#sangwoo fluff

[ahsxual]

Hi! Your writing is wonderful, and I wanted to wish you the best of luck on your exams in advance 🥰 could you imagine the stoic Sang-woo proposing to his girlfriend? Idk the idea of him being in a relationship and coming to terms with his emotions fascinates me. Thanks!

Sweet Proposal

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,2k

A/N: Awww thank you, dear anon! I truly appreciate your kind words, it means the world to me 🥺💓 I have to say that I agree with you and I absolutely loved your idea for this request! I hope you enjoy my writing and I wish you the best <33 I wrote this request a long time ago and never posted it idk why, but here goes (my apologies🥺)

You and Sang-woo have been dating a few years now: you met him through his mother, the woman who you visited everytime you passed by her store and who you always bought something fresh to eat. Her products were of great quality, besides the fact that she was the kindest woman you have ever met in your entire life. She treated you like her own daughter/son, and since you lived by yourself in south korea, you really appreciated having someone who you could count on. Whenever you had a bad day, you would tell her and she would help you by giving you the best advices from her life experience, so your relationship was pretty close. Until one day, her son visited her, and that's when you met the love of your life.

"Good morning, miss Cho!" you greeted your second mother as you liked to call her, only for her to turn to you with the biggest smile and bright eyes on her face, as always. However, this time she had company.

"Oh, my sweet Y/N! Come here sweetie, please let me introduce you my wonderful son, Cho Sang-woo!" she seemed so excited, in contrast to her son who seemed pretty serious and uncomfortable with the all situation.

"Hey." he simply said with a low, yet neutral tone, making you realize that he was quite the opposite from his mother: she shined even in the darkest days, while he somehow brings darkness wherever he goes to. But the fact that he had such a hard personality to deal with and understand, instead of pushing you away, only made you even more curious about that mysterious man. Besides the fact that he is incredibly handsome, but that's another story.

"Hey there! I'm L/N Y/N, nice to meet you." you put your hand in front of him so you wouldn't be just standing there looking awkwardly at each other. He looked at it for a second, before taking it and shaking it gently, like he was afraid to break your way smaller hand.

"I'm so happy you finally met my son! I'm sure you two will get along just perfectly!" her joy was contagious, yet her own son didn't seem to let his mother's charm get him. You heard her talking about her amazing son so many times, saying how he was a kind man, and extremely intelligent and responsible. Yet, here he is, looking like his life was a complete chaos.

"Yeah, I'm sure we will." you answered shyly, only for him to look at you with a surprised expression. You simply smiled at him, making him blush slightly at your cuteness.

Now you are in the bed with your soulmate by your side, watching him sleep peacefully: who would have known you two would get here? Together?? You didn't know the right answer for that as well, but the truth is that life can really surprise you.

You were Sang-woo’s first love: the only person who stood with him no matter how many problems he had, both professionally and psychologically. You would never give up on him, and that's what made him realize you were the love of his life, the soulmate he was unconsciously looking for so desperately. No one would ever guessed, but one of Sang-woo’s main goals in his life is creating a family who loved and supported him until the end, to feel the happiness and comfort of waking up every day next to his significant other. However, before meeting you, his problem was that he never had the patience or motivation to find love or to continue to please his possible partner until they fell for him. No, he wanted to focus on his professional career first, the rest just being mere details. What made him fall for you, was your dedication to be with him and build a promising life by his side, supporting him and helping him whenever he needed: you were also the first and only person who he told about his fears, insecurities and feelings about certain topics, but only after a few, long months of building trust and courage. And you did the same: you considered him your best friend, because he always helped you with the most racional advices, which were the best in your opinion.

After a few minutes of analyzing lovingly every feature that you knew so well of your loved one, you noticed him moving slightly and groaning from waking up from his precious sleep.

"Good morning, tough guy." you joked, only to receive a confused expression from him just before he rolled his reddish eyes and laugh at the nickname.

"Good morning, babe." his voice was so deep that it made you have inappropriate thoughts, however you knew he was too tired for it right now. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I actually did. As for you, I think I don't even have to ask." you laughed at his still sleepy state, before putting your legs over him and hug his long torso. He pulled you closer, closing the space that separated your hungry lips before kissing you slowly, yet with the perfect amount of passion and love.

"Yeah, I really needed to rest my mind and body from yesterday." you shyly laughed at him before hitting his arm when he reminded you from your passionate love session from the night before.

"You silly!" the moment you called him that, he rolled you over so he could be on top.

"Call me that again and see what happens." he warned you with a serious face, yet you knew him better. He was obviously messing with you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't like his demanding behavior.

"Can you join me in the shower, babe? Please?" you decided to change the subject, giving him the pleading look that you knew he couldn't resist.

"Yeah, sure." he smiled before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. "Just wait for me, I'll be right back."

"Ok, I'll wait for you." you gave him a last peck on his lips, before making your way to the bathroom, unconscious of what was coming for you.

That day your boyfriend invited you to dinner at a fancy restaurant, so you thought it would be a simple date like the many you've had before. But this time, he had promising plans for you and your future together, something you weren't expecting to happen so soon. It was already 7:30 pm, so he called you to hurry so you could be on time at the restaurant.

"I'm coming!" you warned your handsome boyfriend, before you appeared in front of him dressing your favorite date outfit that he bought you a few days ago.

"You look gorgeous, sweetheart." his eyes were full of love, admiration and pride for you, making your heart melt with happiness. You felt so loved at that moment... you still couldn't believe you were dating that man.

"Thank you, love. Let's go." you thanked him, before leaving your house and walk to get into his expensive black car.

You and Sang-woo arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes earlier, so you took your time to sit at your reserved table. The restaurant was outstanding: everyone was dressed nicely and the environment was peaceful and romantic; it was an expensive and well known restaurant from your city, which made you feel important. You also felt really happy to know that your boyfriend took you on a date at a very welcoming and beautiful place: it meant that he really loved you and makes a real effort to build up your relationship by changing your routine from time to time, which was healthy for both of you.

A few hours passed and you talked about everything and anything: your plans for your future together, funny stories that happened in your childhood that you didn't know about, how work was going and who are the people you like or dislike... it was a really nice, yet nostalgic and interesting conversation. After that, he insisted to pay your dinner. You felt bad, so he promised next time you could pay, which you knew he was lying.

When you left the restaurant, hand in hand, he told you that his plans for that night weren't done yet.

"I need you to do something for me, honey." your future husband said as soon as you entered the car. You looked at him suspiciously, waiting for whatever was coming. "Close your eyes." he simply said.

"What? Why would you-"

"Just trust me, ok? It's not like I'll kidnap you or something." he made sure to use his sarcasm to relax you a little bit, indirectly telling you that he wasn't going to do anything bad.

"I wouldn't mind if you did so." your sassy comment made him laugh quietly, before you closed your eyes and heard his car running.

Minutes passed and you were starting to get bored with having your eyes closed for so long. At least his strong grip on your inner thigh kept you entertained during the car trip. Suddenly, you felt the car stop slowly, and that's when you realized you had finally arrived at your destination. You were about to open your eyes, when you felt a smack on your thigh.

"Ah! I didn't say you could open your eyes already, did I?" his demanding tone made you internally scream and blush hard, but you needed to remain calm to not lead things to another way, since you didn't want to ruin the plans he made for you.

He helped you getting out of the car, before putting his hand on your waist to guide you to the place where he would make the big proposal.

"Open your eyes, love." he whispered into your ear. The moment you opened your eyes, tears instantly made their way to your warm cheeks: you could watch and admire each star on the sky, shining in your direction; it was full moon night, which made you think that Sang-woo chose this specific night for that reason; in front of you, you could also see and hear the calm and relaxing dark-blue sea moving at a slow and therapeutical pace. It was the most romantic moment you ever had and even imagined. You were too focus on the ocean and the brilliant stars above you, that you didn't even notice what was written on the sand: "Will you marry me, Y/N?" was written in huge and well marked letters. This made your heart beat at an incredibly fast pace and your vision to go blurry due to the emotional warm tears that wanted to escape from your eyes.

"Baby, what's all of thi-" when you turned around in hope that the man of your life would explain what was happening at that moment, even tho you knew already, you saw him kneeling instead, looking at you nervously with a small black box on his hands which contained a shining ring inside.

"L/n Y/n, I know I'm not the best lover sometimes due to my emotionless personality, however you liberate a more loving, caring and passionate side of me that I never knew I could have until I met you. I never thought I could be so in love with someone... and to be honest, I didn't even know what was love before I kissed you for the first time. I'm sorry for all the times I made you upset, but I promise I'll be a better person for you. So... will you marry me, my love?" you never saw your boyfriend being so open with his feelings, not even towards you, so you knew this was extremely hard for him and that all what he was saying was the pure truth. Also for the first time you noticed Sang-woo cry in front of you, even though he remained with a neutral facial expression.

Deep inside, you knew he feels a lot, he just used this "mask" to hide his vulnerability and pretend he is emotionless. But with you, he doesn't feel the need to pretend to be strong all the time. And that's when he realized it was you who he was going to marry and spend the rest of his life with.

You couldn't help but cry in front of him, his action caughting you by surprise, in a good sense.

"Of course my love, of course I will marry you!! There is nothing I desire more than to have you as my husband." he smiled until his cheeks started to get sore: this moment was unique and special for both of you. You always made him forget any pain he might feel. He quickly stood up and picked up into his arms, spinning you over and over again until you both felt almost dizzy.

That night was unforgettable for both of you, and now that you had a wedding ring on your finger, you couldn't think about anything else than stepping onto the altar and marry the man of your dreams.

#cho sangwoo x y/n #cho sang woo x reader #cho sangwoo #cho sangwoo x reader #cho sang woo #squid game fanfic #sangwoo squid game #squid game fic #squid game imagines #squid game x reader #squid game x y/n #squid game x you #sangwoo x reader #sangwoo x y/n #sangwoo fluff #cho sangwoo x you #squid game fluff #squid game x male reader

[secretsuitcasefanskeleton]

My neighbor Sangwoo

Sangwoo x Reader

Warnings: Sangwoo is a warning himself, but no smut if that's what you're worried about! Though I can make one with smut! MINORS DNI

"Don't you think us being seen together is gonna cause problems?"

"What? You really think I care about that?" Sangwoo said, quirking a smug eyebrow. Hands held in big pockets while towering over you. Closer than you were comfortable with, as your back was pressed against his driver side door.

You didn't know how you found yourself in this position. One minute, you were leaving your small two bedroom house for the bus stop, with your neighbor Sangwoo following you down the road with his grey car, tailing slowly right next to you. Pestering to give you a ride to your shared campus, like some creep.

And the next, you were here. Backed onto the side of his car door, on said campus grounds.

You smacked your teeth while looking away, trying to hide your face in the confines of your hoodie.

"C'mon. I thought you were supposed to be this cool, cold-blooded chick who'd never care what people think?"

You shoved your hands in your pockets, still looking away from his cocky smirk. Of course, you cared what people think. Especially with your livelihood involved.

"It's not about that. I can walk myself to class, you know." You said, slightly irritated. He promised to leave you alone after the ride, and yet here he was pestering you for more. Attention? Reaction? Who knew? It was funny to you, really. He was the one who was kind enough to drive you with him to your classes, and yet he's offered you a lot of things as if you had done him the favors.

Him walking you to class was the last straw, though. The one thing you could do without were rumors, and the people of Korea loved to talk.

Surely, he couldn't be this oblivious.

"You don't want to be seen with me." You stated calmly. Warm breath flowing out into the cold air.

"Look at us. We're two completely different people. I'll just make you look bad."

It wasn't a lie. You were both total opposites, and you were far from what Sangwoo would consider his type. Why was he so persistent in keeping up with you? He couldn't say. He didn't know if he found you worthy of a kill yet either, and he definitely wasn't trying to have a quick fuck.

So why?

"Do yourself a favor, quit hanging on my arm."

Your voice cut into his internal thoughts.

What?

He was starting to get pissed. Who did you think you were? Giving him orders. Especially like that.

Sangwoo did what he wanted when he wanted no matter how unconventional, whether people knew about it or not.

He waited for you to add on, though. Smirk decreasing ever so slowly, as your words processed in his mind. Dark and gloomy eyes following your every movement.

"At least think about me. You're the most wanted and respected guy on this campus. The girls will be giving me a hard time, while the guys are gonna assume the worst, I can only imagine what would happen to you viewed in the same light."

You smiled while looking up at him, hands still in pockets.

"No offense, but I can never seem to catch a break with the people of Korea." You said jokingly. Your Korean coming out perfectly with a slight accent.

How ironic.

You were a foreign loser with no breathtaking attributes. You were the same as everyone else, and yet you were no one. Possibly worse. Even he knew it.

You began to walk off without another word, hands balled up to fists in your pockets as you felt your throat start to burn and vision blur with unwanted liquid.

Fuckin' grief. Not now. Not in front of him. You didn't know why you were getting so worked up anyway. It's not like you liked him. Not even in the slightest.

Must have been the weather.

Somewhere in between, rough and gentle, were you immediately pulled back by your arm, hands still in pockets as you were gently slammed back into the car door. Sangwoo's hand still gripping the top of your arm. Thankfully, the threat of tears had stopped by then.

"Your dress attire may be hot garbage, along with your pessimistic attitude--but to me, I've never met anyone more worth it."

Is what he wanted to say. Is what he could have said.

Sangwoo has never ever been cowardly when it came to spewing out false compliments. Especially towards women.

But you were different, and these compliments were not false.

You did all things opposite from the women he would take home and dissect.

You were considerate, but not so much where you'd disregard yourself. You were funny without even trying. You found no reason in speaking if there was nothing to speak on, enjoying the slience any chance you got. Someone he related to, and to top it all off,

You were the only girl on this dammed campus that didn't want him. Romantically or platoniclly.

And for some reason, some odd, specific reason, he loved it.

He didn't want to admit it, but you were the most interestingly beautiful living thing he's ever wanted to be around and not kill.

Going out of his way, any chance he got to be near you to annoy you. To make you laugh. To piss you off, but not so much to where he'd hurt your feelings.

