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sope-and-shine · 4 years

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Christmas Special: Day 8

-> Pairing: Taehyung x Reader(ft. Yeontan) -> Neighbor!AU // Kinda childhood friend!AU but not really // Fluffy but kinda sad -> Word Count: 1.8k -> Summary: You just want to paint the snow like always, but your next door neighbor playing in the snow in practically nothing is distracting you. -> Warning(s): Character death - not a major character death// grief

A/N: Definitely my shortest but most wholesome so far

When you were little, your grandfather would sit you by the back porch window with him when it snowed, and he’d make you both hot chocolate while you would paint the falling snow together. His pieces were always so beautiful, and he never ceased to amaze you with his talents every year that you’d work together. The way his colors worked so well together, how they complimented his style no matter who or what the subject was. He embraced his skills, and always encouraged you to do the same.

Your grandfather made you realize that nothing is more beautiful than falling snow. Nothing is more serene than the light droplets of white that rain down from above in soft flurries. Gentle, delicate, and not one the same as another. Each were genuinely unique, and came together to create such beautiful landscapes. They kept you entranced every time you saw them, and it made winter your favorite season. He made the cold inviting to you, and the way the night would fall so quickly began to draw you in as the years went by.

But as you got older, so did your grandfather. He’d started to have problems getting up and down the front steps, he’d started calling you to ask if you’d known where he’d left something when you were out of the house, and he’d even forgotten to lock the front door on numerous occasions. You and your parents were starting to become worried with everyday that he seemed to be getting worse. Each year that the two of you would paint together, made you worry for what year would be his last.

Unfortunately, this last spring was it.

They say that April showers bring May flowers, but no flower could fix the heartbreak and the pain you endured from your grandfather’s passing that year. He was someone special, a beautiful soul that can only be found in the rarest of places. The one person who always encouraged your dreams and your beliefs, was suddenly gone like that. It changed you, and suddenly the cold was the only friend you had anymore as the winter months rolled in. They kept you snug in their embrace everyday that you spent by your window, looking to the stars in hopes of the first snowfall. Hoping for the one thing you still shared with your grandfather.

And as nature would have it; it came.

That’s how you find yourself with the old easel your grandfather bought you on your 8th birthday, right in front of your bedroom window with your paints beside you. Your canvas sits untouched on top of the wood, with you just staring out of the window behind it. You’d been waiting all year for this moment to come around again, but nothing about it felt right to you. The weather was cold, your hot chocolate was piping hot, and the snow was falling softly against the side of your house. It was the perfect view for a painting, but your mind was everywhere but the painting you had wanted.

Would your grandfather have made a joke about your head being in the clouds by now? Of course he would, that’s what he did best. He’d probably scold you for not drinking your hot chocolate while it was still hot, and then he’d take a sip of his own and burn his tongue! Of all the silly things he was known for, his insistence of drinking or eating when they were still hot was his most redeeming quality.

You missed it the most...more than anything.

A male voice yells from outside your window, “Tannie! Stop jumping on my snowman!”

You pull yourself out of your thoughts to look around the easel, seeing your next door neighbor, Kim Taehyung, with his small Pomeranian Yeontan. He was the last person that you wanted to see at the moment. He’s been your next door neighbor since you could remember, but neither of you have really talked since you were in middle school and he still wore big bulky glasses and tried to catch Pokemon in your backyard. He still tried to catch Pokemon on the occasion, but now he looked like he should be modeling for an agency while doing it. Now, he was one of the most popular juniors in your high school alongside the rest of the Bangtan Boys.

It wasn’t that he was a jerk or anything, but everywhere you turned there were girls following him and his friends. Art class? Girls. Lunch time? Girls. Bathroom? They shouldn’t be there, but yes, there are girls. He wasn’t safe for your small circle, so you tried your best to stay clear. You’d talk at the occasional block party hosted at the Choi’s house, but it was just regular conversation to get you through the few hours you were stuck there those three days out of the year. There were some parties where the two of you would ditch and just chill together, but that was it.

“Tannie!” He whines again.

You giggle as you watch the small dog run around his owner without a care in the world, just enjoying the falling snow around him. That’s when you finally take notice of what Taehyung is wearing; or lack thereof. He’s wearing what looks to be a pair of jeans with a simple t-shirt and sneakers. No jacket, no hat, no gloves, and not even a scarf. He was just playing in the cold and the snow with no protection at all from the forces.

