black Pink. D.O.'s specialty was vocals, but their maknae, Sehun, was completely different. There were two sides to him: a fun, playfully dog lover offstage, and a serious, emotional dancer with an intense gaze, as well as a gifted vocalist and assertive rapper. Granted, all of the boys were special in their own way but there was something extraordinary about their youngest member...

She got me going crazy Why is my heart racing? You're beautiful, my goddess But you're closed up, yeah yeah I'll knock so will you let me in? I'll give you a hidden thrill There's a curiosity in your eyes, You've already fallen for me Don't be afraid, love is the way Shawty, I got it You can call me monster

I'm creepin' in your heart, babe I'll flip you over, break you down and swallow you up I'll steal you and indulge in you I'm gonna mess you up I'm engraved in your heart So even if I die, I'll live forever Come here girl, you call me monster I'll go into your heart

"Um," I began before I heard a knock on the door, finding Jungkook leaning against the frame. "Oppa!"

"Ah, Jungkook. Come join us," Ji-woo motioned for him to come inside.

"What are you doing?" He asked before noticing the music video. "Ooh, back to the Monster era, are we? Why not hear their new song?"

"Love Shot you mean?" Ji-woo asked. "I shouldn't or else that will become my favorite song."

"Nothing wrong with that," he laughed as he sat with us. "Did you hear their new song, Ha-Neul?"

"No, not yet," I smiled with disappointment. "Unnie was just asking me who my bias was. Do you know them personally, Oppa?"

"We all do," Jungkook crossed his legs. "We're good friends with EXO sunbaenim. I hope we can collaborate someday because ARMY and EXO-l tend to fight with each other and they don't know both of our groups are close."

"I pray something changes," I gave a single nod, reminiscing of my time with Halmeoni. Playing piano with her and singing with her is what brought us closer. When she was a singer in her prime, so many people were brought together because of her warm songs. They soothed the bitterness in their hearts. "That's why I wanted to become an idol. My Halmeoni brought people together with her songs, and I hope to be an idol that does the same--bridge the gap between every fan, teach them to love themselves and love others just as much. One day, all of our fandoms will stop hating each other and start supporting each other."

"Then we'll help you," Jungkook spoke with determination, his dark eyes gleaming as he smiled. "We're your big brothers now, and your dreams are our dreams," he stood from the bed and brushed off the wrinkles from his black hoodie. "Make sure to wake up early tomorrow. Your debut stage is in two weeks and you'll need to know the choreography of MIC Drop."

"I will. Gomaweo, Oppa," I bowed and he ruffled my hair affectionately.

"Good. We'll be there to help you every step of the way," he made his way out of the room and I exhaled. There were no signs of butterflies in my stomach and my heart wasn't racing. I think I'll be okay tomorrow.

"You can do it, Ha-Neul," Ji-woo assured me. "Fighting!"

I smiled and agreed, parroting, "Fighting."

MASTERLIST

#bts #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jeon hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #exo

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btsqualityy · 5 years

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BTS Toddler Series #30: Multilingual

Author’s Note: I did use Google Translate for the Korean translations. If something is wrong, it was not my intention. The English translation of what they say in Korean will be at the end of the sentence spoken. Hope you guys enjoy!

Kim Seokjin

“Kaiden, look who’s here,” you announced as you walked into the living room, Jin’s parents following behind you.

“Chin Mae!” Jin’s mother exclaimed and Kaiden quickly slid down off of the couch and ran over to her, throwing himself into her open arms.

“Halmeoni, Hal-abeoji,” Kaiden exclaimed, giggling when Jin’s mom pressed a kiss to the side of his head. (Grandma, Grandpa.)

“Neoneun neomu keojyeossda,” Jin’s father gasped dramatically as Kaiden hugged his legs. (You’ve gotten so big.)

“Naneun jigeum keun sonyeon-iya,” Kaiden stated proudly, and Jin’s mom chuckled as she ran her hand over his head. (I’m a big boy now.)

“Geulae neoneun,” she nodded before turning to look at you. “He looks even more like Jin now, if that’s possible.” (Yes, you are.)

“Doesn’t he?” You giggled, watching as Jin’s father picked Kaiden up and set him on his hip. “If we end up having another baby, let’s hope that one will look more like me.”