That's how he knew he was truly wiped for your attention. Sangwoo was the king of hurt. Feelings. Emotional. physical. Mental. It's what he did. But when it came to you, he couldn't find one violent bone in his body. As cliche as it sounds, you take those bad thoughts away.

It was in the movies, the romance novels, the TV shows. Sangwoo witnessed it all. There is always that special someone for everyone who took it all away. Made it better, but never did he believe it. He laughed at the idea. Someone for everyone? His ass.

He never thought meeting someone who did that for him would be possible.

To him, you were like a breath of fresh air in a sea--no, swamp of men and women who all had the same stench.

He couldn't say that these feelings he harbored were romantic, but he wouldn't mind it. Then again, how would he know? He's never had a crush or a true friend.

Would it hurt if you were both, though?

You're staring up at Sangwoo surprisingly. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and eyes blown wide as his right-handed grip on your upper right arm never loosened.

Whatever he was thinking about had him lost in thought as his eyes never broke away from yours. Slight blush on his face, but you chopped it up to the cold weather.

You began to speak, ready to tell him to let you go, but he beat you to it.

"Man, you're a pain in my ass. Quit saying retarded stuff, and let's get to our classes."

He said tiresomely. Yanking your arm slightly forward while he walked. Pulling you close to his side, as he threw his arm around your shoulders after pushing down the hoodie that obscured your face, much to your refusal.

Now, the whole world could see who he was walking with, and anyone who had anything to say could choose to speak then and forever hold their busted jaw in pieces.

Thanks for the read! First time posting fanfic on Tumblr!

#killing stalking #oh sangwoo #oh Sangwoo x reader #fluff #light angst #yoon bum #sangwoo oh killing stalking #yoon bum killing stalking

[smilingangel582]

A cute computer?

Aahhhh, what a lovely series. Semantic error is quite a nice story with an interesting plot and vivid characters of different sorts. My favourite is these boys. SOOO UMMM will season two Come? I'm waiting, but I feel they ended it in S1

Waaaaaaah, but I was hoping for moreeeee.... Welp at least the manga is good, too. And warning spoilers alert unless u watched the series and manga both, but this is before they... oopse I almost spoiled, but u have to read the manga and the series both, OK?

Chu sangwoo was at the far end, Jaeyoung stood in his red attire as usual, trying to be a nuisance to the kid robot.

Ever since the challenge by the younger, who said he doesn't care about Jang Jaeyoung's attempt to waver him or irritate him, he felt a tingle of excitement to get back at the younger.

Jaeyoung was grinning when he sat so close to Sangwoo, who didn't make eye contact but had his robot eyes and cap close to the lecturer rather.

Jaeyoung yawned, not caring or understanding a single word, he was going to lose his mind at any rate, taking classes from subjects he didn't give a damn.

Leaning case to the computing babbles, Jaeyoung nudged Chu sangwoo in attempt to disturb him.

The younger flinched violently glaring now, for the first time bugged by this gesture. Jaeyoung was taken aback by this reaction, he frowned now...

Slowly, he reached to poke Sangwoo, who quickly secured his side without looking at him.

"Sangwoo?" He asked teasingly, now trying to find an opening to poke him. Chu sangwoo was too determined to keep his composure, as he didn't reply at all.

Jaeyoung smirked, now managing to find an opening, and then Sangwoo gasped, now almost attracting the attention of a fellow student in front.

Snickering evilly, "What's this, Sangwoo? Sensitive now, are we?"

Blushing hard, he snapped in a hissing tone, "Save your pranks after lessons! You psycho!"

"But I've never heard you laugh before..." Slowly, he pinched his waist, and Sangwoo doubled over almost bumping his knee. Luckily, no one noticed, but the girl just frowned and ignored them afterwards as she whipped her head front.

Jaeyoung couldn't help choke a laugh at that, he still had a grip on Sangwoo's waist, he wiggled his fingers now earning and jolt this time and swearing "Stohop it!"

It was music to his ears, computer mode Sangwoo honest to god giggled so ....adorably?

It was something he didn't expect from the emo boy. Oh, this is rich!

More earnestly, Jaeyoung used one hand to pull Sangwoo towards him, and the hand still gripping this knee sensitive spot on his hip.

"N-no!" Hissing harshly, Sangwoo didn't realise his sensitivity was this bad even at college. His nuna (older sister in korean) had tickled him to get things and as a weak punishment on him. He hated it, and now the most hated error is tickling him. He's an error!

"Cohome on! Cuhut it, ouhuhut!" He curled to the right where he was being assaulted.

But class was over, and it was a miracle -otherthan the girl who noticed them - that no one noticed.

Sangwoo grumbled now. "That was uncalled for!" But squeaked when Jaeyoung poked his ribs, sending the smaller one pressed on the wall covering his midriff defensively.

"It's cute... ypu should laugh more. " Jaeyoung playfully tapped his nose before leaving him, and Sangwoo felt this virus must be exterminated...by revenge.

#semantic error #semantic error tickle fic #leesangwoo #chu sangwoo #lerJaeyoung #Jang jae young #fluff and tickle #tickle fic

[athousandbyeol]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Semantic Error (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chu Sangwoo/Jang Jaeyoung Characters: Chu Sangwoo (Semantic Error), Jang Jaeyoung Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Romantic Comedy, Dorks in Love, Character Study, Introspection, Post-Canon, Restaurants, sangwoo visits jaeyoung at the restaurant he works for, and jaeyoung serves him a lavish dinner, (that's basically the plot), Comfort, Light-Hearted, Food, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Attempt at Humor, Idek what this is honestly, colours as metaphors Series: Part 5 of for jangchu Summary:

the younger looks at him with a subdued glimmer in his eyes that hypnotises jaeyoung in his wake. those hidden emotions are so profound and blaring that they cage jaeyoung in this frenzy of madness. so many oh's in his life, and he's going insane. utterly. hopelessly.

"there's... there's something so red about you... that makes me so... blue."

jaeyoung doesn't understand shit.

"huh?"

sangwoo strides closer, three steps into jaeyoung's territory, and asks, "can i kiss you?"

#semantic error #시맨틱 에러 #jang jaeyoung #chu sangwoo #jaeyoung x sangwoo #sangwoo x jaeyoung #semantic error fanfic #jangchu #park seoham #park jaechan #suamchan #fluff #post-canon #established relationship #romantic comedy #romantic fluff #fluff and humour #i just miss jangchu #reading semantic error manhwa gives me all the feels //again #i hope we can see them on screen again after seoham returns from the army... #they're so cute honestly #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #mood: fifty fifty - cupid #na writes #for jangchu

[rhysiana]

(A small bit of fluff for @annundriel.)

The call ends. Chu Sangwoo lets out a long, measured breath and reminds himself that an important part of project management is and always will be dealing with interactions like that so his designers and lower-level programmers won’t have to. It would distract them. This is his job. His responsibility. He lets out another slow breath and acknowledges the adrenaline response. Everything is fine.

He turns his chair away from his desk, intending to get some water, and finds Jang Jaeyoung staring at him. This by itself isn’t that unusual, but he’s also frowning a little, which is bad. Is there another problem? Did Sangwoo miss something?

“Do you want a hug?” Jaeyoung asks, mystifyingly.

“What?”

“That call seemed stressful. Do you want a hug?”

Now it’s Sangwoo’s turn to frown. “I handled it.”

Something happens to Jaeyoung’s face as he stands up, something Sangwoo has never been able to define even though it happens a lot when Jaeyoung looks at him, but it always leaves him feeling both embarrassed and warm and Jaeyoung on the edge of a smile, so he’s decided it’s probably good. He’s still trying to categorize it (again) when Jaeyoung pulls him up too.

“Well, that was stressful for me to listen to, so I’m going to hug you now. Okay?”

Sangwoo sees no problem with this proposal. He doesn’t generally object to Jaeyoung’s hugs, provided they’re in an appropriately non-public setting. “Okay.”

And then he’s being enveloped in one of Jaeyoung’s full-body hugs. He’s never met anyone else who hugs the way Jaeyoung does. His face is pressing gently against Jaeyoung’s shoulder; Jaeyoung’s hand cups the back of his neck and strokes his hair just a bit; Jaeyoung’s other arm is providing just the right amount of squeezing pressure across his back. Sangwoo feels all the tension spilling out of him, including tension he didn’t even know he had. He absurdly wonders if it’s possible for a person to melt.

He lets out another breath, more of a relieved sigh really, directly into Jaeyoung’s chest this time, and the hand around his neck squeezes just a bit. Supportively.

“Better?” Jaeyoung asks, not releasing the hug.

Sangwoo manages a nod.

Another gentle squeeze. “Good.”

Jaeyoung pulls back a little now, to look down at him. “You know you can just ask, right?”

“Ask what?”

“Ask for a hug any time you want one. I’m your boyfriend.” He says the last bit in an obnoxious sing-song, just to be annoying. He’s grinning, and it only gets bigger when Sangwoo blushes.

Sangwoo pokes him in the side in retaliation just to see him jump and looks away. “I know.” And he does. It would just never occur to him to ask. He’s pretty sure Jaeyoung knows that.

Jaeyoung leans down to whisper in his ear. “If I could, I’d hug you all the time.”

“Jang Jaeyoung!” Sangwoo scolds, face flaming, as if he’d said something truly salacious. He pulls away to finally head to the fridge to get that water, but really he’s thinking about how often Jaeyoung finds a way to tangle them together when they’re sitting next to each other at home, even when they’re working on completely separate things.

He cracks the seal on the bottle of water and drinks more than he really needs to, buying a little time before he has to turn around again. Sometimes seeing the way Jang Jaeyoung smiles at him is just too much.

When he feels slightly more in control, he crosses back to where Jaeyoung is now leaning back against Sangwoo’s desk, watching him. Sangwoo leans back against the desk too, nudging Jaeyoung with his shoulder a bit.

Jaeyoung’s arm comes up around him immediately, tucking Sangwoo into his side. Sangwoo risks a look up at him from the corner of his eye, and oh, the too-soft smile is back. He looks back down at the water bottle and leans a little more firmly.

Maybe he can learn to ask.

[Now also on AO3: Embrace]

#fluff #semantic error #chu sangwoo #jang jaeyoung #rhys's stuff #I didn't even proofread this I just typed it directly into the void

[bwreedable]

Characters i'll write for!

-Orphan First Kill

Gunnar Albright

-Scream (1996)

Billy Loomis

-All of us are dead

Yoon Gwi-nam

Lee Su-hyeok

Min Eun-ji

- Killing-Stalking

Oh-sangwoo

Yoonbum

more coming

i'll write more other characters, if u have any requests on what characters i should write on please send a request!🫶🏼

Type of Fan-fictions i'll write

-Darkfic

-Yandere

-Mafia

-Angst

-Fluff

#mafia romance #yandere #angst #fluff #dark fic #new writer boost #oh sangwoo #scream #billy loomis #horror #cw: gore #Spotify

[gurlbesimpin]

I have this idea for a while, and thought if you are okay with it. It is similar to my previous story. Maybe the Gender Neutral reader gives Gi-hun a relaxing (SFW) massage after he had a very tiring and exhausting day?

Sorry for late response to this. Have been really busy😭❤️

Calming your nerves (gihun x gender!neutral reader)

"hey baby-"

You said as you heard your boyfriend enter the room after his 8 hour day of work. Without saying a word, he dropped his jacket and bag on the couch, heading towards the bathroom. It was unusual that your boyfriend didn't respond to your cute words of worship.

So you immediately suspected he had a hard, and painful day at work. You heard his coughs as the shower turned on, you not feeling like having to lecture him on bit water that day...

He always showered in steaming hot water, you can't keep that up for too long before your water bill is more expensive than rent itself.

You decided to do him a little favor after a hard day, and prepared a sandwich for him. The both of you didn't have much money, so sandwiches were pretty much all you ate-

Not that gihun minded, he's grateful for anything.

After a few minutes, ghr water shut off, and gihun left the bathroom, entering the living room where you sat with his sandwich.

"hey darling... I'm sorry-I had a horrible day at work. How are you?"

He asked, smiling as he sat down beside you.

"could be worse"

You giggled as you handed him his sandwich.

"got some after work food for you hunnie"

He smiled, he smiled wide. The charming crinkles around his eyes lighting up.

His hand rested on your cheek as he pressed a kiss against your forehead before taking the plate, and placing it on the table.

"thank you baby, I'll eat it in a minute alright?"

"is there anything I can do to cheer you up a bit?"

You asked, pouting your lips slightly as a joke, which he understood. He could never get angry at you. Not his precious angel. Never.

"no sweetheart. Just being here is enough for me"

Raising an eyebrow, you chuckle.

"I could give you a massage. Your tired back could really deserve it"

Now it's his turn to laugh. It does happen often that you call him old, often because of the age gap, but he never minded. He thought it was cute, adorable, and funny.

"sure, I'm not opposed to that"

He stated, slowly turning around, facing his back towards you. He was wearing no shirt which made it easier to find the many sore spots from working too much.

Gently starting at his shoulders, you make you way towards the center of his back, squeezing the skin in a relaxing motion.

"that alright?"

You asked, as you upped the pressure a bit more. Focusing all of your strength on the knots in his muscles, making him let out a long sigh of release.

All that stress from work and life in general, all gone at once.

"yes, that's alright"

He responded, his voice deep and slightly raspy as it always was. You always imagined gihun to be the perfect man to read stories, his voice was so deep, so soothing-

"what happened at work today?"

You asked, now moving between his shoulders, squeezing the skin as you tightly massaged it.

"not much, just my boss had a bad day I suppose... I came in and just starting going off"

"and here I am, thinking that being a chauffeur is a easy, well paid job... Guess I'm wrong"

You answered actually meaning what you said.

"it can be hard at times"

Gihun chuckled, gently shaking you off his back. You looked at him confused as he turned to see you. His facial expression depicted his loving side, the side you loved of him the most.

"thank you darling. I don't know what I'd do without you"

He said, as his lips met yours for a passionate kiss, filled with adoration, and his and your appreciation for each other.