“Kim Taehyung, I swear…” You mutter to yourself. You shake your head and return to your easel, staring at the blank canvas before you to get back to work. Only the thought of the boy outside keeps you from working as he’s probably freezing from the cold without anything to protect him. The more you try to ignore it, the more you keep looking to your left to see what that boy is doing that’s so important he couldn’t put anything on. It got so annoying that you eventually just gave in. You slip on your snow boots, grab a thick jacket, and two hats from your closet, grabbing another jacket from the hall closet on your way to the front door. On your porch sniffing one of your Christmas decorations is the small puffball that insists on ruining snowmen in their progress. He obviously got tired of being scolded and wandered off while his owner was busy.

“Hey, there Tannie.” You bend down to pull the dog into your arms, earning a small yip and an attempt to lick your face in response. You look at him and without shame start using your baby voice, “Did Taehyungie yell at you too much? Is he just a big meanie?” You continue on and head into the falling snow, getting closer and closer to the unsuspecting boy throwing snow around. You shake your head, “Taehyung!”

He jumps in surprise but quickly breaks into a smile when he sees you with Yeontan in your arms, “Hey (Y/n)! Did you come to enjoy the snow with us?”

“Actually, I came to make sure you didn’t get sick,” You set Tannie down and pull your father’s jacket from under your arm and the extra hat from your coat pocket. You hold them out for him to take, “If you don’t put on at least a jacket, then both Seokjin and Hoseok are going to beat the crap out of you.”

“I’m just playing in the snow.” He argues. Despite his argument, he still accepts your jacket and hat, pulling the pink cap over his own pink locks. He gives you his boxy smile after adjusting the clothes, “Thanks for worrying about me.”

You shrug, “Yeah, well, you were distracting me from painting.”

“You’re still painting?” He asks. His shoulders have dropped, remembering the day he saw the coroner arrive to your home. He remembered the way you tried to follow after them, but your mother kept you in place with her and your father. He felt bad at your loss, especially knowing what it feels like to lose someone that close to you. He noticed your change instantly at school, but with the following he has never got the chance to check in on you.

That was something he still regrets now.

Seeing your shoulders drop at the mention he tries to quickly defend his words, “I’m so sorry! It’s just-...you’ve been a little different since your grandfather passed.”

You nod, giving him an encouraging smile, “Well, he meant a lot to me.”

“Well, if you ever want to talk or you just need someone to paint with you, I’ll do it.” He offers. He seems genuine, but you know better, “You don’t have to do that Tae.”

“I know, but I know how it feels to lose someone really important to you.” He says. He had lost his grandmother the year before, a similar situation to yours. He had been just as heartbroken as you, maybe more! Either way, he knew how you felt, probably better than anyone else. That’s probably why his smile felt more comforting than others, “Don’t be a stranger okay?”

You nod to him and return to your home, removing your snow gear and returning to your room. By this time, your hot chocolate is definitely cold, and the view from your window still isn’t any better. Taehyung was still out there, but at least he was warm now. His response to why he was out in the snow actually made you think a lot about your grandfather. He was one to go out into the snow without a care in the world too - You can still hear your mother yelling at him to not teach you bad habits. He always told you as you got older that your bond with him was a special one, and that when he couldn’t paint with you anymore that you’d have to find the best replacement.

He wanted you to find someone that would bring him back to you.

Without even really considering what you’re about to do, you open your bedroom window to the snow. You clear your throat, “Taehyung!” He looks to you from his baby snowman confused. You smile, “Can I take you up on that painting offer?”

His confused look turns into one of his beautiful boxy smiles as he picks up Tannie from beside him. He races towards your first floor window and passes the small dog to you, taking his turn to pull himself up and fall onto your hardwood floor. Just like that, you had another person with you. You had someone willing to paint with you, someone willing to get sick to spend some quality time in the snow, someone who believed hot chocolate should be devoured when it’s steaming hot.

Someone that when he smiled, and told you jokes about his friends being crazy, made you think back to your grandfather every time.

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ongnable · 5 years

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the art of brewing

There was a difference between fate and coincidence.

The two of you never lacked fate – but it was too unpredictable. And neither of you all knowing. So he could only rely on coincidence.

“There’s no such thing as coincidence.”

“I know,” his expression looking all too much like a fox’s. “I was intent on seeing you again.”

Again and again. Over and over. Until you couldn’t find yourself without him by your side.