“You don’t want our children to look like your Worldwide Handsome husband?” Jin teased as he walked into the living room, stopping to give his mother a hug and a kiss and a half hug to his father.

“I mean, I’d like it to look like I had a hand in creating them too,” you pointed out.

“Don’t worry Y/N,” Jin’s father said. “Jeog-eodo chin maeneun abeojicheoleom haengdonghaji anhseubnida.” (At least Chin Mae doesn’t act like his father.)

“Hey, I can hear you,” Jin whined, while you giggled at what his father had said.

Min Yoongi

“Hi Kins,” you greeted her as she walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eyes since she had just woken up for the morning.

“Hi,” she mumbled, going straight over to Yoongi, who leaned down and picked her up before setting her on his lap.

“Hungry baby girl?” He asked as he rubbed her back softly, a chuckle escaping him when she nodded her head and stuck her thumb in her mouth as she laid her head on his chest.

“Do you want waffles or oatmeal?” You asked her, looking over at her and Yoongi.

“Oatmeal please,” she mumbled around her thumb.

“Ah, say that in Korean for me,” Yoongi requested and you rolled your eyes playfully. Yoongi had noticed that Kinsley’s Korean vocabulary was significantly smaller than her English one, so he had decided to work with her on it.

“Oteumiljuseyo?” She asked and you nodded your head, going to work on making it for her.

“And what about waffles? Can you say that?” Yoongi wondered.

“Wapeul?” She said as she looked up at Yoongi for confirmation and he nodded with a smile.

“Joh-eun jig-eob yeoja ag,” Yoongi praised as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. (Good job baby girl.)

Kim Namjoon

“Daddy!” Mason screamed as he ran into Namjoon’s office and Namjoon looked up in surprise as Mason dashed over to him.

“Whoa!” Namjoon huffed as Mason launched himself up onto Namjoon’s lap, making him laugh as Mason repeatedly tapped his shoulder. “What’s up Mase?”

“Haggyoeseo museun il-i iss-eossneunji chucheug?” Mason said excitedly. (Guess what happened at school?)

“What happened?”

“Seonsaengnim-i goyang-ileul haggyoe delyeo wassseubnida,” he rambled quickly and Namjoon almost didn’t catch what he’d said because he was gong so fast and his pronunciation was a little off. (My teacher brought her cat to school.)

“Did she?” Namjoon asked and Mason nodded quickly. “Did you pet it?”

“Geulae geuligo geugeos-eun maeu budeuleobjiman mopineun nae son jeonchee geollyeossda,” he giggled as he held his hands up. (Yeah and it was really soft but it’s fur got all over my hands.)

“Mase,” you called as you walked into Namjoon’s office, smiling when you saw him sitting on his Dad’s lap. “Are you in here talking your dad’s ear off about the cat from today?”

“Yeah, and in Korean,” Namjoon pointed out and you smiled proudly.

“Jal haess-eo,” you praised him, making him grin widely in response. “Why don’t you go wash your hands and I’ll come give you a snack, ok?” You said and Mason nodded before sliding down from Namjoon’s lap and walking out of the office. (Good job.)

“Have you noticed that he does that a lot lately? Speaking Korean,” Namjoon wondered.

“Have I? You’re asking this question to the person that was just in the car with him for 15 minutes, listening to him ramble in Korean about a cat,” you giggled, making Namjoon do the same.

Jung Hoseok

“Babo!” You heard Berkeley yell and your eyes widened at hearing the tone of her voice. (Stupid!)

“Dangsin-eun babo,” you heard Lennox retort and you walked out of your bedroom down the hallway to their bedroom, only to see them glaring at each other when you looked inside. (You’re stupid.)

“Hey! What is going on in here and why are you calling each other stupid?” You demanded to know as you walked inside and stood in front of them.

“Lennox took my book,” Berkeley said as she looked up at you. “And he didn’t ask first.”

“I don’t have to, it’s mines too,” Lennox snapped back.

“Hey, what’s happening?” Hobi wondered as he walked into the room as well and stood next to you.

“Lennox took Berkeley’s book and they were in here calling each other stupid in Korean,” you explained.

