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leelysian · 3 years

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Hyunjin as your older brother AU 💖✨

genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k

warnings: swearing

Disclaimer: I do not personally know Hyunjin. This work is purely fiction and my own idea. I took inspiration from his on screen persona. Please do not translate or re-upload my work.

☆ Let's start with you as babies.

☆ Hyunjin wasn’t too bothered with the idea of having a sibling.

☆ When your parents first broke the news to him, he was pretty indifferent.

☆ Your parents honestly thought he’d throw a tantrum or something but indifference was something they didn’t have in mind.

☆ They slowly tried warming up to the idea of having a younger sibling to him, things like protecting them, taking care of them, sharing things with them etc.

☆ He wasn’t too keen on sharing.

☆ Your parents diverted his mind from that thinking they’d deal with it later when it came to that in the future.

☆ Initially Hyunjin would be nonchalant but once he saw how invested your parents were for your arrival- creating a nursery, making baby clothes, buying baby stuff etc. Hyunjin slowly got more curious.

☆ Y’all know how his unnerving stare is, he’d just stare wide eyed in blatant curiousity at his parents preparing things.

☆ He’d look at his mum eating weird things to satisfy her pregnancy cravings with disgust and sometimes mild curiousity.

☆ “Why are you eating *insert craving*?” he’d ask. “Baby likes them.” your mum would say. "Oh. Baby's weird."

☆ That would make her laugh.

☆ Days pass by and finally the third trimester arrives. The baby is healthy and kicking.

☆ The fam was watching tv one fine evening when your mum felt a kick and gasped. Both dad and son jump up "What's wrong?"

☆ "Thebabykicked!" she said quickly in a word vomit. "What?" "THE BABY JUST KICKED!"

☆ *cue the freaking out*

☆ She grabbed Hyunjin's tiny hand and pressed it against her big bump when Hyunjin gasped in shock. "WOAH! BABY REALLY KICKED MUM!"

☆ "You were like that too, son." your dad would tell him. "I was?" he'd ask and point to himself and both your parents hummed in agreement.

☆ "You should talk to baby more, I'm sure baby can hear you." your mum told him as she ruffled his hair. "Okay mum."

☆ Thus, in random times he'd say things like "Come quickly." "I can't wait to see you." "I'm eating *insert food*, I think you'll like it but you have to come quick."

☆ Occasionally, he'd cuddle with your mum and rub her belly with lotion or body oil and he'd feel another kick which resulted in the room filling up with giggles.

☆ "Stop kicking mum so much, you'll hurt her." he'd scold. "It's okay baby. I'll be fine." your mum would say.

☆ Finally, the time for your birth came. Hyunjin was somewhat calm but inside he was all sorts of jittery with nervous excitement.

☆ After your parents had a moment with newborn you, Hyunjin was lifted up on the bed by your dad.

☆ The entire time he was quiet but wide eyed in barely concealed curiousity.

☆ Your mum gently placed you in his arms and your dad supported his arms so you were held securely.

☆ Hyunjin stared at you. Your eyes were closed. He raised a small hand and stroked your soft cheek and you stirred so he quickly pulled away.

☆ You opened your eyes into uneven slits and yawned and he smiled. "Cute hehe."

☆ He stroked your cheek again and your even tinier hand grabbed his finger. He gently shook your hand and rocked you in his arms.

☆ Hyunjin vowed he'd protect his new sibling. "He’s/she’s so small." he couldn't help but wonder out loud. "They grow quickly." your dad said.

☆ Fast forward, you were growing, and soon you started to babble and crawl.

☆ Hyunjin would always be keeping an eye on you.

☆ As all babies do, you had a habit of putting everything in your mouth. Everything.

☆ "NO Y/N DON'T EAT THAT." he exclaimed as you were about to put some sort of scum you found on the floor from your crawling adventure in your mouth

☆ He'd scream suddenly graced with the scene of you playing with the toilet water.

☆ Since you have the tendency to put everything in your mouth. He took a sour candy and handed it to you.

☆ You stared at the small, weird, colourful thing. He waited for you to do something.