His hand stated on your waist, as you snuggled close

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[carmenlire]

Flex on Me

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Sangwoo’s never been one to focus and prioritize physical appearance.

He had a very simple skincare routine that he’d researched thoroughly to both be most efficient and cost-effective. He likes knowing that whenever he reaches into his closet, his clothes have already been chosen with comfort and maximum wearability in mind– he can easily mix and match and the dark colors and muted patterns fade into the background.

Food was energy and Sangwoo ate regular meals, going so far as to set alarms during particularly busy times, to keep his body and mind running at optimal levels and because he had a tendency to forget to eat when he was so engrossed in schoolwork and other projects.

Sangwoo didn’t think he was exceptionally attractive. He didn’t think about his body or appearance at all on an aesthetic level. No one had ever expressed an opinion either way. All he knew was that his clothes were comfortable, his routine remained efficient, and his body was proficient at getting him from point A to point B.

Blackholic was his one vice. There had been one day during his freshman year when the vending machine had run out of the canned coffee. Unwilling to accept a substitute, Sangwoo had simply forgone any caffeine that day.

It was a regrettable decision.

By the time he’d made it to his afternoon Introduction to Computer Programming class, his headache had been excruciating. His temples ached and he was having trouble focusing on whatever the professor was explaining.

Sangwoo knew that he was going through caffeine withdrawal but he enjoyed the taste of Blackholic and going to the vending machine in the morning had quickly become an integral part of his morning routine. So, he accepted the consequences and moved on with his life.

Thankfully, the campus vending machine hadn’t run out of Blackholic again until– until Jang Jaeyoung had decided to launch his mission to Inconvenience Sangwoo’s Life.

It’s been months since Jaeyoung had entered Sangwoo’s life in alarming shades of red and it still surprises Sangwoo at how easily he’d become enamored with someone so completely his opposite.

Sangwoo can’t deny that his life before Jaeyoung seems rather dull in comparison to his days now. He also can’t deny that if given the choice, he’d pick now every single time– no matter how many times Jaeyoung pulls him away from his homework with the promise of kisses, no matter how many times he finds himself thinking about his boyfriend when he should be testing code.

Jaeyoung is an integral part of his routine and Sangwoo is more than happy– eager even– to intertwine their days.

He doesn’t notice it at first, distracted by his boyfriend. While his days before were routine and predictable, being in a relationship adds an element of spontaneity that Sangwoo finds he doesn’t mind.

Not at all, not even a little bit.

Jaeyoung sleeps over more nights than not. The first time he’d allowed his boyfriend to spend the night, Jaeyoung’s eyes had widened in that way they do, showing his surprise and excitement. The bed was a tight fit, Sangwoo’s twin mattress perfectly adequate for him alone but not so much for him plus his much taller boyfriend.

They’d made it work.

Thinking of that first night, Sangwoo isn’t even conscious of the smile on his face, completely unaware of the confused looks his hoobaes are giving him because Sangwoo’s life might be brighter and more fulfilling than he’d thought possible but he still reserves those feelings and displays of emotion for one person.

It’s not until a bag lands dramatically in a seat across from him, that Sangwoo startles back to the present, looking up at his boyfriend who’s already smiling down at him, eyes bright with what Sangwoo has learned is fondness.

“Sangwoo-ah, what were you thinking about,” Jaeyoung asks, sitting in the chair next to him. Sangwoo doesn’t answer right away, instead choosing to study his boyfriend.

Jaeyoung’s hair is windblown, falling into his eyes in a way that Sangwoo refuses to admit raises his resting heart rate. He’s wearing an oversized hoodie with a paint stain on the sleeve and a necklace peeks out from under the collar.

Drawing his eyes back up to his boyfriend’s face, Sangwoo distractedly catalogs the way Jaeyoung is patiently waiting for an answer while letting him look his fill. His gaze is drawn back down to Jaeyoung’s mouth and he watches as it tilts up at the corners, very taken with the way Jaeyoung’s tongue sweeps out to run along the bottom lip before biting it briefly.

Jaeyoung clears his throat.

Blinking, Sangwoo meets his boyfriend’s knowing gaze. Now that they’re in a relationship, Sangwoo had long since decided to be completely honest with Jaeyoung. The two of them had sat down after his confession on campus that night and went over expectations, one of the most important being honest and open communication.

So, Sangwoo doesn’t hesitate to admit, “I was thinking about the first time we slept together.”

Jaeyoung looks thrilled, positively scandalized, leaning closer– so close that Sangwoo feels a little breathless. “In the library, baby?”

Nodding, Sangwoo leans closer still. “You’re very warm, hyung. I sleep better with you.” He recognizes the expression that steals over Jaeyoung’s face, the softening of his brow, the quieter smile his mouth curves into.

Sangwoo hasn’t said it aloud yet, but this is his favorite look on his boyfriend. Privately, he likes to think that this is a look reserved just for him– something just for the two of them to share.

Jaeyoung opens his mouth to say something undoubtedly cheesy but Sangwoo has to add, “Even though you snore a little and sometimes drool on my shirt.”

Shifting from endeared to a look that teases dramatic outrage, Jaeyoung reaches out and pulls Sangwoo to him, resting his chin on top of Sangwoo’s head. “Ah, my beloved Sangwoo! What are these lies you’re telling about your flawless boyfriend. I’m a perfect bedmate and I certainly don’t drool.”

And this might be one of Sangwoo’s favorite parts about Jaeyoung– his playfulness, his teasing. Smiling at first, Sangwoo doesn’t try to stop the small laugh that escape him, more exhalation than anything else.

He feels Jaeyoung move a little, squeezing him lightly as his noses along his hair. Jaeyoung moves back after a moment, releasing Sangwoo.

It’s then that Sangwoo notices the small box on the table. It’s in a light pink shade, a white ribbon tied around it. Looking up at Jaeyoung, he finds his boyfriend grinning at him.

“What’s that, hyung?”

Eyes bright, Jaeyoung nudges the box over to him. “I stopped at a nearby bakery on my way over. I figured that I’d find you hard at work and thought that my Sangwoo-ah deserved a treat for studying so well.”

Sangwoo doesn’t point out that he’s spent more than his fair share of time this afternoon thinking about his boyfriend rather than his upcoming midterm. He just nods carefully and reaches out for the box.

Though he hasn’t said so out loud, he knows that Jaeyoung knows how much he enjoys receiving presents. It was probably a surprise to both of them, how affected Sangwoo is with any treat– a midmorning coffee or a miniature figure from a video game Sangwoo loves, each gesture resulting in Sangwoo looking at Jaeyoung with wide eyes, a quietly pleased smile on his face matching well with flushed cheeks.

Tilting back the lid, Sangwoo sees a single cheerful cupcake nestled in the box. It’s bright yellow with a bumblebee on top. Looking back up at his boyfriend, Sangwoo’s lips turn up faintly at the corners. “Thank you, hyung.”

Jaeyoung hums in acknowledgement, watching intently as Sangwoo picks the cupcake up, smearing frosting across his thumb in the process. Turning his attention back to the cupcake, Sangwoo considers his options.

Any way he thinks about it, it’s going to be a bit of a mess. He’s learned that it’s okay to be a little messy, though, and doesn’t think too much about it as he takes his first bite.

It’s perfect– the icing light and the cake airy with just the right amount of sweetness bursting on his tongue. He lets a little sound escape, a tiny noise of pleasure, pleased that the cupcake tastes good and that his hyung went through the trouble of bringing him something that makes him happy.

Sangwoo takes another bite, leaning into Jaeyoung’s side. His boyfriend shifts a little to make them both more comfortable and brings an arm up to wrap around his shoulders. He’s not hugely enthusiastic about blatant or overt displays of affection, but Sangwoo likes being close to Jaeyoung and often finds himself so distracted with his boyfriend that anything outside of their bubble doesn’t register.

So, he quietly sits and enjoys his cupcake while thinking idly about next steps for his project due at the end of the week. He looks up after a few moments, half the cupcake gone, and finds his boyfriend watching him in the way that makes Sangwoo feel warm.

That’s another one of his favorite things about Jaeyoung– the way his boyfriend’s gaze can cut so deep. Never hurtful, just unbelievably intimate, like Jaeyoung sees everything that makes up Sangwoo, like he wants nothing more than to know every little thing about him.

Sangwoo’s never felt so seen. He likes it.

Sangwoo doesn’t like being the center of attention but he’s come to crave the feeling of Jaeyoung’s eyes on him. Being the center of Jaeyoung’s attention is exhilarating in a way he can’t quite explain, nevermind that his vocabulary is more robust than most people his age.

Then again, most things defy rational explanation when it comes to Jang Jaeyoung.

Seeing the intensity of Jaeyoung’s stare makes something flutter low in Sangwoo’s middle, a feeling he’s grown familiar with since they started dating.

He holds the cupcake up a little as an offer. “Want some?”

Jaeyoung doesn’t say anything for a moment, continuing to look at the way Sangwoo’s slender fingers hold the cupcake. Without warning, he looks up and meets Sangwoo’s eyes for a brief moment before darting forward to kiss him right on the mouth.

It’s a quick peck but it leaves Sangwoo feeling flustered. Jaeyoung looks exceptionally pleased with himself.

“Tastes good,” Jaeyoung says, voice low and teasing. He’s smiling and while his eyes are fond, there’s just a hint of dark bite in his tone.

Rolling his eyes and not deigning to reply, Sangwoo focuses back on his cupcake. He finishes it off in a few efficient bites before taking the time to collect any crumbs. Absently crumbling his napkin, he brings his hand up to lick up a bit of frosting that had smeared over his forefinger.

If he looked over, Sangwoo would see Jaeyoung’s eyes darken at the move. His focus has already switched to the problem set he’s been trying to work through for the past few hours, though, and he’s barely aware of Jaeyoung eventually pulling out his own laptop to work on a freelance project beside him.

The two of them stay at the library until the sun’s almost set, before Jaeyoung finally relaxes back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head.

“Sangwoo-ah, are you almost finished?”

There’s the quick sound of pencil scratching against paper for another minute before it stills and Sangwoo raises his head to look at his boyfriend. “I just completed the last question.”

It’s quick work collecting their belongings before the two of them are standing and start heading towards the front entrance, Sangwoo tucked into Jaeyoung’s side with his boyfriend’s arm resting comfortably over his shoulders.

Sangwoo had planned to work on their game tonight but he already knows before they’ve left the library that this evening will be pure quality time together. They two of them have started a new show recently and while Sangwoo finds the main couple thoroughly annoying and illogical, he’s quite enjoyed getting to know the second couple and is looking forward to seeing their storyline progress.

They stop by a fried chicken place to pick up dinner on the way back to Sangwoo’s apartment and his hyung pays, wearing his signature grin as he reaches around Sangwoo to insert his credit card in the machine before Sangwoo can.

Sangwoo looks up, acting more annoyed than he really is just because it makes Jaeyoung’s smile that much more teasing. “I had it, hyung. You saw the card in my hand.”

Glancing over with wide eyes as he reaches for the bag of food, Jaeyoung tries to look innocent. “I know, baby, but I like paying. Are you going to deny me the pleasure of doing something for you?”

Sangwoo scoffs but doesn’t offer any other resistance, merely reaching for Jaeyoung’s hand and intertwining their fingers as they leave. “Relationships are fifty-fifty, hyung. It’s important that I do my part.”

Letting himself be pulled along, Jaeyoung grins, quick and bright. He squeezes Sangwoo’s hand and Sangwoo’s pulse quickens at the feeling of his boyfriend sweeping a thumb over his wrist. “Sangwoo-ah, our relationship is more than equal. You enjoying dinner is all the repayment I need.”

That doesn’t seem fair to Sangwoo but he doesn’t want to argue, not really, and Jaeyoung knows that.

Sangwoo just sighs, slowing down just enough until they’re in step again.

The walk home is pleasant, quick, full of Jaeyoung’s teasing and Sangwoo’s quiet fondness.

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Sleep clings stubbornly to the edges of Jaeyoung’s conscious as he hears an alarm going off. He feels Sangwoo move, leaning away as he reaches for his phone to quiet the alarm. Sangwoo relaxes back into his hold just a moment later and Jaeyoung pulls him even closer.

He knows that Sangwoo’s morning routine has changed a little since they started dating. His boyfriend has reworked his schedule so that his alarm goes off earlier, giving him exactly eight minutes to cuddle with Jaeyoung before he needs to get out of bed and start his exercises.

Keeping quiet, Jaeyoung simply breathes, loves the smell of his boyfriend’s shampoo– their shampoo, because in a fit of fancy that still makes Jaeyoung thrilled to remember it, Sangwoo had casually bought the brand that he used.

When Jaeyoung had asked about it, Sangwoo’s answer had been matter of fact. “I like the way that you smell and by using the same brand, I’m able to replicate a similar feeling of comfort. Plus whenever I wear it, I think of you, which is a positive outcome.”

Nosing along Sangwoo’s hair, Jaeyoung feels something still in him. He’s always been one to enjoy his own company or a quiet moment, contrary to being well known for being the life of the party. He has many friends and enjoys a lively social life but finds just as much contentment during a dinner with Yuna and Hyeongtaek. Still, he knows that he has a fairly known reputation as larger than life.

In these moments, when it’s just him and Sangwoo, something restless settles in his chest. He loves Sangwoo– almost desperately, without limit– and just being with him means almost more than he can name.

This morning is nothing out of the ordinary. While Sangwoo is doing his exercises, Jaeyoung likes to scroll through Instagram. They’ll meet in the kitchen for a quick breakfast, talking idly about their plans for the day before Sangwoo will be off and Jaeyoung will head to the gym.

For these few minutes however, it’s just them in a bed that Jaeyoung is more frequently thinking of as theirs and he’s so warm he feels like he could burst.

Jaeyoung’s hand drifts across the hemline of Sangwoo’s sleep shirt. Sangwoo sighs, wiggling a little, infinitesimally closer. Without thinking, his hand slips under the shirt, coming to rest low on Sangwoo’s stomach.