“What did I tell you two about calling each other names?” Hobi said sternly.

“But Daddy,” Berkeley tried to say but Hobi held his hand up, which made her stop talking.

“I don’t want to hear it. I told you both about being mean to each other multiple times,” he sighed heavily. “Taim aus,” he said and both of the twins pouted before heading to opposite corners of their room and sitting down in the corner. (Time out.)

“10 bun,” you said, waiting to get a nod from both of them before you and Hobi walked out of their room. (10 minutes.)

“God, I can’t wait for them to be out of this fighting each other phase,” Hobi groaned. “I thought twins were supposed to be best friends?”

“Best friends fight too babe,” you pointed with a giggle, making Hobi shrug and nod in agreement.

Park Jimin

“Mommy, Daddy,” Noah said as he walked into your bedroom, a small book in his hands.

“Yes Noey?” You asked as you looked up from your phone.

“Can we read a story?” He asked and you looked over at Jimin, who nodded.

“Sure, come up here mini me,” he said and Noah wasted no time in climbing up onto the bed and over Jimin’s body to settle in between the two of you.

“What book did you pick?” You wondered and Noah held it up so that you could see it and you couldn’t help but to chuckle. You and Jimin had been pretty adamant on Noah being fluent in Korean as well as English so the two of you had invested in some books that told the story in both Korean and in English.

“Can you read it Daddy?” Noah requested and Jimin chuckled as he took the book out of his hands.

“Why do I always have to read it when it’s in Korean?” Jimin whined.

“You talk it better than Mommy does,” Noah confessed and you gasped dramatically.

“I can speak Korean just as good as Daddy can,” you defended.

“Actually, you can’t,” Jimin spoke up. “Your pronunciation is still a little off sometimes.”

“The level of disrespect in this family is ridiculous,” you huffed.

“Yeah, it’s not nice when the shoe is on the other foot is it?” Jimin snickered.

“Daddy, eoseo,” Noah whined as he poked Jimin’s arm. (Come on).

“Al-ass-eo, al-ass-eo, jinjeonghae,” Jimin chuckled before opening the book and beginning to read. (Alright, alright, calm down.)

Kim Taehyung

“Mommy,” Spencer whined as she pulled lightly on your hand.

“Yes Spence?” You answered as you stirred the pot of tomato sauce in front of you with the hand that Spencer wasn’t currently trying to rip off.

“Can we practice Korean?” She wondered and you rolled your eyes lightly. Lately, Spencer had been on this kick of wanting to speak Korean as well as Taehyung was able to, and this led to you becoming her impromptu study partner and coach.

“Spence, we just practiced last night before you went to bed, remember?” You said, trying to sneak your way out of doing it.

“Need more practice,” she insisted. “Wanna be good like Daddy.”

“Alright,” you sighed, not being able to resist the pout on her face. “If someone asked you how old you are, how you would answer in Korean?”

“Naneun 3 sal-ida,” she replied carefully and you nodded your head. (I am three years old.)

“How about if they asked what’s your name?”

“Nae ileum-eun gimjin-ae,” she chirped and you smiled, knowing that she’d get that one right. (My name is Kim Jin Ae.)

“Ok, I have a really tricky one for you,” you said and Spencer’s eyes lit up at the challenge. “You ready?” You asked and she nodded quickly. “If someone asked what’s your favorite thing to do, how would you answer?”

“Oh,” she murmured, lowering her head as she thought for a moment. “naneun eommawa appawa hamkkehaneun geos-eul joh-ahabnida,” she replied slowly, making you grin at how well she’d said it. (I like being with Mommy and Daddy and Tannie.)

“Ulin neowa hamkkeissneun geos-eul joh-ahae,” you cooed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. (We like being with you too Spence.)

Jeon Jungkook

“Daddy?” Ava called as she walked into Jungkook’s office that was in your house, which doubled as both an office and his studio for making music and his GCFs.

“Yes Angel?” He said as he continued to focus on his computer in front of him.

“What’s Korean for not nice?” She asked as she leaned against his chair and Jungkook tore his gaze away from the computer monitor to look down at her.

“Johji anh-a,” he answered hesitantly. “Why do you need to know that?”