{ supernatural au } kdn | bjy | pwj | osw | hmh | hsw

a/n: 3.8k of sweetness, gumiho minhyun for my soulmate/supernatural au. can be read stand-alone; please note that they use formal speech with each other throughout this fic until the third cut.

The clear night does nothing to still your racing heart when Minhyun hitches his robes up to sit besides you at the foot bath. Peering over the world you grew up in.

You’d come out to try and find a cure to your sleeplessness, but it was obvious to you that Minhyun seems to think that you’re thinking of the other realm again.

“When you look at something for a long time, you’re supposed to learn to appreciate it more.” Minhyun says out of the blue in the way that he does as the two of you dangle high above the city, firefly lights dancing amongst the stained-glass waters, bustling streets of the heavenly realm reflected in the steaming foot bath.

”But it’s different when you’re looking over someone.” His gaze burns through you, unwavering in its intensity of affection, whilst the cricket songs seemingly still. It should scare you how much it seems as if Minhyun likes you. But at least, he knows you like him.

“How?” Whispered, barely loud enough over the winds that have suddenly picked up, it sounds accusing rather than inquisitive. It’s not what you intend, but maybe somewhere deep down, it’s a defensive mechanism. That having witnessed all your shortcomings, you worry that he’s given up on you.

“When you look over someone, you’ll either grow tired of them, or find that you can no longer live without them. Even if they do not return your affection, and even when they are not aware of your care and presence.”

To him, the moment you met, the universe shifted.

But to you, in front of the person you wanted to give the whole universe to, you felt small and insignificant.

“Is that why you never came to find me until I came to try and cancel our engagement? Because you grew tired?”

“No.” Shaking his head as he answers. Minhyun’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and his hair tickles the side of your neck as he moves to lean on your shoulder.

You still remember how the peach blossoms painted the palace grounds, draping it in swaths of petals - despite the winter landscape - to welcome the return of its prince when you’d raised hell in the main palace – demanding to meet the Crown Prince the daughter of the Minister of Magical Relations had been offhandedly gifted to.

So… Perhaps, you were a bit of a handful.

There’s great fire in your soul – so people will either warm themselves at it and burrow in your embrace, or see nothing but smoke and a future of carcasses and go their own way. That is the fate of those born with flame in their blood.

Your fate was recited to you as soon as you were old enough to understand.

To be the fox’s bride, or lead your realm to ashes.

It was ingrained in your souls for the two of you to both balance one another. And to bring equilibrium to the realms.

You just wished you’d known how important Minhyun would become for you.

“No,” Swaying his legs, causing ripples to cascade along the surface before he picks up again. “one disappears to be found. I simply could not find you.”

There were strict rules regarding the privacy of humans, though he could send his foxfires throughout the magical realms, the non-magical earth was governed by another set of laws.

“It was an unexpected turn to see you come to me instead.”

You didn’t come to find him. You’d come to rid yourself of the duty you carried as a disposable chess piece. But you suppose the end you were searching for was definitely Minhyun. Everything was just a means to him.

Reaching to pet the top of his head, you smile contently when you feel him hum at your side, the beginnings of a soft purr. Bringing you back to a memory of a slightly chubbier, bright eyed, and shorter haired Minhyun complaining to you about not having anyone willing to spoil him with such meaningless little actions of affection as they refused to touch his head.

It never occurred to you as a child to ask the reason. But now, it made sense that no one would willingly pet the crown prince over his head.

“Tired?”

“Just a little.” Lashes fluttered to follow his dedicated attempts to stay awake. Nudging his foot with your own, you’re rewarded with a yelp of surprise as he scoots away, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. Ticklish.

“Go back in first and rest, I’ll come join you a little later.”

“Should I?” He glanced at the way you played with the water, kicking and swaying to make patterns on its surface, distorting the image of the heavens, mixing it with the lunar lights of the human realm - celebrating the arrival of another year.

“I’m a big girl, and the palace is probably the safest place on Earth. I won’t stay out here for long, just go in to rest - I’ll see you in the morning.”

I won’t disappear again,

Guilt edged itself in you and painted over your voice each time he looked scared to leave you alone. And it only worsened when you knew he could tell, but you tilted your head back towards the rooms before turning back to look at sparkling city line, feeling the tension in your shoulder slump as you hear his footsteps beyond the sliding doors.

You’d stay there by his side.

With the last of your boxes rolled safely in place, you collapse on the floor, moaning in pain at the dull ache in your shoulders.