The skin there is soft and smooth and in his sleep haze, Jaeyoung is charmed senseless. He spends the rest of their designated morning time just touching Sangwoo, enjoying the simple feel of him.

He runs a finger over his side before flattening his palm until it’s resting just over his boyfriend’s navel. He loves everything about Sangwoo– every sensible, infuriating thing about the man in his arms.

In this moment, Jaeyoung can’t get enough of how Sangwoo feels, soft and pliant. He doesn’t take for granted the trust that Sangwoo bestows on him, not only letting him into his apartment but resting so comfortable while doing so.

It makes him warm, happy and confident and so totally head over heels that he still has trouble reconciling these feelings sometimes, the way that Sangwoo’s come along and just totally blown his defenses away.

Knowing that Sangwoo’s second alarm will be sounding soon, Jaeyoung gets a bit bolder, hand coming to his boyfriend’s side, sliding his shirt up as he moves. Sangwoo’s always been lean but soft, Jaeyoung’s fingers pressing firmly into his thighs, nose warm when he kisses along Sangwoo’s stomach, nipping gently just to hear his boyfriend’s breath catch.

Jaeyoung squeezes Sangwoo’s hip, enjoys the way flesh gives under his fingers. God, he’s so warm, skin like silk just for Jaeyoung and it drives him crazy, how much he wants.

Deciding it’s time to wake up a bit more, Jaeyoung leans into Sangwoo, kissing him behind his ear.

“Good morning, baby.” His voice sounds low to him, raspy with sleep but by the way he feels Sangwoo shiver, he knows he doesn’t mind.

Sangwoo turns in his arms, cuddling closer until he’s nosing along Jaeyoung’s neck. A noise escapes Jaeyoung– not a moan but something quieter, calmer. A hum of pleasure at being so close.

He feels more than hears Sangwoo echo, “Morning, hyung.”

He lays a hand between Sangwoo’s shoulders, sweeps it low to the small of his back, feels the tiny way his boyfriend arches, just a little, into his touch, more a flex of his hips than anything else, an impression of movement.

Moving further down, Jaeyoung’s hand settles on his ass. Sangwoo hitches a leg over his hip, aligning them even more closely. Jaeyoung doesn’t think, just feels. He palms Sangwoo’s ass and it fits in his hand perfectly. He’s giving major thought to if he can persuade Sangwoo to snooze that second alarm of his when said alarm goes off and Sangwoo’s immediately reaching over again to silence it.

Jaeyoung groans, half in defeat and half because he’d been casually working himself up, not realizing how much until the prospect of following through was taken from him.

“Sangwoo-ah,” he tries, in his softest voice, teasing and low enough to make Sangwoo realize his intent. Before he can say anything else, though, his boyfriend is flinging the covers off and climbing out of bed.

Jaeyoung buries his face in their pillow, thinks about suffocating himself so that he doesn’t have to walk around frustrated all day.

“Brush you teeth, hyung. I’ll be waiting in the kitchen in twenty three minutes.”

Making some noise of acknowledgement, Jaeyoung lays still as he hears his boyfriend move through his morning routine.

He’s roused himself and made it to the kitchen with forty five seconds to spare and their breakfast is a domestic affair.

Jaeyoung hadn’t thought he’d enjoy this so much– hearing about Sangwoo’s upcoming day, debating what to do for dinner tonight, teasing his boyfriend about any little thing that crossed his mind.

He’s wildly endeared by just about everything Sangwoo does and that extends to listening as he debates the merits of switching his current brand of dish soap for one that had a better customer rating.

Sangwoo leaves soon after they finish and the rest of Jaeyoung’s day moves quickly. His workout that morning is extremely satisfying and he pushes himself hard, still riding the edge of frustration.

Jaeyoung has a few meetings later in the morning and spends the afternoon at a local coffeeshop looking up potential date ideas for this weekend when he should be drafting a loose schedule for this project he’s been assigned. He idly wonders if Sangwoo would enjoy an immersive museum exhibit when he gets a text.

Opening the message, it’s a picture of Sangwoo. His boyfriend is looking into the camera, hair damp and cheeks flushed. His expression is disgruntled

According to my weather app, there was only a fifteen percent chance of rain today. The meteorologist was clearly incorrect, as I was caught in a thunderstorm.

Jaeyoung wouldn’t even bother to deny it if anyone was there to call him out– he audibly coos at the picture, can’t help but think that Sangwoo looks like a bedraggled kitten. He saves the picture in the next breath, face aching because he’s smiling so wide down at his phone.

He sends a few texts in reply, a couple with long strings of heart emojis before sending his location, knowing that Sangwoo is done with class by now and that he had to stop by the campus bookstore for something afterwards.

Sangwoo sends a confirmation that he’s on his way now that the rain has stopped and it’s not even a conscious decision for Jaeyoung to leave his table and head up to the counter to order something.

He gets a refill for his own coffee before ordering a drink for Sangwoo. His boyfriend likes bold coffee with a bitter bite and so he orders an iced americano. Looking over the bakery selections, Jaeyoung orders a brownie, too.

Sangwoo isn’t open with it, but Jaeyoung has noticed that since they’ve started dating, his boyfriend has a definite sweet tooth. It didn’t take him long to notice, either.

It started with Jaeyoung offering Sangwoo bites of his dessert since his boyfriend insisted that he didn’t want any. What was one bite quickly turned into Sangwoo wheedling for half and then three quarters until Jaeyoung was ordering treats just for him.

It’s adorable, Jaeyoung thinks, that Sangwoo never orders his own dessert but has no qualms about devouring his.

He hasn’t really stopped to think about it, but he really enjoys treating Sangwoo. Whether it’s an extra piece of fried chicken or another mochi, it makes a kernel of warmth bloom in Jaeyoung’s chest, seeing the way his boyfriend so confidently steals bites from his fork, the trusting look in Sangwoo’s eyes as Jaeyoung feeds him, the delighted flush that steals across his cheeks as Jaeyoung surprises him with something.

Placing the brownie at the place across from him, Jaeyoung is reading an article on his phone about an up and coming video game designer when the chair across from him scrapes against the floor as it’s pulled back.

Jaeyoung looks up, instantly delighted to see that Sangwoo’s hair is still a little damp at the ends. He’s reminded of the first time he saw him like this, the night of the fight with that Quikst asshole.

“Hi, baby,” he greets with a smile, reaching up to guide a stubborn strand of hair out of his boyfriend’s eyes.

“Hey, hyung.” Sangwoo sits down and he doesn’t even say anything before he’s pulling the small plate with the brownie on it closer to him.

Jaeyoung watches him take the first bite and knows from firsthand experience that he could watch Sangwoo do just about anything indefinitely. Eating is no exception.

Sometimes, if the meal if particularly good, his boyfriend frowns a little, as though offended that he’s enjoying it so much. It’s endearing watching the way he carefully plans his next bite, each one planned so as to be the most efficient while minimizing the potential for mess.

It turns out that Sangwoo had just headed over to collect Jaeyoung and that it’s later than he’d expected, the office workers starting to congest the streets as they head home.

Having decided on sushi for dinner, the two of them get ready to head out.

Jaeyoung’s placing his laptop back in his bag when he feels arms wrap around him from behind. Though not unheard of, Sangwoo doesn’t often initiate such overt demonstrations in public. “Sangwoo-ah?”

Though his boyfriend probably wouldn’t admit it, Jaeyoung feels him nuzzle between his shoulders as the arms around him tighten for a minute before letting up. He hears Sangwoo mumble something but it’s muffled against his jacket.

Sangwoo’s backing up a moment later and at Jaeyoung’s questioning look he repeats, “Thank you for the brownie. I really liked it.”

Finding the simple thanks almost too cute to bear, Jaeyoung leans down until he’s in Sangwoo’s space. He knows that now when Jaeyoung doesn’t flinch away it’s because he likes having him in his space and not merely his stubborn boyfriend refusing to be cowed.

Jaeyoung doesn’t say anything for a few moments, content enough to just observe Sangwoo with such little distance between them. He lets his eyes wander over the few freckles that dust his cheekbones to the thin bridge of his nose, over his hair that’s a little fluffier now after having been caught in the rain. After he’s looked his fill, he leans just far enough so that he can nose against Sangwoo’s own.

His smile grows bigger when Sangwoo’s eyes widen and he looks visibly happy.

“Anytime, Sangwoo-ah.”

As they leave the coffeeshop-- Jaeyoung holding onto the handle of Sangwoo's bookbag-- and pause at the crosswalk, Jaeyoung looks over to see Sangwoo frowning. Before he can ask, Sangwoo’s already opening his mouth.

“I shouldn’t have eaten that brownie, hyung. It was illogical when we hadn’t eaten dinner yet.”

Reaching down to intertwine their fingers, Jaeyoung pulls him a little closer as he raises a brow. “Didn’t you say you liked it, though?”

Sangwoo nods as they start crossing the street. “I did but sweets are supposed to be eaten after dinner, if at all.”

“Says who?”

Narrowing his eyes in thought, Sangwoo glances up at him. “If I just ate a brownie but now we’re going to eat an actual meal, then I’ve impacted how ready I am to eat. I should prioritize a meal with the needed nutrients before splurging on something that offers little nutritional value.”

Jaeyoung shakes his head a little, amused, and huffs out a fond breath. “Sangwoo-ah, it’s okay to simply enjoy food. It doesn’t have to meet any requirements. It can simply taste good and be enjoyable.” Sangwoo looks like he wants to butt in but Jaeyoung keeps talking, adding, “It was just a brownie. I’m sure it won’t affect things as much as you think. Plus, even if you don’t eat as much– so what? We can always take some food home and you can eat it later if you get hungry.”

Sangwoo’s clearly thinking what Jaeyoung’s said over. Jaeyoung has to fight the urge to duck down and steal a kiss. His boyfriend looks so focused as he puzzles over this conundrum.

Jaeyoung simply wants to eat him up.

It’s silent while Sangwoo’s lost in thought but Jaeyoung doesn’t mind. He’s gotten used to quiet walks with Sangwoo. He enjoys just being around him, holding his hand, and it’s nice that they don’t need to fill every silence. Jaeyoung is more than happy enough to just walk beside Sangwoo on their way to the restaurant.

They’re rounding the block before Sangwoo comes up for air. “I suppose you’re right, hyung.”

Nudging his shoulder, Jaeyoung blusters. “You don’t have to make it sound like I’m never right, Sangwoo-ah. I bet I’m right as often as you are.”

Jaeyoung can see Sangwoo bite his lip in his effort not to correct him. He grins, appreciating the restraint his boyfriend is showing.

Jaeyoung opens the door for them, resting a hand on the small of Sangwoo’s back as they enter.

Sangwoo looks up, adds, “After all, there are times I’m not hungry when you get dessert but I still eat it. It sounds like the same principle.”

Sitting down as a table, Jaeyoung opens his menu as he glances up at Sangwoo. “Oh?”

Sangwoo nods. “Sometimes it just looks really good and I want to taste it.”

Jaeyoung laughs, before demanding, “So all those times you steal my dessert, you don’t even want it? You thief!”

His chest warms as he sees Sangwoo shyly look down, abashed. “But I do, hyung. That’s what I’m saying. I’m fully satiated from the meal and no longer hungry but then you order ice cream or offer me a cookie and I can’t help it– it looks good and I want some. Even though I shouldn’t since I’m not hungry. It’s illogical.”

Jaeyoung’s smile softens into a look that Yuna usually rolls her eyes at in fond disgust. “Sangwoo-ah, baby. Look at me.”

Sangwoo looks up, gaze steady as it meets his. Jaeyoung reaches over their menus for Sangwoo’s hand. “You’re allowed to be illogical, baby. You don’t have to do everything because it makes sense or is efficient. I’m happy when you steal my food. I like it when I see you enjoying something, especially when it’s something I’ve given you.”

He’s looking closely at Sangwoo so he sees the instant that the shy uncertainty melts away into joy.

“Okay, hyung. If you say so.” Sangwoo’s tone is offhand, like he doesn’t care one way or another but his boyfriend squeezes his hand and Jaeyoung sees just the hint of a smile.

The two of them enjoy their dinner. Jaeyoung brings up tentative plans for the weekend– Sangwoo is very interested in an immersive experience with him– and he helps Sangwoo work through an ethical issue his professor had brought up in class about user experience and design.

Jaeyoung’s not even paying attention as he lifts up a piece of the salmon roll to Sangwoo’s mouth, too busy listing all the reasons they should see the latest animated movie after the museum on Saturday.

It’s second nature, he takes a bite and without thought, gives the next piece to Sangwoo. It’s not until Sangwoo lifts up a hand and says, “No more, hyung,” that Jaeyoung looks down and sees what he’s been doing.

He feels a bit at a loss that he hadn’t realized that he was feeding Sangwoo. He looks back up to see Sangwoo staring at him flatly, not making a single move towards the sushi.

Jaeyoung waves his chopsticks a little, bringing them closer to Sangwoo’s mouth. “Are you sure, baby? I know this is your favorite.”

He expects Sangwoo to remain looking unimpressed and not to deign to answer. Instead, Jaeyoung’s surprised as Sangwoo leans in and takes the bite, closing his mouth over the nigiri before carefully chewing.

It’s not overt, is really barely noticeable. But Jaeyoung is once again struck by a warmth flooding his chest. He thinks it’s probably a lot of things– giving Sangwoo something, seeing him appreciate and enjoy it. His own pleasure in demonstrating his care for his boyfriend in this tangible way isn’t surprising, though he’s never experienced it before with any of his other partners.

Jaeyoung doesn’t really need to delve further and instead snags the check just as Jaeyoung reaches for it. He cuts off Sangwoo’s protests by pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Leave it to me, Sangwoo-ah.”

And Jaeyoung is well aware that Sangwoo doesn’t like to owe anyone anything. He’s seen how he treats debts in the past– negligent when money is owed to him but hyper-diligent when he’s the one who owes someone else.