☆ You put it in your mouth, grimaced heavily, dropped it from your mouth and frowned.

☆ Hyunjin had the time of his life and his stomach hurt from laughing so much.

☆ He'd walk and do things, you'd always follow him.

☆ He tried teaching you how to walk. Standing with you at arm's length as he held your shoulders.

☆ You took quite a few tumbles but he was there to catch you and cushion your fall.

☆ Then he took a different approach and stood behind you as he held your shoulders while you walked.

☆ Slowly with help from Hyunjin and your parents you learned to walk. Now the following became easier.

☆ If he went left, you went left. If he went right, you went right, if he ran then you ran. Then you'd stumble, fall and cry but Hyunjin would laugh and help you stand up.

☆ Soon, you learned how to climb and it was chaos everyday which made your parents exasperated and Hyunjin want to pull his hair out.

☆ "Y/N GET DOWN FROM THERE. THAT'S DANGEROUS!" as if you understood what he was saying. You giggled gleefully.

☆ Once your mum cut your hair. It was so bad. Hyunjin cried because you looked ugly.

☆ Which made you cry.

☆ Both of you were crying. “MUM WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N’S HAIR?”

☆ You’d bother him when he was doing something wanting to be involved. He could be playing a game and you’d grab at him to get his attention. “Y/n stop!” he’d grumble.

☆ this is a true story. My mum cut my hair when I was like 1 and my older brother cried because it was so bad and I cried too

☆ Fast forward, you two are older but you’re still a smol child.

☆ You two played hide and seek. You picked the most obvious places to find.

☆ Hyunjin definitely knew where you were hiding because you always chose the same 3 spots but he'd pretend not to know.

☆ Just so he could jumpscare you. *cue the Hyunjin HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE laugh

☆ TICKLE FIGHTS!!!!

☆ Once Hyunjin was playing games. You went to him because your mum told you to go play for an hour. Hyunjin said no. “MUM HYUNJIN WON’T LET ME PLAY!” “Y/n you can play later. It’s okay.” Hyunjin has a smug look.

☆ Hyunjin reaches to grab the remote to watch tv, you snatch it before he could. “Please let me watch!” he’d ask. “You didn’t let me play before, I’m not giving up the remote.” you say and hug the remote to your chest.

☆ “You can go play now.” he put an innocent face. “No.” you refused. “What if I let you play tomorrow?” he asked but you didn’t budge. He did this way too many times. “How about I get you your favourite candy and you can play tomorrow?”

☆ “How do I know you’re not lying?” you interrogated. “I promise.” he said. You mulled it over for a while. “Fine.” you toss the remote and rush to play your game.

☆ Next time you were watching tv, Hyunjin didn’t let you play again. This time you were watching your favourite program.

☆ He snatched the remote and changed the channel. “HEY I WAS WATCHING THAT! GIVE IT BACK!” Of course he raised it out of your reach, “I’m watching now.”

☆ “If you won’t let me watch then you can’t either.” you’d move and block the tv’s receiver. He’d chastise you, “Y/n go away or else.”

☆ “I’m telling mum.” you marched. “OKAY FINE HERE” he’d exclaim and give you the remote.

☆ He loved teasing you. As a kid you were a picky eater. Hyunjin didn’t complain as much as you, of course because he’s more mature.

☆ “Y/n you should eat your vegetables. Carrots are good for your eyesight. You don’t want to start wearing glasses now do you?” your mum would lecture you.

☆ “Yeah y/n, be like me. I have good eyesight. You watch too much tv as well. That’s not good.” he’d snicker and you’d glare at him. “You play games all day which is worse.”

☆ “Hwang Hyunjin, is that true? You should be studying more.” your dad would start lecturing him and Hyunjin would glare at you for that while you smiled triumphantly.

☆ Lowkey bullied you by calling you nicknames.

☆ He’d ruffle your hair playfully but 9/10 times it was annoying for you.

☆ You two would wake up together early morning on the weekends to watch morning cartoons.

☆ Cuddle together under the same blanket until you fell asleep again because you woke up very early.

☆ He’d stand innocently somewhere, you would walk past him and he’d either pull your hair from behind or push you. “HEY!”