Minhyun must’ve heard you because he trots over, soft steps and gentle smile in place. You’d known that he was in the garden pavilion earlier, but you hadn’t known for what reason until you spot the cups in his hand.

“Ahh~ Green tea!” It was especially nice during this chilly weather and he was excellent at brewing. What a treat you were in for.

When you make tea... it reflects what you feel at that time. Sweetness when you’re happy and bitterness when you’re in despair. Anger transfers in the form of heat.

Never overheating the water to let subtle notes escape. Minhyun’s tea is rounded. Crisp with delicate sweetness, fragrance that travels miles, and has sparkling green clarity. There’s a calming effect to whatever he brews. Like himself.

Minhyun’s tea is exactly to your taste because of the person brewing it.

Taking a sip, you smile down at the cup. What would Minhyun taste in yours?

“This is why I love you. Truly, you know me best, Minhyun.”

He knew exactly how to remind you of the happiness in stall for the both of you. Together. It was as if a small cup of liquid jade could tell you that you won’t regret your decision to stay and that he’d never let you feel unvalued.

The stark change of expression of his face transitions from acceptance to alarm in mere seconds. Eyes blown wide as the fine layer of white dust that always seems to surround him turns ice cold.

“You loved me once, and that would’ve been enough. There’s no need for you to express pleasantries when your heart obviously lies elsewhere.”

He didn’t want you to resort to lying. Gazing at the boxes that lay in neat lines by the left hallway, he’d already resigned himself. He’d known that you must’ve want to go back, but he hadn’t thought it’d be so soon.

Minhyun didn’t want to have any regrets. Not again.

“Minhyun… What are you talking about?”

By now, his tails were taking on a diaphanous form, swaying behind him as his emotions ran in erratic circles.

“Our fate… shouldn’t be forced. There is timing for everything. I understand. But it still pains me to think that it is not our time yet.”

Waiting was nothing. Just as fox showers were just a passing rain, it shan’t last. Time was of no essence to a gumiho. What hurt was the thought of him not being enough to keep you by his side. But he knew that there was too much to give up.

He could tell that the fox in him was yipping, annoyed at his complacency and his coat had begun slipping from him. Begun to reach for his mate against his will, tails lashing out, unwilling to let go of companionship yet. But they both knew there was nothing he could do to force you to stay.

You could see the strain in Minhyun’s expression. Wasn’t he glad that you would be by his side-? Did he think you were leaving?

You’d forgotten that he was in classes the day you’d first moved in. Oh dear.

“Did you think that I’m leaving?”

“Are you not leaving?”

“Obviously not!”

Why would you pay extra to have the courier come up to such a rural area with your stuff only to move out?

Minhyun drops the cup he was holding, spilling tea over the wood chipped floor as the cup rolls towards your feet, the stain seeping through the layers magically disappearing to leave only fragrant mist behind

“But- how?” Why?

“I’m staying with you.” The tone of finality in your voice surprising you as well.

“But your parents- your home-“

“I got accepted at your institute under special circumstances!”

You weren’t giving up anything! What was repeating four months of classes compared to Minhyun?

“Why-?” Why would you give up such normalcy for me?

“Can you not tell that... That you’re the only reason I have to stay?”

Was this why he’d kept this distance? Only reaching out for you when you’d reached for him first? Because he’d thought it temporary… That you’d soon be leaving?

Minhyun stood. Unmoving. As the words wrapped around him, the winds outside stilling and snow fell in slow motion.

“You like me too?”

The words that leave him sound foreign. Unthinkably so. But those words cause him such immense happiness. He’d never had to doubt or cared of what anyone had to feel for him before you.

“Were you always this stupid?”

Oh my god, were you the stupid one for calling the emperor stupid?

Gaping, you search Minhyun for any signs of joking. Only to be struck with genuine inquisition.

“Oh my god, we’re going to have an idiot as emperor.”

Was it not obvious?

“How-“

You’d face palm if it wasn’t so inappropriate and you didn’t want to keep staring at Minhyun. Oh my god, he must have seen you talking to the couriers.

“Why else would I be staying here with you?”

How could someone so smart be so dumb?

“You thought I was leaving again!” You accused, but instead of retaliating Minhyun only exchanges the look of lost on his face to a dopey smile.

And with the way the birds and cicadas have started singing, and the peach blossoms have rebloomed alike to the day you stepped foot on the mountain, you can tell that spring must’ve bloomed outside.