Jaeyoung hasn’t explicitly brought it up, but he’s hoping that Sangwoo is getting the message that there’s no score in this relationship, that he doesn’t have to keep careful tally in a ledger. That, plus, in the same way that Jaeyoung enjoys seeing Sangwoo eat from his hand, he always loves treating him to a meal or outing or anything else, really.

Briefly, Jaeyoung supposes that he just likes spoiling Sangwoo.

They’re back home and ready for bed when they collapse together on the couch. Jaeyoung’s laying down, Sangwoo a warm weight over him. They’re watching the latest episode of a drama and Jaeyoung feels a little tired but not all that sleepy.

Sangwoo is definitely relaxing him. He loves feeling his boyfriend around him, over him, on him.

Jaeyoung has been told in the past that he’s not affectionate enough in his relationships. He knows that was true in the past but he wonders now if maybe he just hadn’t met the right person yet. Because while Sangwoo demonstrates his love in tiny but immeasurable ways, Jaeyoung has been more physically demonstrative from the start. He feels it rise up in him sometimes, the urge to reach out, the desire to make Sangwoo feel him and the sheer amount of feelings that coalesce in his chest for him.

It doesn’t take much to distract Jaeyoung from this episode. It seems to be mostly focused on a side plot, anyway, and he’s not that invested in it. No, instead, he finds himself reaching for his boyfriend– who remains totally glued to the laptop, eyes focused on the screen and not paying any attention at all to whatever Jaeyoung wants to do.

Letting his hands roam over Sangwoo’s back, Jaeyoung feels the way he melts a little further into him, pressing him firmly into the couch. He quickly tires of just feeling him over his clothes, though, and reaches under Sangwoo’s shirt to touch the smooth expanse of skin.

Stilling his fingers as he feels Sangwoo tense, Jaeyoung hums a little as his boyfriend merely adjusts, shifting until he’s straddling Jaeyoung, thighs on either side of his hips, head resting comfortably on Jaeyoung’s chest as his attention never falters from the show.

Taking that as further permission to do whatever he wishes, Jaeyoung’s hands land on Sangwoo’s thighs. His boyfriend radiates warmth and Jaeyoung gives up all pretense of following along, instead losing himself in the feel of his boyfriend.

He rubs his palms down the outside of his thighs in broad strokes, pauses only to squeeze gently at the flesh. Sangwoo feels so good in his hands, so solid and real.

Feeling the slight give of his hips, as he brings his hands up, Jaeyoung swallows a noise building in the back of his throat, knowing not to try to pull Sangwoo’s attention until the episode is over.

Jaeyoung contents himself with feeling his boyfriend up for the remaining minutes of the episode– hands roving over his back, squeezing his ass before moving back to his hips. He’s just hearing the opening notes of the drama’s credits music when Sangwoo starts moving.

He leans up suddenly over Jaeyoung and Jaeyoung loves this too– he’s usually towering over Sangwoo but being on the flipside makes him hot in a different way.

Placing his hands on either side of Jaeyoung’s head, Sangwoo asks, “Were you trying to distract me?”

Jaeyoung gives his best innocent look, wide eyes that he knows makes Sangwoo weak. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Shaking his head a little– to clear it, Jaeyoung thinks smugly– Sangwoo frowns down at him. He’s gotten much better in the months they’ve been dating at telling when Sangwoo is genuinely annoyed, however, and this look does nothing but make Jaeyoung want to play more.

He grabs Sangwoo’s hips, thumbs digging in just a little and is rewarded with a hitching breath.

As he looks up at his boyfriend, Jaeyoung’s struck with how cute he is. It feels like Sangwoo gets cuter every day and he can’t get enough.

Still, something seems a little different now, today. The apartment is quiet, the last of the show playing out as Jaeyoung and Sangwoo study each other.

Jaeyoung takes great pride in knowing Sangwoo. He loves watching him, whether he’s sleeping or playing video games or grocery shopping. He figures that he probably looks at Sangwoo more than anyone else.

It’s not until now, though, that an idea starts to form in his head. His eyes scan over the curve of Sangwoo’s cheeks, and he takes his time dragging his hands from Sangwoo’s knees up his thighs. One hand comes to rest on his boyfriend’s ass, the other inches up until his shirt until Jaeyoung can draw an aimless pattern on his side, over his stomach.

It seems obvious now that he’s thinking about it, that Sangwoo's gained some weight since they started dating. It’s hardly anything, barely noticeable, and only now so because Jaeyoung’s so intimately acquainted with his boyfriend’s body.

Jaeyoung thinks, as he always does, that his boyfriend is cute as shit.

Reaching up to gently grab Sangwoo’s chin, he guides his boyfriend down into a kiss. It starts soft and sweet. Sangwoo’s lips are achingly plush and Jaeyoung’s lost more than one evening kissing his boyfriend silly.

Jaeyoung’s distracted with his realization, though. He knows it makes sense. He's heard about it before, relationship weight gain. Something sparks in him because it supposedly only happens when someone feels happy in a relationship, secure and comfortable. To see evidence that Sangwoo feels like that with him creates a chain reaction in Jaeyoung. Because sure, Jaeyoung is an ace at reading his boyfriend and Sangwoo, now that they're in a relationship, never hesitates to let Jaeyoung know what he's thinking, but it feels different to feel it so tangibly, to see it with his own eyes in a new way.

He knows there's more at play, too. Sangwoo’s diet is more varied now that they’re dating– Jaeyoung likes to try different restaurants and Sangwoo has realized that he likes trying new foods. Jaeyoung acknowledges his tendency to dote on Sangwoo has definitely played a part.

Their kisses grow deeper and Jaeyoung gasps when Sangwoo’s suddenly pulling back, just to start mouthing along his neck. His boyfriend settles against him, hips pressing firmly down and when they align just as Sangwoo bites down, Jaeyoung's eyes roll back at pleasure sparks up his spine.

His thoughts fragment into a million pieces. All he can focus on is the visceral feel of Sangwoo against him, moving in a way that ought to be illegal as he comes back up to his mouth.

The only thing in his head is how much he loves Sangwoo and how much he wants him, all the time, any way he can him him.

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Sangwoo looks up at the mirror, frowning at his reflection before he looks back down to where he was buttoning his jeans.

Or at least he’d planned to but it looks like that is no longer possible.

He wonders for a brief moment, if he’d messed up last week’s laundry but he didn’t deviate from his standard process so he knows that can’t be it.

Looking back up at the mirror, he’s confused all over again. It’s not that the jeans don’t necessarily fit, they’re just tighter than he’s used to. This has never happened before and as he considers his options, he supposes that he’d been distracted enough recently not to have noticed that as his days changed, there would be expected outcomes.

Sangwoo can admit that before Jaeyoung, his diet rarely strayed from the familiar and routine. He had breakfast, ate lunch at the cafeteria on campus, and dinner was usually a quiet affair with ramyeon at home or a quick fried rice with banchan.

Besides his prized Blackholic, or his weekend trips to a cafe in the next neighborhood, Sangwoo planned his meals for their simplicity and overall nutritional value.

He didn’t have much time between classes and projects and he didn’t want to spend his free time in the kitchen or dining at restaurants. He was competent enough at a few staple recipes– and in the winters, he found the relaxing routine of making kimchi jjigae or, on particularly cold weekend mornings Jjinppang with red bean paste, enjoyable.

Still, Sangwoo had always ascribed food as fuel. His mother vehemently disagreed whenever he visited home– she would always send him back to his apartment with loads of food– but Sangwoo liked his life as simple and predictable as possible and that meant food was no fuss, no frills.

Then along came Jaeyoung.

As the annoying senior wriggled his way into Sangwoo’s life, his routines were carelessly ruffled. As Sangwoo fell for Jaeyoung and allowed himself to enjoy all the ways their lives intertwined, he found a new appreciation for being– well for being spoiled, he supposed.

Jaeyoung was an affectionate, attentive boyfriend. Sangwoo still remembers the jolt of surprise and pleasure when Jaeyoung had handed him that ugly ass cake for his birthday. Even though the circumstances surrounding it were less than ideal, he couldn’t deny the glowing warmth in his chest when he’d realized that not only had Jaeyoung noticed when his birthday was, but he’d gone out of his way to get him something.

And while Sangwoo tries to reciprocate in his own ways and makes a concerted effort to give too– he’s come to enjoy Jaeyoung’s flustered smile when he catches him off guard with a coffee at the studio on late nights, or the happy smile when he sends his boyfriend off for his day with lunch packed– Sangwoo has let himself enjoy being on the receiving end of such kind, thoughtful gestures.

It helps that he has an unabashed sweet tooth.

He’d mostly ignored it, except for his weekly jaunt to that bakery on Sunday mornings, but Jaeyoung had brought it roaring back to the forefront. It seems like every time he turned around, Sangwoo was being surprised with a treat. Each time, Jaeyoung waved his thanks away but it really does mean a lot– and truth be told, is something that seems to have worked its way into Sangwoo’s routine.

That, along with the two of them wandering around Seoul on dates, had surely wreaked havoc with Sangwoo’s careful and consistent meals.

As he studies himself in the mirror, Sangwoo knows that the handful of kilos he’s gained is an accurate reflection of his new lifestyle.

Tugging his pants off and putting them away, instead reaching for a different pair, Sangwoo thinks over this new change.

In truth, he hadn’t realized because he’s been so busy with everything else going on– his first relationship is a lot of time and effort. Jaeyoung himself is a distraction of the best kind, Sangwoo knows. Add to the fact that his courseload this semester is more intense and he’s been busy working with his boyfriend on Veggie Venturer, and it’s no wonder that he hadn’t cataloged the changes and their impact.

Finishing getting dressed, Sangwoo goes into the kitchen. He washes his hands and starts preparing his simple breakfast– a couple of eggs with rice.

Sangwoo’s found that while some things in his routine are now permanently less predictable, he still greatly enjoys maintaining a routine when he can. As such, he eats the same breakfast every morning before heading to campus.

Jaeyoung’s often with him, but this morning his boyfriend had been out of the apartment early in the morning to meet for a group project. Sangwoo plans to meet him at the coffeeshop he’s camping out at sometime in the afternoon after his statistics class ends.

Making breakfast, his thoughts are pulled back to this morning’s realization.

He wonders if he should feel more about it than he does. It doesn’t really make a difference to him– he’d only noticed because his pants fit a little differently this morning. They aren’t a favorite pair of his, Sangwoo idly considers as he pours the eggs into the heated pan. He doesn’t mind discarding them since they had shrunk a fair bit during their first wash because he hadn’t accounted for the specific material blend.

Otherwise, the weight doesn’t really matter. He is still able to get from point A to point B. His mind is still sharp and able to solve problems in a timely, methodical manner.

Sangwoo very quickly comes to the conclusion that if everything remains in a similar state but the only changes are that he can enjoy quality time with Jaeyoung and he gets to eat fun, frivolous foods on a more regular basis, then he really has no reason to complain or alter the way he spends his days.

That issue settled with a minimum of fuss, Sangwoo finishes his breakfast and quickly washes the dishes he’d used, heading off to campus with a first stop at his preferred vending machine.

It’s hours later and Sangwoo is standing outside of his last class. The class before his must be taking an exam because the room’s still half-full and the door is closed.

Wanting to read a quick article about an actress from the current drama he’s watching with Jaeyoung– the headline mentions that she’ll be doing voice work for an animated series next– Sangwoo’s thumbs stall on the Naver search page.

His thoughts circle back around to the thoughts from this morning. Curious, he instead searches for information on gaining weight when in a relationship. Sangwoo wonders if it’s a situation unique to him or if it’s a usual occurrence.

Scrolling through the first page of results, several of the article titles surprise him. Almost the entirety of the first page seems to center around gaining weight during a new relationship– and wanting to lose it?

Sangwoo’s never thought about his weight one way or another. His height and weight increased with each growth spurt and then had settled the summer before he started college. It’s been a few years now at the same weight and he had no opinions on it. He knew what size clothes to buy and that was it.

He also can’t say that weight is something he really notices about others, either. He tries to ignore most people and the classmates he has formed tentative friendships with are important to him because of their personality or their skill in the computer science program.

Weight’s never been a priority, not something that he’d given more thought to than his height or shoe size.

But now that he’s clicking into a few of the articles and starts skimming through their contents, he starts to wonder if he should be worrying more about these few kilos.

Most of the headlines talk about wanting to reverse the weight gain because they strongly dislike it– Sangwoo’s brow twitches into a frown as he sees one person in particular worry that his partner will no longer find him attractive.

Well, that’s something Sangwoo hadn’t considered.

He knows that he’s only gained a little weight– he himself had just noticed this morning after all. Still, it hadn’t crossed his mind that his boyfriend would care one way or another.

As he reads through this article, though, it seems like the person’s worry rubs off on him. He supposes that the anxiety makes sense. Sangwoo had started dating Jaeyoung looking one particular way and if that way changed, it wasn’t completely illogical for Jaeyoung’s feelings about him and his body to change, too.

That leaves Sangwoo feeling much more nervous than he’d been this morning. He doesn’t mind the way his body looks as long as it continues to function in an optimal state.

He thinks that would change, though, if Jaeyoung wasn’t as attracted to him.

Frowning down at his phone, Sangwoo doesn’t notice the classroom has emptied out and he’s the last one standing outside. He doesn’t notice until the professor– who was brilliant but always tardy– comes striding down the hallway and greets him.

Sangwoo hurries to take his seat, aligning everything neatly in his usual spot. He opens his notebook to take notes but is quickly distracted by his revelation just a few moments ago.

He spends the next two hours working through this new puzzle. He considers his options, looking through the whiteboard at the front of the classroom without taking anything in, pen lax in his hand.

There’s a large piece of Sangwoo that still doesn’t think his weight should matter in a relationship. As long as there are no problems, then his body is his to do with as he pleases.

But there’s still that part of him that doesn’t want to do anything to make Jaeyoung less– well, less in love with him, Sangwoo admits.

This might be Sangwoo’s first relationship but he can’t imagine wanting anyone else as much as he does Jaeyoung. It seems foolish to do anything to jeopardize that.