“There’s this boy at school who’s not nice,” she started to explain and Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“Is he bothering you Angel?” Jungkook questioned and Ava shook her head, which made him relax.

“He’s not nice to other people Daddy and my teacher said that we can’t tell people that they’re not nice so I wanna tell him in Korean,” she explained.

“Angel, you know your teacher can speak Korean too right?” He pointed out with a chuckle and Ava’s eyes widened.

“Oh,” she mumbled. “Well, I’m gonna tell him anyway.”

“You have to listen to your teacher though Ava,” Jungkook said seriously.

“Bulgongpyeong,” she muttered before standing up straight and storming out of his office. (No fair.)

“Naneun ttaettaelo geu aie daehae geogjeonghabnida,” Jungkook mumbled to himself before turning his attention back to the computer. (I worry about that child sometimes.)

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imdifferentshadesofpurple · 7 years

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hi, mo! i love the list of prompts you put together for your drabble game! if it hasn't been requested yet, can i please have jaebum + #47? thank you

“Meet me on the roof in ten minutes.” // 047 out of 050Im Jaebum (GOT7)*my apologies, this may have gotten lengthy lol

Your magic is off.You have no explanation as to why, you just feel it.

But you were growing more and more nervous as the nights went on, the sky thundering on the horizon as the clouds rested over the city.

The weather had been going crazy these past few weeks, sudden rain or snow, even though it was the middle of spring. Cherry blossoms weren’t blooming and oak trees were still bare. The ocean’s water was still too cold and leaves weren’t changing colors.

You slam your fists against the railing of your balcony, only slightly concerned about the neighbors maybe waking up. With your magic on the fritz, everything around you was being affected.

Not to mention you were more exhausted than usual, dark circles under your eyes and your body weak as it leaned against the cool metal. You let out an exasperated sigh, eyes falling shut as another thunder clap sounded towards the mountains.

If this kept up, you were unsure of what was going to happen next.

When a voice sounds in your head, your shoulders tense even though your eyes remained closed.

“Meet me on the roof in ten minutes.”

The voice was deep and had an air of amusement to it, something you’ve grown to love over the years. You didn’t bother with the ten minutes, you were never good with orders, so you bound up the staircase and throw open the door to your building’s roof.

“I said ten minutes. Eighty years and you still can’t follow simple instructions.”

You grin at Im Jaebum as he turns to you, mask covering half of his face as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his favorite black leather jacket. You walk towards him, legs wobbly, as raindrops start to fall. Surprise is evident on his face, eyes shooting upwards as water descends.

In a matter of seconds, his eyes start to glow, the emerald green color intensifying as his magic moves through him and then outwards. The rain keeps pouring but he’s created a sort of dome around you both, untouched by the change in weather. You wince when his eyes meet yours, questions no doubt scurrying through his mind.

“You wanna explain why it’s March and it’s raining?”

You shrug, toying with your hair, “Spring showers?”

“Yah. Spring showers don’t usually come with flood warnings. What’s going on? I leave for a month to see Jackson in Macau and suddenly this? Mark hyung called and said I should maybe come home and check on you.”

Silently, you curse Mark for ratting you out, words caught on your tongue as you try and form sentences. You stare at him and he just waits patiently, eyes burning holes into your already flushed skin.

“My magic Jae. I don’t know. It’s been weird lately. Simple things like spells sure, I can cast no problem. But the bigger the use of magic, the more weak my body feels. I can’t even mutter a strong incantation without getting dizzy and an immediate hail storm in Busan.”

His brows furrow together and you know that under his mask, his lips are set into a thin line. “Why didn’t you call me?”

You snort, arms crossing over your chest, “Im Jaebum. I’m one the most powerful enchantresses anyone has ever seen in the last three centuries. One that doesn’t need to go crying to her almighty warlock of a boyfriend. I thought it was nothing. I didn’t see a need to make you rush all the way back here, especially since you haven’t seen Jackson since he moved away. But now that you are back, and now that you see my problem, just help me fix it.”

The last bit came out in a sort of whine and you begrudgingly noted how an amused look passed his face.