Walking over to hold your hands between his own, warm from his cup, dangling them for too long for your liking. You think that his smile must’ve been the persuasion winter needed to thaw.

“I like you too. I like you so much.”

Pouting, you loosen his hold to wrap your arms around his waist instead, burying yourself on the glistening pelt he has draped over his shoulders as a sign of his status.

“Then just hug me already.”

Smiling when you feel him practically melt into you, you wonder if he knows that he’s spoiling you too often here.

“I’m still in love with you, y/n.” He sat back down from the kneeling position he’d shifted to, lacing his fingers through your own. “Can I say that I love you again?”

“You already said it.”

“I’ll say it many more times, as long as you let me.”

There was a difference between fate and coincidence.

The two of you never lacked fate – but it was too unpredictable. And neither of you all knowing. So he could only rely on coincidence.

“There’s no such thing as coincidence.”

“I know,” his expression looking all too much like a fox’s. “I was intent on seeing you again.” Again and again. Over and over. Until you couldn’t find yourself without him by your side.

You stand, surprisingly steady on your feet. To press a kiss on his lips. Fleeting love imprinted on the corner of his mouth. Over before it’s barely begun. But the touch of your warmth lingers on Minhyun and he can tell that something lingers on your mind. A hint of negativity clouding the moment of gentle happiness.

“You were a princess last time.” He says to distract you, and in the depths of his eyes, you could hear the tender words he left out. I spent countless summers looking for you went unsaid.

You didn’t think you’d talk about it at such a moment.

“Thank-you for waiting.” It hadn’t occurred to you that Minhyun might’ve tried to search for you because of something you’d said off-handedly as a kid. You’ve met your fair share of girls claiming to be princesses at soirees and conferences (not that they necessarily weren’t).

And the two of you had been so young. You didn’t think he’d remember.

“Why did you say so?”

You winced, embarrassed. How were you supposed to explain that your younger self was ecstatic over the idea of marrying a prince and becoming a princess – too caught up in the romantic fantasy to understand the notion of fairytales - to care about marrying for love. Too young to understand that you were a princess consort.

How were you supposed to know what an engagement entailed and how titles worked? In the books - love was supposed to be a war. The greatest trial. No one ever finds their soulmates so easily.

Just like that. Like this. Where all you’d wanted was him. From beginning to end. Always him. Everything just fell in place.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lie.” Pouting, this didn’t seem fair! Minhyun must’ve known from the start after all! “How was I supposed to know that I was talking to the prince!”

“Crown prince,” he corrected. Lips pursed in a tight smile, so charmingly fox-like, your heart flips a few times. Being spoiled by him surely shouldn’t be good for your health. “There’s nothing stopping you from regaining your title.” Minhyun teased, falling in thought, before a grin spreads. “Barring marriage.”

“Firstly, I was never a princess so I can’t regain the title; and secondly, urgh-“ You dreaded the idea of having to explain to your parents after the ruckus you’ve caused that you’d like to keep the engagement. Or to talk of your love life with them. “Let’s keep that talk for the future.”

“Unless you don’t want to?” He feigns a look of ignorance, rubbing the bottom of his chin between his thumb and index finger. “We could run away to the mountains…”

“Minhyun… We’re already in the mountains.”

“Live off our own vegetables…”

You glanced at the open garden past the sliding doors to reveal the round patches of cabbage waiting to be frost kissed, edamame beans ready to be harvested, and colourful batches of sweet and spicy peppers. The persimmons looked too creamy to be collected just yet.

“Do our own cleaning…”

“As if you didn’t do that already.” Rolling your eyes, you’d seen him ushering the maids out to do so himself after deeming them not complacent enough at their paid jobs!

“And name the hundreds of koi fish we have in our free time.” Bursting into giggles, you poked him right under his ribs, in which he responds by wriggling away and throwing you off his lap.

“You want to retire already?”

“No. But if you want to, we can. I’ll just be a puppet king and let the counsel decide everything.”

Sighing, you realize that this is what it’s really about.

“Minhyun-“

“You know you can’t lie to me.” Granted. He lacked Sungwoon’s power to differentiate truth and falsity, but with you – he didn’t need anything.

“Why do you try to carry the realms on your shoulders?

“So that my arms can be yours’ only.”

Trust him to try and cheer you up when it was his authority and likeness being mocked.

“Will you blame me if I fail?”

You really wish he’d stop trying to pretend that he was fine.

“No. I will raise you above them all.”