If Jaeyoung doesn’t like that his thighs are a bit softer or that his stomach isn’t as flat then does Sangwoo have an obligation to return to the state that Jaeyoung does like?

Quickly opening a new tab, Sangwoo searches for ways to lose weight. He is immediately filled with dread. He’s never been a physically active person– he abhorred physical education in school and doesn’t have a gym membership. His morning exercises are more to wake up than anything else. He enjoys walking and likes riding his bike but that’s it.

The next logical step would be to give up all of the foods that he’s gotten used to lately, which also fills Sangwoo with dread and a sliver of annoyance.

He likes being able to eat Jaeyoung’s treats– he likes his boyfriend teasing him about stealing his dessert and he enjoys sweets after a meal.

In the course of a class, Sangwoo turns this unexpected dilemma around and examines all the angles. It’s probably the least he’s ever paid attention to a class– with the few notable exceptions of when Jaeyoung had first started his little mission– but by the end, Sangwoo is filled with resolved.

Sangwoo likes how he is now and he likes what he has with Jaeyoung. If his boyfriend has a problem with that then that is none of his concern. After all, Sangwoo dryly thinks, it’s his fault in the first place.

Feeling confident in his decision, Sangwoo heads to the coffeeshop Jaeyoung had texted him earlier. It’s a little further from campus but it’s a sunny day so Sangwoo enjoys the bike ride, especially since there’s little traffic today.

By the time that Sangwoo gets to the coffeeshop, the rest of Jaeyoung’s project members have left and his boyfriend has moved to a smaller table by the front window. Walking in, Sangwoo immediately sees him and he revels in the little flutter in his chest at getting to observe his very attractive boyfriend.

Jaeyoung’s wearing his glasses, so focused on his laptop that he doesn’t see Sangwoo. So, Sangwoo takes the opportunity to study him from his place by the front door.

Sangwoo was surprised at how much he enjoys this, just looking at his boyfriend. He’s lost a lot of time in the mornings or at night or simply walking around their neighborhood, observing Jaeyoung. It’s a view that never gets old.

Finally ready to interrupt his boyfriend’s focus, Sangwoo heads over to the table, placing his bookbag over the back of his chair. Sitting down across from Jaeyoung, his eyes immediately catch on the mismatched plate before him.

It’s been placed squarely on his side of the table. On the plate is a chocolate croissant. The edges are golden brown and the chocolate still looks a little warm and gooey. Sangwoo’s mouth waters a bit in anticipation.

The thoughts of the day come back, though, and he’s hesitant to reach for it. Sangwoo spares a moment to think that Jaeyoung must not have noticed anything different about him, if he’s continuing to dote on him like this.

Unsure, he doesn’t notice that his boyfriend is watching him with that look in his eye– the one that’s filled with fondness and amusement and love.

“Sangwoo-ah, what did that poor croissant ever do to you, to have you glaring at it like that?” Jaeyoung’s voice is full of laughter and when Sangwoo looks up, the warmth in his eyes is familiar and echoes in his own chest.

Sangwoo just blinks at him. “Did you buy this for me?”

Raising a brow, Jaeyoung leans over the table. It’s infuriating that he looks even better up close. He nods decisively. “I did.” He starts frowning. “If anyone else starts buying you pastries, let me know, okay? That’s something only I, Jang Jaeyoung, have the privilege of doing.”

“Yes, hyung,” Sangwoo dutifully agrees.

Looking between the croissant and Jaeyoung a few times, Sangwoo remembers his resolve from earlier and says a mental fuck it. He reaches for the pastry.

The first bite tastes amazing, the bitter chocolate and buttery dough almost instantly waking him up a little from where he’d wilted in the late afternoon stretch. He takes another bite before looking back up at Jaeyoung.

His boyfriend is watching him with a satisfied grin on his face, resting his head on his hand. He looks like there’s no place else he’d rather be than watching Sangwoo eat this croissant.

“Aigoo, my Sangwoo-ah is so cute,” Jaeyoung coos. Sangwoo swallows just as Jaeyoung reaches out and pinches his cheek a little. “I’m so lucky, having a boyfriend that’s so sweet.”

Used to his boyfriend’s antics, Sangwoo still can’t help his smile at hearing his boyfriend’s words.

Deflecting, Sangwoo takes another bite of the croissant. The next few moments are spent quietly- Sangwoo eating and Jaeyoung studying him with the kind of interest that he thinks should be reserved for pieces in museums or especially creative code.

Done with the croissant, Sangwoo snags a napkin from the table. He’s startled when Jaeyoung moves, deftly sweeping a thumb across the corner of his lips. When his boyfriend pulls his hand back, he instantly pops it into his own mouth.

Sangwoo just looks at him. Jaeyoung grins back, winking.

“You had some chocolate there,” he explains, gesturing to his own mouth. He raises his eyebrows as if in a challenge– what else could I be expected to do?

Their conversation quickly picks up from there. Sangwoo loves talking to Jaeyoung. He never would have imagine during those first few days, but conversations with Jaeyoung are stimulating, totally engrossing.

It’s one of Sangwoo’s favorite parts of their relationship. His hyung is wicked smart and his wit is sharp as hell. Sangwoo has lost count of the many times that Jaeyoung has made him consider a different side to a debate or the times he's walked away from a discussion learning something new. Talking with his boyfriend can meander through several topics all in the course of a single sitting.

There aren't many people who can keep up with Sangwoo, or retain his attention. Since almost the beginning, Jaeyoung has been totally captivating. Sangwoo’s prone to thinking that he could listen to Jaeyoung talk for hours uninterrupted- and has on a few occasions, when he needs to talk through a prospective assignment or when he lands on a impassioned diatribe about visual design in different mediums.

Their discussion flows for the next few hours as they grab dinner at a local restaurant that had quickly become one of their favorites. Jaeyoung’s in the middle of dramatically defending his stance that he looks good in every color but especially red when he starts absently plucking his own radish onto Sangwoo’s plate.

Not for the first time, Sangwoo notices that his boyfriend is habitually trying to feed him. He knows that’s just one part of how Jaeyoung cares for him. He’d stumbled across a very interesting website on love languages back in the early days of their relationship and had walked away knowing that Jaeyoung seemed to possess all of them.

His boyfriend has never been shy in complimenting Sangwoo, praising his abilities and teasing him in a way that only he’s allowed. They spend much of their free time together and Sangwoo enjoys how tactile his boyfriend is– whether it’s having sex or a simple arm across his shoulder as they walk down the block, Jaeyoung really enjoys feeling Sangwoo.

Sangwoo feels the same, though he’d been more hesitant at first to initiate such contact. It helps that Jaeyoung always looks so pleased about it, happy and wondrous and excited whenever Sangwoo reaches out first.

Still, this is a daily occurrence in their relationship. Jaeyoung’s always doing this and doesn’t even seem to realize.

“Hyung,” Sangwoo breaks through, gesturing with his chopsticks to the small pile of radish on his plate. “Stop giving me your vegetables.”

Jaeyoung looks surprised for a moment before he just smiles and deliberately places the last piece right on top of the little tower. “Eat well, baby. Vegetables have those nutrients you love.”

Sangwoo just looks at him and it’s hard not to smile too, when Jaeyoung huffs out a fond laugh, looking away sheepishly.

“Well, what do you expect from me,” he blusters, tone defensive. “You’re my boyfriend– I’m the hyung! I’m just doing what I’m supposed to. I get full just from watching you eat, Sangwoo-ah.”

Sangwoo narrows his eyes a little before his shoulders slump in defeat. He sighs and reaches for the piece on top.

He refuses to acknowledge Jaeyoung’s smug look.

Dinner is pleasant, as it always is when it’s just the two of them. Sangwoo likes eating with their friends, too, but there’s something special about having this time to spend just with his boyfriend that makes it all the better.

They stop by a stationary store afterwards because Jaeyoung needs some supplies and pop into the corner mart to pick up a few odd and end groceries.

It’s all so delightfully domestic and Sangwoo enjoys this part of their routine a lot. He finds grocery shopping much more fun with Jaeyoung, even if it’s not as efficient.

When it’s just him, he has a list and knows exactly where to go. He doesn’t deviate, nothing catches his eye.

When he’s with Jaeyoung, however, his boyfriend likes to browse. He’ll pull Sangwoo along as they walk along the beverage coolers or examine the produce to see if anything looks particularly good.

Jaeyoung likes to drape himself over Sangwoo’s back when they do this, wrapping his arms around his middle. Together, they’ll shuffle down the aisle. There’s no real purpose to it, not when they don’t need whatever they’re looking at, but it’s a few moments of them enjoying each other’s company and that is extremely enjoyable for Sangwoo.

Jaeyoung has a habit of reading tabloid headlines out loud when they’re at the checkout line, trying to annoy Sangwoo with his disbelief or scandalized tone.

Sangwoo bears it silently, as always, though the fond look in his eye betrays him."

The walk back to Sangwoo’s apartment is quiet. Their last topic had dwindled to an end and Sangwoo didn’t feel a particularly need to initiate another. While he loves talking to Jaeyoung, silence is also something he looks forward to when it’s shared with him.

It had been a bit surprising at first, that his boyfriend could enjoy the quiet just as much as him. For all that Jaeyoung had done his level best to irritate the shit out of him– never shutting up, being all around loud and present– that very first time Sangwoo had allowed him into his place had gone differently than he’d figured.

Having Jaeyoung assure him that he was simply messaging his friends, the moment where they’d just looked at each other– the silence had been deafening.

When Sangwoo had tended to the cut on his arm, he’d been overly conscious of the way his heart was beating in his chest, the way his breath wasn’t quite as steady as it should have been.

When they’d started working together at Jaeyoung’s studio, seeing his hyung sleeping was an arresting sight. He looked so peaceful, so far from the menace he was whenever he was awake.

And now that they’re together, they both have shared how much they appreciate that they can enjoy the silences with each other. Jaeyoung likes having a quiet place he can crash away from his life outside and Sangwoo– well, Sangwoo just likes that his prized time at home isn’t interrupted by the presence of someone else. No, instead it’s nice to share it with someone.

Not to say that Sangwoo doesn’t still need time completely to himself, but it doesn’t happen quite as much as he’d thought it would.

They’re both in bed now, pajamas on and teeth freshly brushed. While Jaeyoung doesn’t spend every night with Sangwoo, it happens often enough that Sangwoo’s started to think of it as their place in his head.

He’s already putting together a PowerPoint for why they should live together, ready to present it in a couple of months so that they have ample time to find an apartment that can accommodate them both before their respective leases are up.

Sangwoo’s a little more tired than usual. He thinks that he used up too much energy focused on his dilemma earlier.

Now that they’re home, Sangwoo finds himself relaxing completely into Jaeyoung.

His boyfriend is watching an episode of his favorite anime on his phone above him. Sangwoo feels the steady beat of his heart underneath him and it’s comforting, fills him completely with warmth.

He’s quiet, listening idly to the episode as he works through the question that’s been on his mind earlier. After most of the episode has passed by– and Sangwoo has smiled to himself at least three times, feeling his boyfriend laugh under him– he comes to the conclusion that this is something that requires open and honest communication.

Sangwoo told Jaeyoung once that people need to let go of unnecessary things, lest they stop working optimally. He doesn’t want this to be something that drags him down.

So, when the episode finishes, Sangwoo clears his throat.

Lowering his phone, Jaeyoung looks down at him with a small smile, humming to let him know he’s listening.

“I want to talk to you about something, hyung.”

Immediately looking more alert, Jaeyoung sits up a bit more. “What is it, Sangwoo-ah?”

Sangwoo keeps it short and sweet and while he doesn’t outwardly betray his emotion, something in him lightens considerably at the way his boyfriend’s eyes instantly widen in surprised alarm as he starts laying out his thoughts.

Ending things with, “And I’ve decided that I don’t care about a handful of kilos. However, I’ve read online that a romantic or sexual partner might and I wanted to know your opinion.”

Sangwoo doesn’t mention his resolve earlier, that he doesn’t care what Jaeyoung thinks. The truth is, it’s a tiny kernel of worry that he hasn’t been able to squash and he does want to know.

The first thing Jaeyoung does is take his face in his hands and kiss him, long and hard, until Sangwoo’s breathless. He’s caught so off guard, that he doesn’t even try to tamp down on the noise that escapes him– a bitten off moan, a hint of a whine when Jaeyoung eventually pulls away.

Jaeyoung rolls them over until he’s the one leaning over Sangwoo. Caged in like this, Sangwoo feels surrounded. Jaeyoung is so much bigger than him, that it’s easy to feel small. It’s a feeling Jaeyoung likes and it sets another part of him at ease.

“Sangwoo-ah, baby,” Jaeyoung starts, voice quiet but eyes so intense that Sangwoo wants to look away but he’s caught. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, hyung,” Sangwoo assures him, mouth tipped up in just the suggestion of a smile.

Jaeyoung’s eyes brighten. He shifts a little, letting a bit more of his weight settle into Sangwoo. It’s not uncomfortable– quite the opposite, in fact. One of Sangwoo’s favorite feelings is being pressed into the nearest surface by Jaeyoung. It makes him feel safe, lets him focus on nothing else except the man in front of him.

Sangwoo studies Jaeyoung’s face in the muted light of their bedroom. His gaze drops to his boyfriend’s mouth, always so expressive, and catches on the way Jaeyoung bites his lip.

It’s a sure sign that he’s thinking through what he wants to say, taking his time to make sure there’s no misunderstanding between them.

“I love your mind and your personality and the way you roll your eyes when I tease you– and yeah, I love your body too, baby. But I love it because it’s yours. That’s it. Nothing else. So if you’re asking if I’m still insanely into you and want you all the time, then the answer is yes– and that’ll never change, not as long as you want me.”

Sangwoo opens his mouth to offer a counterargument but Jaeyoung stops him in his tracks. First by shaking his head to stave him off, and then leaning down to kiss him, quicker than a moment ago but dirtier, filled with Jaeyoung’s undying want.

Jaeyoung smiles a little at the way Sangwoo looks up at him after, eyes slowly blinking open and quietly pleased. His boyfriend looks dazed, one of Jaeyoung’s favorite looks on him– his smartass boyfriend, brought down by a kiss.