☆ He was probably the one who told you some childhood fantasy is a lie. Like the tooth fairy is not real. “Oops.”

☆ Fast forward you’re tweens/teens/young adults

☆ Hyunjin was tolerable but still annoying, as expected of a big brother.

☆ One of his tics were hogging the bathroom for long periods of time.

☆ It got worse because he hit puberty and now he’s OBSESSED with his hair.

☆ You’re going to the bathroom to freshen up, it’s the morning, you have school and he intercepts you quickly and locks the door. “5 minutes y/n!” You bang on the door, “HYUNJIN GET OUT! I’M GONNA BE LATE!”

☆ You need to pee, he’s already in the bathroom. “HYUNJIN GET OUT I NEED TO PEE REALLY BAD! PLEASE!”

☆ He steals your charger. “What’s your percentage at Hyunjin?” “I can’t find my charger, but mine’s at 76%.” “WHAT THE HELL GIMME MY CHARGER MY PHONE’S AT 23%”

☆ You’re chilling in your room. He barges in without knocking.

☆ “Can’t you knock?” you sigh.

☆ “Which shirt should I wear?” You choose one. “Okay thanks.” he says and leaves without closing the door.

☆ “HYUNJIN CLOSE THE DOOR!”

☆ He barges in without knocking to tell you something. He leaves but not before grabbing something closest to him and throwing it at your face.

☆ And once again, he leaves without closing the door. “HYUNJIN CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR!” haven’t you ever heard of closing the damn door nOOO

☆ You’re sleeping. He sneaks into your room. Plays something really loud. You fall off the bed. He bursts out laughing, clutching his stomach. “HYUNJIN I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

☆ He shakes a soda can. You walk in. “Hey y/n you want this?” You shrug, “Yeah sure.” You take it from him and open the can.

☆ PSSSSSHHHHH

☆ And you’re sprayed in sticky liquid, it’s up your nose and your eyes.

☆ You get him back of course. Spray some shaving cream on his face and his outstretched hand. Phone recording in hand. “Y/N!”

☆ You undo some of the stitches in his pants while he was in the shower.

☆ He went out wearing them. He bent over.

☆ RRIIIIIIPPP

☆ The thing is he has no idea you’re the reason his pants are torn from his ass.

☆ Since fashion is subjective these days, you two share clothes but mostly you borrowing his.

☆ You sneakily use his perfume/deodorant stash.

☆ He’s having cereal. “Can you pass me the box?” you politely ask. “Hm oh yeah sure.” he hands it to you after he finishes pouring then walks off.

☆ You tip the box and only a handful of cereal bits fall out.

☆ “Think fast!” *throws bottle* and you fail to catch it.

☆ You two take a lot of photos. You take good photos of him and he takes good photos of you. Neither of you half ass this. Photography is serious business.

☆ What’s annoying is that he takes photos with your phone and then tells you to send them to him afterwards.

☆ “Take photos with your OWN PHONE!”

☆ You two dance together at home. Your parents bought just dance for your birthday. And you two have dance battles together.

☆ You two made tiktok videos together.

☆ It’s mostly goofing off though. Hyunjin is always laughing his ass off. *cue HEHEHEHEHEHEHE*

☆ He had a habit of teasing you with embarrassing childhood stories.

☆ “I remember when you were drinking out of the toilet.” he would burst out laughing.

☆ “Yeah well I remember when you nearly shit your pants because of getting your tooth pulled out.” you retorted.

☆ “Oh really?” he’d stand tall and menacing. You pulled a Naruto. “Y/N GET OVER HERE!”

☆ Despite the constant bickering and small *cough* pranks, he was still a reliable brother.

☆ You knew he’d have your back no matter what and he knew you would do the same for him.

☆ He was always looking out for you even if that may not seem like it.

☆ There was never a dull moment in your house because of you two acting like cat and mouse.

☆ He’d sometimes say comforting things when things got too hard for you, if he had nothing to say, his shoulder was free to cry on.

☆ But that’s something you’d never change. Yet.