If there was one thing that didn’t make sense to you, it was how easy sound travelled through the palace. It was the reason for Minhyun staying in his own quarters by the gardens instead of the main branch and the servants leaving the place after sun down, to protect the intense privacy of the palace.

It’d made sense in the olden days, before the abilities of each race could be used to complement each other and before technology become incorporated with the magical realm, as it ensured the translucency and fairness of the monarchs – but it was more of liability now.

Because now, it meant that the elders – still stuck in their war time idealities and pre-treaty prejudices could talk about the man you loved in whatever light they wanted to paint, knowing full well that the servants could hear them, and that above all – Minhyun would hear them.

You know he must’ve. Seeing the cold fires of Aristotle, blue-green flames of damp white woods; the foxfires had pulsed alarmingly bright and drifted towards you to protect and warn of a stranger as they sensed your unease.

“You know you don’t have to listen to them.”

“I know.” He smiles, and that only makes you hurt more. To see someone so kind having to deal with such pressure. “I grew up with it. But you haven’t, y/n. There’s no point in giving weight to their gossip.”

“But they-“ They were talking about you. Right in front of me. As if they knew I was a weakness they could exploit.

“Which is well within their right. You don’t have to fight my battles. Just being here by side is more than enough.”

You wish it was. You wish that you could be as much support to him as he was to you. Yet, the gentle way he looks at you, lashes a curtain, and the careful touches he leaves on your skin make you feel like he does know.

“Sometimes I just worry that they’re taking advantage of your kindness.”

“My kindness is only for you to take advantage of.”

Blushing, you’d have hit him if you weren’t so touched. Why was he so good at dissipating worry in you? To be able to assure you with only a few words?

“You’re getting too good at this. Why do you always have the right words when I need them the most?” I just wish I could help you with what you hold dear too.

“Words can only have a positive effect if and when you are ready to listen.”

“See, you’re doing it again.” Downplaying his importance. “It’s not just words… Everything about you is comforting.”

You hugged him a little tighter, trying to show him just how important he is, hoping he knows how much you care. Because you do. A lot. And you hate to think that he thinks that he likes he more when he means so much to you.

“And you’re doing it again too. Flattering me.”

Not enough. You think.

“If you’re worth anything in the future, you are worth something now. All those that make you feel lesser are doing it because they are lesser than you – a lesser person. Hwang Minhyun, you have the biggest heart out of everyone I know – and maybe it because you have large hands,” you throw in when you see the doubtful look he’s wearing. “But wheat is wheat, even if they tell you it’s grass in the beginning.”

“Did you just compare me to wheat?” He laughed, mouth wide in disbelief.

“Is that all you got out of what I said?!”

The nerve of him! Future ruler of the realms be damned-

He threaded his hand over yours until palms touched.

“And that you like my hands.”

The pointed glare you give him would have made a lesser fox cower, however many tails they may have between their legs.

“I swear, Hwang Min-“ You let him pull you back onto his lap, resisting the urge to bury yourself closer. Letting him rest his chin on your head. Rubbing circles over your skin.

“What else I have gathered...”

He pulled away to hold your locked hands by his lips, leaving them there to ghost for a moment, brushing over slim fingers with the barest hint of a kiss.

”Shall I also tell you that I fell a little more in love with you? Or will that give you too much power over me?”

Power my ass, you’d have shouted if it was anyone other than Minhyun. That man-boy rendered you speechless too often for your liking. He was the one that transcended yin and yang, future emperor of the magical realms.

The one who had power over you.

“You’re still the same as when we were younger, not even two weeks of meeting again and you’re already saying you love me.”

“But I do!” Minhyun’s eyes disappear as he laughs, as if the mere thought of him not being enamoured by you was the most ludicrous thing he'd ever happened upon.

“You’re in luck then,” auspicious things, these fox spirits. Always got what they wanted.

You bumped your nose against his in protest, giggling a little when he scrunches his face and shivers at the unexpected show of affection at such a sensitive spot.

It’s too late to try and leave now even if you want to, you lament. No creature should be blessed the power of having all the stars align in their favour. But Minhyun has already built a home in your heart and stayed.

“I love you too.”

note. it’s written in 酉陽雜俎 that nine-tailed fox spirits can transcend yin/yang. if you’ve read other instalments of this series, you’ll know that yin/yang is the basis of energy in-universe, so the fact that minhyun transcends them means that he’s the most powerful as far as abilities go – hence, the emperor title.

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