“Well, since you asked nicely.”“Don’t be an ass. A solution please.”“I’m sure Jinyoung has one. And I’m sure, once we visit, he’ll be irritated you didn’t come to him right away. He’s busy training Yugyeom to better control his magic but you know he’d drop it all to come help you.”“I didn’t want to be a burden.”

He grabs your hand, fingers warm against your ice cold digits. You can feel how worried he is, especially now that’s he’s gotten a better look at you. Magic or not, you could always read Im Jaebum.

“You’re never a burden love. Now come on, hold tight.”

You quickly nod, letting him support your weight as his arms wrap around you. You could feel his magic, feel it moving through him like slow waves as it started to wash over you. Your skin prickles as the magic strengthens and you don’t need to look up to know Jaebum’s eyes are glowing, like they do everytime he taps into his abilities. It was like a well, stored up and waiting until it’s needed. His chest expands as he channels the magic outward and before you know it, you’re in front of Jinyoung’s small home in the countryside.

Teleportation was so convenient.

Slowly, you let go, careful to not get too dizzy. With your body feeling weaker than usual, you didn’t want anyone unnecessarily worrying from your ‘I worry about absolutely everything’ boyfriend.

“Noona!”

You’re lifted into the air, Yugyeom’s strong arms strong but gentle enough not to crush you. You let out a soft laugh, running your fingers through the maknae’s hair in hello. Jinyoung comes out then, glasses perched on his nose, eyes scanning the pages of his immensely thick and heavy grimoire.

“Kim Yugyeom. Until you’ve mastered your basic spells and incantations, don’t go running…oh. Annyeong noona. Hyung. What brings you by?”

Jaebum wordlessly makes eye contact with Jinyoung and you know they’re speaking without actually opening their mouths. Telepathy took years to master, it was actually one of the harder abilities, but both Jaebum and Jinyoung had been reading each other’s thoughts since they were children.

You watch Jinyoung’s eyes widen just a fraction, darting to you and then back to his book. He turns back towards the house, throwing a ‘come in’ over his shoulder. Yugyeom follows, muttering something about telepathy not being fair, and Jaebum goes in after you.

“So you’re the reason the weather has been so weird noona.”

Your cheeks heat up, the room starting to slightly shake. Yugyeom’s brows shoot up into his hair and Jaebum just sighs, sudden emerald eyes quieting everything down. Jinyoung observes you carefully, hands wrapped around the grimoire as you slightly sip the tea he had given you.

“In all my years I’ve never seen your magic be anything but perfect. Have you done anything or eaten something that maybe is somehow affected your abilities?”

You shake your head, “No. Nothing is different. I was in Jihae maybe a week or so ago and when I got back…that’s when I noticed. The weather. My exhaustion. I can’t even do simple spells Jinyoungie.”

“What were you doing in Jihae?”

Jaebum’s voice surprises you, eyes meeting his, “I was visiting Jiyeon. She said she had some herbs that help with the enhancement of location spells and I figured I’d pick some up. You had already left for Macau.”

“And nothing weird happened?”

You think for a moment, “…no. Well…she had a guest in her shop but we barely exchanged more than ten words. She was just a halmeoni that runs a flower shop down the street. She gave me peonies that I stuck in the kitchen.”

Jinyoung’s head snapped up then, pupils dilating, “She gave you flowers?”

“Ne. They’re lilac.”

He turns to Jaebum, expression panicked, “Hyung, I need to see those flowers.”

“Echorpus Felis?”

Jinyoung nods, a grave look on his face as the last of the flower petals burn up. There’s a mark on your windowsill, a strange twisted carving embedded in the wood. Jaebum is outside making calls while Yugyeom played with Nora in the living room, practicing a transfer spell with her cat toys.

“Echorpus Felis. It’s a very old spell, much older than even you noona. It’s used to strip a person of their magic. Slowly until said person is dead. Without magic, we return to dust. Whoever that halmeoni was, it was no coincidence that you met in the shop. By giving you the flowers, she was able to start eating away at your abilities until your magic was completely gone. And you’re one of the most powerful enchantresses anyone has ever seen. Your magic is strong and fierce. But it was draining so fast. That halmeoni, if she was one, must be equal in strength as well, if not more so.”

You sigh, hands running through your hair as you sat at your dining room table. The mark, burnt black, could still be seen from where you were seated, it’s dangerous intent hissing at you the longer your eyes remained on it.