God, he’s so cute.

Jaeyoung doesn’t let himself look as long as he wants. Instead, he leans back down, slower this time just to hear the way Sangwoo’s breath hitches. He angles his face at the last moment, though, and noses along Sangwoo’s cheek.

“I love you like this.” He nibbles along Sangwoo’s jaw, kisses him under his ear. “Love you any way I can have you.”

Jaeyoung groans a little and can’t help but laugh softly too, because he’s so gone on the man under him and it’s ridiculous, how much he feels right now. He can’t believe that his Sangwoo would have these kinds of thoughts but he swears to himself that today will be the only day, that he’ll make sure Sangwoo doesn’t have a single doubt about how Jaeyoung feels about him by the time he falls asleep tonight.

One of Jaeyoung’s hands sweep down his boyfriend’s side. It comes to rest under his shirt– Jaeyoung’s, because Sangwoo likes to sleep in oversized clothes, and hadn’t that thrown him for a fucking loop the first time he’d come out of the bathroom just to see Sangwoo swimming in one of his favorite band shirts– his fingers flexing over the soft, warm skin of his hip.

“I told you before that I like seeing you enjoy yourself. It makes me happy knowing that you like what I give you and I like taking care of you in this way. I promise you, Sangwoo-ah, I love everything about you and that most definitely includes your body any way it comes.”

Sangwoo feels warm, verging on hot, under the onslaught of attention from Jaeyoung.

The words are short, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Sangwoo loves the way that Jaeyoung can cut through the bullshit– he knows exactly what to say to him, how to say it, too.

Direct and honest communication doesn’t have to be hard, Sangwoo knows. It’s rare to find someone else who knows how to, though. For the hundredth time, he’s glad that he has Jaeyoung.

“Thank you, hyung,” Sangwoo whispers, more breath than words.

Against where he’s kissing a line down his neck, Sangwoo feels Jaeyoung shake his head. “Never thank me for this, Sangwoo-ah. And if I ever do anything to make you unsure, I want you to kick my ass, okay?”

He comes back up to meet Sangwoo’s eyes for the last part, his own gaze fever bright and his grin devilish.

Sangwoo loves it, loves him.

He nods a little, words getting caught in his throat. It’s okay, though, because Jaeyoung just continues roaming around his body, hand squeezing his thigh rough enough to make Sangwoo gasp– in direct contrast to the way he lays a kiss on the high of his cheekbone, featherlight.

Jaeyoung’s breath is warm against his ear as he takes the lobe between his teeth, nibbling sweetly.

In the next moment– and Sangwoo is easily overwhelmed by Jaeyoung when he’s like this, loves that his brain just turns off and he’s left just to feel– his boyfriend hitches his leg high on his hip.

They fit together well, Sangwoo thinks, flush traveling down his chest at the heat banked under his skin.

“What would you say if I told you that I think you’re even cuter like this, baby? Just when I think you can’t get any more perfect, I wake up the next morning to see I was wrong, again. Every day, Sangwoo-ah.”

Jaeyoung’s voice is low in his ear, rough. A shiver snakes up Sangwoo’s spine, hearing how affected Jaeyoung is over him. It’s undeniably sexy, the way Jaeyoung doesn’t hide how Sangwoo makes him feel.

In fact, Jaeyoung’s shameless when it’s just the two of them. Sangwoo starts to think that he was silly for even entertaining the idea that his boyfriend didn’t find him desirable.

Any remaining tension leaves Sangwoo as the last shred of his uncertainty ebbs away. He arches into Jaeyoung, tightening his thigh to pull them closer together.

“Fuck,” Jaeyoung rasps under his breath and he huffs out a laugh, so turned on and desperate for it. “You drive me fucking crazy, Sangwoo-ah.”

A tiny laugh escapes Sangwoo– pleased that he can have such an effect on Jaeyoung.

His laughter soon turns into a moan though, as Jaeyoung’s hand drifts lower.

Then it’s Jaeyoung’s turn to laugh in his ear, wicked and fond, as he spends most of the night backing up his words with action.

The next morning, Sangwoo is late walking into class for an entirely different reason. He hears his classmates whispering to themselves when he walks in behind the professor, unable to stop the small smile from curving along his mouth. As always, his boyfriend is to blame for his lack of punctuality.

Still, he’s glad that Jaeyoung’s hoodie covers up the most blatant of the marks.

#!!!! it's here! #my first jangchu fic #i can't believe i wrote all this in two days #it was so much fun! just writing this pure fluff #i love them so much #can't believe i've been in the fandom less than two weeks and have already written something #this is by far the fastest i've ever gone in #i hope anyone who reads this enjoys it <3 #flex on me #my writing #semantic error #jangchu #jangchu fic #jaeyoung x sangwoo #semantic error fic

[luvsae]

does anyone have squid game requests? ill write for anyone !!

#gi hun squid game #fanfic #fluff stuff #fluff scenario #squid game #saebyeok imagines #cho sangwoo

[cristenorite]

Before You Go To SNU (Chapter 4)

Read chapter 1

Read chapter 2

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Relationships: Cho Sang-Woo/Seong Gi-Hun (main), Kang Sae-Byeok/Ji-Yeong (side)

Contents: Fluff, Light Angst, Established Relationship, High School AU, classmates, sangwoo is not a snake, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, one brief homophobic encounter but only for one chapter, sangwoo implies that he wants to have sex but they never actually do it, 17 year olds (pretend they're all the same age), Boys In Love, Slice of Life

Characters: Cho Sang-Woo, Seong Gi-Hun, Ali Abdul, Kang Sae-Byeok, Ji-Yeong, Hwang Jun-ho, Jang Deok-su, Han Min-yeo, Seong Gi-Hun's mother, Cho Sang-Woo's mother

Note: I cross-posted this from AO3 so if you're more comfortable reading there, you can go ahead and do that, this is also a multi-chapter fic. 3/5 chapters are uploaded

The cold wraps around Sang-Woo and Gi-Hun as they enter the air-conditioned store. Sang-Woo takes a shopping basket and heads to an aisle without looking back to see if Gi-Hun is following him. 

This is probably the worst fight they've had since the start of their relationship. And to think, just a few days ago, things were going great since that kiss. He couldn’t take his eyes off Gi-Hun, and now he can't even look at him. 

They've made out plenty since then. When he had Gi-Hun over to tutor him, at the school library, where they were almost caught by a teacher, even at the riverbank, where they were caught by Ji-Yeong. They've gotten better at it too, with Sang-Woo copying what he saw at the movies. 

But then Thursday came along. Fucking Thursday. 

Gi-Hun's footsteps get louder beside him, almost drowning out the muffled sounds of a drizzle starting. Gi-Hun catches up to Sang-Woo's pace. It takes everything in Sang-Woo to not look at him. 

Gi-Hun’s guard is up. It’s like he’s built a wall between them that Sang-Woo can’t break or climb over, but he looks up and sees Gi-Hun peeking over, looking at him with an expression that tells him that if Sang-Woo brings his pride down, Gi-Hun will bring down the wall. 

Sang-Woo halts next to the colored papers. “What colors do you want?” 

“You choose,” Gi-Hun mutters. 

Sang-Woo rolls his eyes and turns to face Gi-Hun. His brain stops working, however, when he makes eye contact with Gi-Hun's piercing eyes. Gosh, he thinks. What happened to the puppy dog eyes Gi-Hun's always had? 

Sang-Woo takes a breath. “Look, I know you're mad, I am too, but if we're gonna have to work on this stupid project together, you're gonna have to cooperate, okay?” It came out more aggressive than he meant. 

Gi-Hun looks shocked, but he just closes his eyes. “Blue, yellow and green,” he says through his teeth. 

Sang-Woo huffs out a frustrated thank you, grabs the papers, and puts them in the basket. 

YESTERDAY, THURSDAY

Gi-Hun is leaning against the bookshelf as Sang-Woo’s hands ruffle through his hair. Their lips are pressed together, noses brushing while taking in each other’s scent. Gi-Hun pulls away for a second to catch his breath but is immediately sucked back to Sang-Woo’s mouth, causing their teeth to clash for a moment. Gi-Hun emits a small yelp of pain, or maybe it was a moan, Sang-Woo can’t tell. 

Sunlight shines through a window and puts a spotlight on them, adding to the heat of their kiss and brisk heartbeats. Their uniforms get warmer from the friction of their chests. Sang-Woo is a little scared that they’ll get caught, but probably not nearly enough as he should be. 

The books behind Gi-Hun shake. “Wait,” Gi-Hun says, pulling away. “We’re being too loud, this is a library.”

They are positioned at the very back of the room, bookshelves covering them. Barely any people are in the room, just them, the librarian, and a few students studying.

Sang-Woo wipes a sweat running down Gi-Hun’s forehead. “Then kiss me slower.”

Gi-Hun’s cheeks flush as Sang-Woo’s thumbs caress them. Sang-Woo leans back in. Gi-Hun’s eyes close a moment before Sang-Woo shuts his. They meet again. Gi-Hun’s mouth opens as Sang-Woo’s tongue finds its way in. They move in a rhythm, Sang-Woo’s hand travels down to Gi-Hun’s waist as Gi-Hun holds Sang-Woo’s neck. 

A thud near them.

They stop abruptly, quickly getting off each other, a thread of saliva snapping at their divergence. Sang-Woo grabs a book and pretends to read. Gi-Hun wipes his mouth with his arm. 

The teacher emerges from the bookshelves, halts, and looks at them for a few seconds. Sang-Woo keeps his eyes on the book, which he’s too nervous to even see. He’s looking at it, but he’s not seeing it. 

“You two,” the teacher says. Sang-Woo and Gi-Hun stiffen up as they turn to look at him. “It’s almost one o’clock. Shouldn’t you be going to your classrooms?”

“Uh, of course, sir,” Sang-Woo says. “We were just about to leave.”

The teacher nods. “Your book’s upside down by the way.” He pushes up his glasses and walks away. 

They looked at each other and burst out into laughter as Sang-Woo closes his book shut. He looks down at the cover— Three Generations upside down.

くコ:彡 くコ:彡 くコ:彡

Gi-Hun and Sang-Woo sit next to each other in class. The teacher stands behind his desk, holding a stack of papers. “Alright, everybody listen!” he says as he taps the stack of papers on the desk, evening them out. “You’re gonna do your project in pairs. I’ll call out the names of your partners!”

The teacher looks at the papers. “Jiyeong and Jun-Ho. Ali and Sae-Byeok…” He continues, then, finally, “Gi-Hun and Sang-Woo.”

Sang-Woo smiles. He would probably do the entire project by himself if Gi-Hun asked, but Sang-Woo knew he wouldn’t. Sure, Gi-Hun can be irresponsible at times, but that doesn’t mean he’ll let anyone he loves suffer. It’s one of the things that gives Sang-Woo a fuzzy feeling every time he looks at Gi-Hun. 

He looks at Gi-Hun, who is giving him the same loving smile he has on his face. 

“Okay, you all got that?” the teacher says. “Now, for your project, you’re going to make a pop-up card made of colored paper cut in the shapes of different quadrilaterals. It’s up to you what object you’d like to create. Does everybody understand?”

The whole class says, “Yes,” in unison.

The bell rings. 

“And remember, the school dance is on Saturday.” The teacher exits the room. It’s their last period, and the students start to stand up and put on their backpacks. Sang-Woo does too. He sees Gi-Hun stand up and Sang-Woo grabs his bag before him.

“I’ll do it for you,” he says smiling, wearing the backpack at the front. Gi-Hun smiles back at him for that. Sang-Woo feels his cheeks heat up and that fuzzy feeling grows in his chest again.

“So, about the school dance…” Gi-Hun says. Sang-Woo smiles, he's already asked Gi-Hun to go with him earlier this morning. Of course,  Gi-Hun said yes.

“Pick you up at seven?” 

Gi-Hun nods. 

They walk slowly through the hallway side by side. Sang-Woo thinks Gi-Hun’s hands must be metal and his must be a magnet because the pull when they’re only inches apart is excruciatingly strong. But Gi-Hun takes Sang-Woo’s hand, and his palm doesn’t feel like metal. It’s soft and warm and feels like home, and he can imagine the rest of his life like this: Gi-Hun’s warmth sprawling through his body while they grow old and live together. 

The heat of Gi-Hun’s touch travels through Sang-Woo’s entire body, and embarrassingly, that includes the place in his crotch. Sang-Woo feels his boxers getting tighter.

Shit. They’re still in school. Sang-Woo can’t be caught in public with a hard-on while holding hands with his boyfriend! 

Sang-Woo’s palms grow sweaty from the fire in his thumping chest. He jerks his hand off of Gi-Hun’s. His boyfriend flits his head to him with shock and concern in his eyes. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Gi-Hun presses his hand onto Sang-Woo’s neck. “Your pulse is heavy… and you’re sweating so much again! Did your fever come back?”

Fuck. With Gi-Hun this close, Sang-Woo will overheat. And the worry in his voice too. Oh no, Sang-Woo can’t take it anymore. 

He puts his hands on Gi-Hun’s cheek so suddenly that he’s practically slapping him. Sang-Woo pulls Gi-Hun in and catches his lips with Sang-Woo’s own, closing his eyes. All of this before he could even think.  

Sang-Woo parts his lips, but instead of Gi-Hun doing the same and taking in Sang-Woo like how he did earlier in the library, Sang-Woo feels Gi-Hun’s hands pressing on his chest and pushing him away. 

Sang-Woo opens his eyes and sees Gi-Hun looking at him with those same eyes, and they’re still filled with shock. But this time, they’re not filled with concern.

They’re filled with fear.

“W…what are you doing?” Gi-Hun whimpers. And it’s then that Sang-Woo realizes how many people are staring at them.

What did he do? Sang-Woo feels his insides sink and shame weighing down on him. It’s suffocating. 

“It’s… I—  Well—” he struggles to get a word out. 