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gutterdreams · 6 years

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In A Little While PT 2 [Billy Hargrove]

PART ONE

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Not sure what to make of this*

She still had the light green crayon clutched in her drool soaked hand. Billy noticed the color poking out of Eve’s grip as she laid like a broken starfish on the Berber carpet in Marshall’s basement, sniffling her way out of a temper tantrum. In her defense, this was her first weekend away from her bedroom and with him in his makeshift place. Eve hadn’t slept well the night before, Friday, waking up constantly on the pull out couch and looking around in the dark tentatively. Billy had a feeling his thunder snores kept her up as well and it only motivated him to find his own place where she could have her own room and he would be the only one on the pull-out. At first, Billy figured he would spend his nights in Marshall’s basement for about a month or so while you worked through whatever emotional roadblock you were sitting in front of. If there was a possibility of this separation being permanent, Billy hadn’t realized it yet. Billy swallowed his unimpressed sigh with a last sip from a warm beer. His eyes glanced away from his upset two year old on the floor, one of her bare while the other still donned a red and yellow sock. He had no idea where in the last few hours the left sock had gone. Billy studied the mess they had made on the small oak table that Marshall and him had carried down in preparation of his weekend with Eve. A pack of twenty four crayons was split open, wax utensils everywhere. Eve’s paper was colored with a reckless scribble of different primary colors. She was just about to move onto secondary shades when she flipped out. Billy’s beer can was sitting finished beside the pink sip cup that you had packed for her in an overnight bag. Eve had lifted the plastic drink cup up to her Dad’s face while he was halfheartedly drawing spiders on his loose-leaf, silently asking for more milk with her eyes. When he said that she could have water instead, Eve erupted.