“Someone tried to take my magic. Why? And how do I regain what’s already been lost?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, a fist clenched at his sides, “I don’t know noona. I’ve never dealt with this before, in all my years alive.”

“Her magic isn’t gone. It was stolen.”

Two pairs of eyes land on Yugyeom, his attention still on the cat. “What do you mean Gyeom-ah?”

He turns towards you, “The mark. In the middle of the signet, there’s a tree. The Alishan Sacred Tree. There’s an old Tawainese legend I read about, where a human wanted to steal the powers of a very powerful witch living up in the mountains above her town. She hated how unfair it was, that a witch had powers and stayed up in her mountain while the villagers struggled daily. So she vowed to take the magic and use them. She traveled to the tree and it granted her a wish. She was able to take the witch’s magic after offering some food to her. But once the witch found out, enraged, she took back her magic.”

Your eyes widened, “How?”

“She killed the human,” whispered Jinyoung, “I remember that legend. She proved that, even without her magic, she was a capable person. So the tree took the wish back and transferred the magic to who it thought was stronger. Yugyeom. You read that?”

He snorted, “I read hyung, okay?”

“….I can’t kill someone!”

Jaebum entered then, removing his hood and shaking off the water from the rainstorm you caused outside when you had all teleported home. Four other bodies entered after, faces familiar as they came into the light of your apartment.

“Mark. Jackson. Youngjae. BamBam. You’re all supposed to be scattered across the globe. Don’t tell me he called you call here?!”

Jackson grinned, dark hair dripping water onto your hardwood floor. “Of course we did noona! Hyung said you’d need our help. So here we are!”

“If it’s an attack on you, it’s an attack on the rest of us,” Mark said gently, oversized sleeves running over his hands.

“So what do we do? Who needs ass kicking?” Jaebum hits Bam on the back of the head, sending him a quick and playful eye roll.

“No asses are getting kicked. Yet. First, let’s figure out how to get her magic back. Everyone sit, I’ll order food, and Jinyoungie can do that thing with the books he always does.”

“Yah. That thing with the books has saved all your asses a thousand times over the past few centuries so shut the hell up and let me conjure up my stuff.”

They all watch as the room goes dark, Jinyoung’s eyes going from their deep brown to a violent strike of red. His hands stretch forward over the tabletop and his lips quickly move as he barely whispers the incantation. Your table fills up quickly, Jinyoung’s leather tomes stacking up on after the other. Mark smiles at him as Youngjae whistles, impressed. When the lights are back, your resident bookworm starts to flit through pages in search of anything that can help. The boys join in and you decide to go to the kitchen, that black mark drawing you near. Jaebum’s arms wrap around you and you lean into his embrace, relishing the feel of his magic giving you a little energy.

“We’ll figure this out baby. Don’t worry. You’ll get it back.”

He can’t see you, but your eyes burn violet as you eye your windowsill.

“I know I will. And I’ll make sure whoever took it will never try it again.”

A/N: We really have to stop meeting like this. Lol. As usual, I’m immensely sorry I haven’t been posting. My usual excuses like ‘too much life is happening and not enough inspiration’ are applicable here. Again, sorry. I’m trying to focus more on the drabbles since I’ve hit a wall with ‘Leather and Onesies’ and need to head back to the drawing board. And in focusing on the drabbles, I came to the conclusion that to finish them, I need to stop trying to go in order. Hence, this post (which is #47 on the list). I’m just going to pick them randomly and write, hopefully completing this drabble game sooner than later haha.

Anyway, Hope my darling…all my wishes that you enjoy this. As always, sending my love.

xoxo, Mo

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justjin-ah · 5 years

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99 Cole Qs?

1. What is your full name?

Cole Bae, AKA 배콜 (Koreans don’t have middle names)

2. Where and when were you born?

October 26th, 2116, I wanna say it was probably in Korea.

3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

Go Bae -- Unemployed, married rich. Resident uninterested mother, yet still somehow has time to hate her child’s significant others. Hm. Chin-Hwa Bae(?) Rich guy. Usually equally as uninterested.

4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

Gochin. She’s a bitch. We don’t get along. It’s like Mom saw the damn future when she named her.

5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

I live with my mom and dad and my sister, in a house that’s way too fucking big for four people, but that’s fine, because we all want the space away from each other anyway.

6. What is your occupation?

Ha, I don’t work. I’m still in school because I’m shit at focusing on it.

7. Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

5′10″, about 140-something?, Korean, dyed-pink hair, brown eyes. Clothes like this or this or this, no tattoos, scars, etc.

8. To which social class do you belong?

Upper. Halabeoji and Halmeoni are rich as hell, and left a pretty hefty sum of money to Mom’s trust fund, not to mention Dad, so.

9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

I don’t know. I have pretty shitty springtime allergies?

10. Are you right- or left-handed?

Right-handed

11. What does your voice sound like?

a bench found a whole af video for this

12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

A variety of different curse words, usually.

13. What do you have in your pockets?

A wallet? A phone? Some keys?

14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

The need to always be in charge is probably an annoying habit to some.

15. How would you describe your childhood in general?

Lackluster, and mostly spent on my own.

16. What is your earliest memory?

Moving to America, probably.

17. How much schooling have you had?

Too many years.

18. Do/did you enjoy school?

It’s a necessary evil.

19. Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

From myself, mostly.

20. While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

I didn’t really have anyone to look up to, no.

21. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

I didn’t. I still don’t. It’s everyone for themselves in the Bae household.

22. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I always wanted to dance. I think at some point in my life I envisioned being an idol, but I don’t think I could put in the selling of my soul for that.

23. As a child, what were your favorite activities?

Dancing, playing video games in my room to hide from Parents and Gochin, going outside to get away from Parents and Gochin, getting into trouble to bother Parents and Gochin, being an ass to piss off Parents and Gochin. Seeing a pattern?

24. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

Sarcastic, asshole, troublemaker kid. Probably a little bully. Maybe. A bit.

25. As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

I’m still popular. Everyone wanted to be my friend.

26. When and with whom was your first kiss?

Ah, shit. Uh... It was one summer-- I was like, twelve? It was some middle schooler party. Ya know, with spin the bottle, and shit. Which is a big fucking deal when you’re twelve. It was dark. I hardly remember who it was, if she even still lives in this town.

27. Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

Hahahahahahahahahaha. No. I’m not. It was with Susi Wone, of all the damn people, when we were 14. Early bloomers.

28. If you aren’t a virgin, would you take your first time back?

Maybe? No? I don’t know. It was just sex. It doesn’t really matter.

29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Falling in love with Eli.

30. Who has had the most influence on you?

Eli... or Noa.

31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Managing to have someone as remarkable as Eli Park-Sin picking me to fall in love with.

32. What is your greatest regret?

Doing things that make me unworthy of his trust.

33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

Probably... cheating on someone with their brother?

34. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

There is no ‘record’, persay.

35. When was the time you were the most frightened?

When Eli left my house the morning after we...

36. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

I tend to not embarrass easily.

37. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

I would break up with Joi the night I meant to, give Eli his ring, and have an honest start with him, because maybe then, he’d trust me.

38. What is your best memory?

This, and also the morning after that.

39. What is your worst memory?

Finding out Eli doesn’t trust me.

40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

Somewhere in between.

41. What is your greatest fear?

Screwing up so bad Eli never wants anything to do with me ever again.

42. What are your religious views?

Eh.

43. What are your political views?

Those Lee-Roths aren’t bad, I guess.

44. What are your views on sex?

Sex is great, and it’s even better when you’re in love with the person.

45. Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

I don’t know. Probably not. I don’t know if I could say a circumstance where I think it’d be acceptable. According to the law, it’s unacceptable? That’s what I do know?

46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

Constantly hurt the people who love them. Go figure.

47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

I do, because I know who mine is.

48. What do you believe makes a successful life?

Living it the way you want to live it.

49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

Pretty honest, nowadays.

50. Do you have any biases or prejudices?

I’m pretty biased towards Eli Park-Sin.

51. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

I don’t know that it’s possible for me to say that. Everything in my life has usually been based off of a circumstance. But, if it’s one thing, it’s probably cheat on Eli, whenever I managed to gain his trust, and we end up back together. Because... that’s still a hope.