That was four minutes ago and Billy had just sat in the grey fold out chair and pretended to ignore her. This was all part of the age, he had to tell himself, it was not personal. “Are you ready to come back and talk?” Billy kept his voice straight and asked between her hiccuped sniffles. He couldn’t make out much of her face from where he was sitting, but he could tell it was stained with tears and run away snot. He hated the conversation part after, explaining to her the situation and it’s resolution. It came naturally to you where as he always felt like he was guessing and accidentally fucking her up somehow. It wasn’t as if Billy’s childhood had equipped him with a guide for parenting success. “No.” Stubborn, just like her father who gave her her curly hair that made her ponytails look like they belonged on a cartoon pig’s bottom, Eve grumbled to the speckled ceiling. “Do you want to go on a time out?” Truthfully, he thought that was what her freak out was. Billy suggested the break thinking it would help her large emotions pass. It wasn’t meant as punishment. As an adult, Billy had to out himself on time outside frequently. “No.” Again, she said perfectly coherently from the ground. “Well, you let me know when you’re ready to play nice.” With a soft groan, Billy told her and pushed himself off from the uncomfortable chair. He left the crayons everywhere on the table for them to both to clean up after and carried his beer can with him, planning to throw it out in exchange for a new, colder one. “I miss mom.” Leaning her face into the carpet, Eve whined, saliva bubbling from her small heart shaped lips. This was the longest she could recall ever being away from you. Of course, there had been the week you and Billy drove to San Diego for a friend’s wedding, but Eve was only eight months then. That time, you were the blubbering mess. Billy felt like he would drive five miles and you would be asking him to stop at the next pay phone to call your mom and make sure everything was fine. “You’ll see her tomorrow.” From across the room, he assured her. “I want her now!” Eve demanded, throwing her crayon holding fist down into her overall clad tummy. “Well, you have one more sleep.” The can crushed easily in his hand and he dropped it down in the formerly empty black can. “I want her now! I want mom!” “Eve…” His voice let off one warning, making her given name sound as if it was many letters longer than it actually was. “Daddy, I want mom!” She was a few more whines away from round two of the temper tantrum that he thought he had already survived. They always tugged on his heart even when they were at the peak annoying. “Well, too bad.” Billy grumbled childishly and walked over to where she was tossing her head from side to side. He sat down slowly beside her, legs extended in front of him under his grey sweatpants. Billy placed a hand under each of her arms to pick her up, planning to change his approach and comfort her in a tight, long hug against his chest instead of sitting it out. This was a big change for both of them and, if he required some sensitive care, he had to give her the same. Instead of giving into her father’s touch, Eve began to kick out her legs and made her body a wiggling brick - impossible to pick up. It frustrated Billy instantly and he stopped even trying to pick her up. “Eve, you’re really hurting my fucking feelings!” His temper was lost and emotions that he hadn’t even processed in his brain were released over top of her protests. In under a nanosecond, Billy felt like an idiot and wished that he could punch himself all the way through the face. The last time he swore around her she was still just a diaper clad potato, yawning against your shoulder on the porch while you watched him stubbornly fiddle with the BBQ that you had inherited second hand. “I miss mom!” The little girl wailed, proving her lungs were bigger than anyone would have imagined. “I know. Me too.” Soft as a feather filled pillow, Billy cooed to her and met her frustration with his own. He fixed one hand behind her head and pat her frizzy hair lightly until she curled into his touch and was using his thigh like a security blanket. Eve wiped her sticky face against the comfortable material of his pants and whimpered into it, releasing the crayon in order to hold the material of his clothes closer to her face. Billy just kept patting her head down to her back, offering some support as he silently wished you were here with him. He missed when it was the two of you on the floor, watching Eve find interest in every little fleck of for around her. When she was first born, Billy freaked out over how expensive everything was, but he quickly found that you two didn’t need to go on date nights to the movies and Eve didn’t require fancy toys. You two sat up on the couch with one another, entertained by how genuinely fascinated the little girl was with how the corner of coffee tables tasted and the way bubble wrap popped under her small feet. Billy wished he could go back in time and tell himself relax, tell himself to breathe, that nothing would ever be that perfect again. Once Eve calmed down, Billy decided to take the road less active. He helped her out of her overalls and an old Henley that had once been Max’s and let her drown in the same white undershirt of his that she wore to bed the night before. Eve snuggled up on the pull out mattress with her stuffed rabbit, one grey floppy ears perpetually crusty from being sucked on nightly, while Billy wrestled with the VCR and TV. They would watch a movie instead of task themselves with anything more stimulating. Mentally, Billy thought they would have the best weekend together. They didn’t need you. He would feed her throughout the day (nothing microwaved), go to the park every day, and laugh every other minute. Instead, it had been hard on both his and Eve’s hearts. They needed to just veg. He found Milo & Otis in Marshall’s movie selection that mostly consisted of R rated comedies. Yawning before it even came on, Billy headed over to the bed they shared and climbed in, still clothed, behind Eve. Right away, she leaned into his chest while popping a red grape into her both from the plastic dish Marshall’s girlfriend had supplied her from the upstairs kitchen. Billy kissed the top of her head and made room under his arm for her to cuddle closer. He took in the first two minutes of the movie, but naturally drifted off to another place mentally. At first, his brain went through an upcoming project at work on Monday. Having his own company was a twenty-four seven job, but in a way, being a single parent at the moment helped him to slow down. He couldn’t work every weekend now or else he would never see Eve. When he contemplated the silver lining of the separation, Billy just thought of you. A small smile curled into his face as Eve giggled at the puppy on the screen, but he went right back to wondering what you were doing, where you were, and if you were wondering about him as well. “Daddy?” Eve’s small voice, fresh from swallowing a cold grape, shook him out of his daydreams. He looked down and saw her head leaning back and her big blue eyes waiting for his attention. “Hmm?” “Lay down now?” She asked, looking to use his long legs and firm torso as her own play structure to fumble over. “Please?” Right at the end, Eve remembered to throw in. Slowly, Billy relaxed and agreed to her request as he wanted to whenever he could. He scooted behind her and pressed her shoulders into the couch’s back. Eve wasted no time making herself comfortable. She crawled between his knees, eyes never leaving the movie playing, and then laid down flat against his chest as if he was her very own personal chair. The grape dish was by his feet, forgotten by the little girl. Her sticky fingers gripped his knee while the other played in the grape dish mindlessly. This wasn’t what Billy wanted. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, but as he felt Eve’s head push into his stomach, he knew it could have been worse. If she was okay, he could be okay too.

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