52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?

Eli and Noa.

53. In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?

It depends on the person, yeah. Anybody who I don’t care about a lot gets treated with contempt, usually.

54. Who is the most important person in your life, and why?

Eli, because no one makes me feel the way he does, and he makes me want to be the best person I can be. And Noa, because I feel like I raised him.

55. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?

Noa, because he’s the type of boyfriend I want to be.

56. Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.

Noa Lee is my best friend, and also the only friend that matters, despite the fact that I have a flurry of people constantly following me around that I call ‘friends’. He’s a punk jackass, but he’s also a cuddly sweetheart, who would kill me if he saw me calling him a cuddly sweetheart.

57. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.

... Not currently, no.

58. Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.

Of course. I’ve only mentioned him in half of these questions. I don’t know. When I finally noticed him, and I gave him the time of day-- I liked what I got to know, and then he fell asleep on my shoulder, and I looked down at him, and nothing’s been the same since then. Also I was kinda a little bit in love with Noa when we first met, but that was like super brief, and no one needs to know about that. Ever.... Ever.

59. What do you look for in a potential lover?

He’s gotta be obsessed with milk. That’s the deal breaker.

60. How close are you to your family?

I am not.

61. Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?

Oh, fuck no. I can’t even take care of a boyfriend right now, let alone a baby.

62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?

Usually I’d say Noa, but he’s got more things to worry about right now than me.

63. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?

Well... Noa. Because he usually does, even if I don’t ask.

64. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?

Eli, I’d hope. Noa. Maybe some of those other friends that aren’t important. Probably Elliot.

65. Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

Probaby... Elliot? I don’t know. The obsession isn’t cute like it is with Eli.

66. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?

I’m the fucking king of arguing.

67. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?

Generally.

68. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?

I do, usually because people are paying attention to me, and I like that.

69. Do you care what others think of you?

A few people, yeah.

70. What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?

Dancing, camping with Noa, ( ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )

71. What is your most treasured possession?

This fucking ring with my initial on it.

72. What is your favorite color?

Red.

73. What is your favorite food?

Hotteok, bitch.

74. What, if anything, do you like to read?

People when they’re lying.

75. What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?

Dancing, K-Music of most kinds, western music of few varieties, video games of the battle type, ( ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ ) etc.

76. Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?

I drink on occasion, but not usually in excess, unless I’m ridiculously pissed off about something.

77. How do you spend a typical Saturday night?

Well, this past Saturday night was pretty typical... ( ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )

78. What makes you laugh?

Eli being clumsy.

79. What, if anything, shocks or offends you?

Nothing, at this point.

80. What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

( ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )

81. How do you deal with stress?

Usually a lot of yelling.

82. Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

I’m okay with either.

83. What are your pet peeves?

Fuckin’ milk.

84. Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?

Wake up, go to school, dance practice, avoid the people I don’t want to see, talk to the people I do want to see, dance practice again, go home, sneak over to a Park-Sin’s place, and it used to be sleep there for the night, but recently it’s been scoot after Eli goes to sleep.

85. What is your greatest strength as a person?

I like to think there’s a lot, but it probably isn’t true.

86. What is your greatest weakness?

Eli Park-Sin. note from the author, it’s also probably Elliot too, Cole.

87. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

My ~untrustworthiness

88. Are you generally introverted or extroverted?

Extroverted as hell.

89. Are you generally organized or messy?

Organized chaos.

90. Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.

Dancing, grabbing attention, sex?

Gaining truST, not arguing, giving up control.

91. Do you like yourself?

Most of the time, but not much recently.

92. What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

Get Eli’s trust. Hopefully that won’t take a damn lifetime, but I’m beginning to wonder.

93. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Hopefully with Eli, for fucks’s sake.

94. If you could choose, how would you want to die?

Quickly? I guess?

95. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.

Let me direct you to this, where I pretty much answer that question.

96. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?

That I wasn’t so terribly shitty. At this point, that’s all I can hope for.

97. What three words best describe your personality?

Outgoing, in charge?

98. What three words would others probably use to describe you?

Bossy, argumentative, idiot.

99. If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character?

Cole Bae. Cole... Bae... Please.... My son. My boy. Get........ some help.

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