“Let’s talk somewhere else.” Gi-Hun blinks. His eyes are starting to water. “Just… follow me.” Gi-Hun starts walking off. Sang-Woo stares at Gi-Hun’s shrinking silhouette for a few seconds, not fully registering what’s going on. 

He hears Deok-su’s voice from behind. “Well, well, well, are the two fairies having a lovers’ quarre—”

“Shut the fuck up, Deok-su.” Sang-Woo follows Gi-Hun, flipping off the teasing boy from behind. 

Gi-Hun leads Sang-Woo to a nearby vacant boys’ bathroom. It smells like garbage, one of the lights is broken, and the mirror is smudged with Lord knows what, but it’s the nearest place where they can get privacy. The two are about three feet apart. They stand quietly for a moment.

Gi-Hun turns around to face Sang-Woo. “W…” he starts, but doesn’t finish. He looks at the stalls, probably to make sure that no one is there to eavesdrop. “Why did you do that?” Gi-Hun’s voice wavers a little. 

“I thought you wouldn't have a problem with it. We’ve kissed a bunch of times before and you were fine—”

“That’s because you asked first so I was prepared!” He fidgets with his hands. “And it wasn’t in front of that many people! And, and…”  Gi-Hun bows his head, but Sang-Woo can tell he’s about to cry.  “And you weren’t so forceful like that those other times. You just… suddenly grabbed me and smushed your lips on mine.” He pauses between each sentence. “It hurt. And it was scary.” He was shouting at first but now he’s whimpering each word. Sang-Woo could hear him whisper, “Plus, fevers are contagious.” 

But, that isn’t fair! Sang-Woo thinks. He’s heard many times that it’s normal for teenage boys to have raging hormones. Every time he’s seen a guy being disruptive or doing something he isn’t wanted to do, Sang-Woo has heard people say, “Boys will be boys.” He’s only seen movies where even if the man kisses the girl without asking, the girl doesn’t mind. So, why is it his fault? Why is Gi-Hun blaming him? He didn’t do anything wrong.

Right?

He thinks of the way Gi-Hun looked at him with fear, and the shame and guilt press down deeper on him but somehow, his ego upholds his pride and pushes the remorse away. 

“So, what? You’re embarrassed to be seen kissing me? Does it embarrass you to love me?” Sang-Woo says.

Gi-Hun looks at him with disbelief and a tinge of sadness. His brows furrow in anger. “Don’t try to turn this around on me, Cho. When did I fucking say that? All this time, you’ve respected my space and decisions, so why are you doing this now? Is it so hard to keep on asking me before you do it for fuck’s sake?” 

Sang-Woo huffs. Cho. His last name. Gi-Hun hasn’t called him that since elementary. 

Gi-Hun’s eyes are red and filled with tears. It makes Sang-Woo’s heart ache. Gi-Hun storms out of the room and Sang-Woo is left in this shitty, stinky bathroom. Sang-Woo looks at himself in the mirror. Was he really in the right?

Or did he just fuck this whole thing up? 

TODAY, FRIDAY

The fresh smell of an air-conditioned store lingers. Sang-Woo’s hands grow cold around the plastic handle of the shopping basket. He wonders if Gi-Hun’s hand is cold as well. It must be. Sang-Woo wants to hold it and keep it in his warm pocket. And maybe it will still feel like home. Even after that fight, the magnetic force is still there.

Sang-Woo looks out the window and sees the cloudy skies, the drizzle slowly turning to rain. The stars are no longer visible unlike that night during the field trip when they first kissed. 

And yet again, he’s thinking about kissing Gi-Hun. Gosh, how frequently has he been thinking that?

Sang-Woo’s mother found out about the project and had him call Gi-Hun to arrange a date and time to work on the project together. Sang-Woo thought it was gonna be a hard call but it was Gi-Hun’s mother who answered and she told Sang-Woo that she’ll have Gi-Hun come to their house this evening.

So now here they are.

The store is pretty quiet, except for the nearby beeping of the cash register and the quiet voice of the cashier handling the customers’ purchases. And somehow, the silence is making things worse for Sang-Woo. It lets his thoughts sit and rest and allows the guilt to slide back in, where it belongs. The pride has diminished over time, so there is nothing to push it back. 

Ever since the argument happened, he’s had nothing else to think about other than the situation. He went over every word that was said and each feeling he experienced.

Only now has he thought about what Gi-Hun might have felt. 

The guilt sprawls over him wider.

“I’m s…” Sang-Woo heard himself mutter before he knew it. Gi-Hun looks at him.  The hostility and anger in his eyes seem to have lessened a little. “I’m s…” he tries again.

“What?” Gi-Hun mutters. The bricks of the wall are slowly cracking.

“I’m…searching for the card stock. Have you seen it?” For fuck’s sake! He can’t even apologize. How on earth is he gonna make this right?

Gi-Hun sighs. And just like that, the wall is back up. The chain is on his door again and the defenses are up once more. 

Gi-Hun’s eyes slowly get wet. “Are you really that impenetrable to guilt?” he snaps. The beeping of the cash register stops and the light chatter ceases. The sounds of the impending rain outside grow louder. They should’ve brought an umbrella.

 Sang-Woo can tell people are staring at them about to have an argument. Just like yesterday. 

“Gi-Hun—” 

“I can’t do this.” Gi-Hun walks out of the store. Sang-Woo drops his basket, spilling all the items they were about to purchase.

“Wait, no, Gi-Hun, it’s pouring, you’ll catch a cold!” He chases after him, opening the glass door and trading the cold air of the store for the frigid rain outside. He gets drenched instantly, and the raindrops hit them briskly. He catches up to Gi-Hun and grabs his hand. Gi-Hun halts, and Sang-Woo feels his wrist tighten.

“You know I’m faster than you,” Sang-Woo tries to joke, but Gi-Hun turns to face him and his expression says that Gi-Hun’s in no mood for jokes. Gi-Hun yanks his hand off Sang-Woo’s. 

His eyes transform from angry to heartbroken, restoring his puppy dog eyes. Seeing him like this, drenched with a sorrowful look on his face, the guilt takes over Sang-Woo’s body. And he can no longer fight it. He can no longer try to evade the truth.

He fucked up. Really bad.

“You know,” Gi-Hun starts, “one of the biggest reasons why I fell so hard for you is because you were caring and gentle and responsible and you cared for my feelings .” Gi-Hun sobs. “I don’t why you’re like this now but I don’t know if I wanna stay with someone who doesn’t respect my boundaries.” His eyes are so red. The tears from his eyes blend with the rain. 

“And you can’t even say sorry,” his voice crumbles. “If you still want to take me to the dance, fine. But, I think we need a break,” he finishes off. And with that, he walks away.

Sang-Woo wants to chase after him, to say he’s sorry and that he’s realized he’s wrong and that he swears it’ll never happen again. That he’ll never hurt him again. That he can’t stand to see him hurting so much because of him. 

But he doesn’t. He just stands still in the pouring rain, not sure if it’s the gelid rain or time that froze him.

Realizing that Gi-Hun just left him. Under the same sky they fell in love on.

#squid game #Fluff #High school au #sangwoo x gihun

[angelltheninth]

Soft Yandere Sangwoo Sleeps Over

Pairing: Oh Sangwoo x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, yandere behavior, possessiveness, sharing a bed, kissing, marking, grinding, mention of a boner

A/N: I'm writing a story with a yandere character so I need to get some practice in with this.

Nerves were all over the place for you

You make sure everything is neat and clean before he comes over

Sangwoo brings you flowers and a big backpack with his things

He feels very at home at your place, almost too much

Comments on your lack of security, it's very easy for someone to break in if they want to

He doesn't mean to freak you out, he's just being a caring boyfriend

Of course he could sleep over more often to protect you, or even better you should move in with him

That was a joke, your relationship isn't far enough along yet

But he was serious about security and sleeping over more often

Enough about those topics, he's here to have fun with you

Insists on being half naked so you can wear his shirt, which you should do more often cause it looks great on you

Can't go without kissing you, none of them are soft or chaste and all involve a bit of biting until you moan and whimper at every kiss

Sangwoo doesn't care how big or small your bed is, he will make you both fit on it

If nothing else you will sleep on top of him

Pushes his shirt off your shoulders so he can bite down on you

It is not meant to be painful, just to mark you

It's not like anyone will see it unless you wear something more revealing

He can feel you grinding your hips against him at that remark, if you want for other people to know you're his he is also fine with that

Doesn't bother hiding his boner in tbe morning, he seems rather proud to show it to you actually

Can't stop himself from grinding against you when he sees you walking around with nothing but his shirt from last night

If you like it that much he can give it to you but he wants pictures of you wearing it

#sangwoo x reader #oh sangwoo x reader #killing stalking x reader #manhwa x reader #sangwoo x you #oh sangwoo x you #killing stalking x you #manhwa x you #sangwoo imagine #oh sangwoo imagine #killing stalking imagine #manhwa imagines #manhwa yandere #yandere drabble #x reader

[impromptu-sketches]

𝔹𝕃 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟛 ✦ 𝕎ℝ𝔸ℙ-𝕌ℙ

Happy New Year! ☕️⋅˚₊‧🌸•₊✧📖｡⋆

For all of the BL stories I've read this past year, I have a winner in 13 categories and 5 overall 2023 winners!!

This was an amazing year for BL and incredibly hard just to narrow these down to only five per category. Thank you to all of the authors, writers, and creators out there! We appreciate your hard work ♡

Enjoy!

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✰ FUNNIEST

And the nominees are...

Killer Crush (2022 winner)

Punch Drunk Love

Sekai-ichi Hatsukoi / The World's Greatest First Love: The Case of Ritsu Onodera

Lucky Paradise

Sasaki and Miyano

And the winner is...

PUNCH DRUNK LOVE

Moscareto, you've done it again. I'm literally laughing every chapter. The characters, the art, the whole story is amazing. Can't wait to continue reading it this year and will definitely be a re-read for me down the line. Love those AU chapters too!!

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✰ MOST INTRIGUING

And the nominees are...

Mad Place (2021 winner)

Lost in the Cloud

Shutline

Liveta

I Became the Lousy Side Top

And the winner is...

I BECAME THE LOUSY SIDE TOP

Yay!! I was so surprised by this manhwa. I started to re-read it and suddenly it was taking over my thoughts - the transportation mystery and the shifting love triangle has me hooked!! I'm so excited to see where it goes from here ❀

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✰ BEST S3X SCENES

And the nominees are...

Pearl Boy

Love in Orbit

Coyote

Taming the Tiger

The Ghost's Nocturne

And the winner is...

COYOTE

I mean... everything this author does is beautiful and sexy af. Their very first sex scene was... very good. The difference in species, the secrets, the newness, the amazing art style (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ Easily some of the hottest scenes I've read.

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✰ FAVORITE FLUFF

And the nominees are...

Our Dining Table

The Third Ending

Sasaki and Miyano

Hirano and Kagiura

Our Sunny Days

And the winner is...

OUR DINING TABLE

Awwwwww this one was so cute!! I read and also watched the live action which was great ♡ I usually don't get attached to shorter mangas because you don't spend as much time with the story and characters, but because I watched the live action with this one it's stuck in my heart. Super soft romance ♡

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✰ FAVORITE BOTTOM

And the nominees are...

Seo-an | The Pizza Delivery Man and the Gold Palace (2022 winner)

Victor | Liveta (2021 winner)

Sangwoo | Semantic Error

Seon-Woo | Punch Drunk Love

Yeonwu | Banana Scandal

And the winner is...

SEON-WOO | PUNCH DRUNK LOVE

He really stole my heart with his hilarious daydreams and fantasies, but I grew to love this character even more because of his sweet (yet sexually charged) nature and the fact that he's genuine and earnest. So cute and just an overall unique character ♡

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✰ FAVORITE TOP

And the nominees are...

Giovanni | Hold Me Tight (2021 winner)

Dooshik | Pearl Boy

Ash | Define the Relationship

Juwon | High Clear

Yoonseul | The Third Ending

And the winner is...

GIOVANNI | HOLD ME TIGHT

Giovanni again!! ♡ It was super tough to choose from this list of amazing men but as I've said many, many times, Giovanni has my whole heart. I simply love him.

Like a lot of the tops on this list (I love the green flags the most ♡) he's different from the typical top who's a company president/director. He doesn't care about money, power, or really anything else except the ones he loves - which is mainly just Felix. One of my favorite things about Giovanni is that he'll drop absolutely anything to go to Felix's side, no questions asked. And sometimes a few questions would be a good thing.

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✰ FAVORITE COUPLE

And the nominees are...

Dooshik & Jooha | Pearl Boy (2021 and 2022 winner)

Skylar & Cirrus | Lost in the Cloud

Taeman & Dahyeok | Killer Crush

Sangwoo & Jaeyoung | Semantic Error

Sasaki & Miyano | Sasaki and Miyano

Woo-won & Seo-an | The Pizza Delivery Man & the Gold Palace

And the winner is...

DOOSHIK & JOOHA | PEARL BOY

Dooshik & Jooha again!! ♡ It was so hard to choose from this list!! But if you've read Pearl Boy, you know these two are the epitome of ride or die. On top of that, they're also so many other things, like adorable, awkward, funny, silly, and incredibly sexy. I absolutely LOVED their awkward and silly beginning and both of their determination throughout the story to be with each other and care for each other ♡♡

(Yes I have six in this category but I couldn't take any of these off the list!!)

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✰ FAVORITE SIDE COUPLE

And the nominees are...

Potato & Heesung | Jinx

Sys & Randolph | King's Maker: Triple Crown

Deisel & Ein | Wolf in the House

Taeman & Da-hyuk | Killer Crush

Seo & Do-Hyeok | My Suha (side chapters)

And the winner is...

SEO & DO-HYEOK | MY SUHA (SIDE CHAPTERS)

I'm kind of surprised this won, but I can't lie. I ate these side chapters up. Every week I looked forward to seeing if these two were going to fight, f*ck, or fight while f*cking. I didn't think it would end so soon and abruptly. I was also hoping for a different ending. But I'm happy we got this story in the first place because I don't think anyone expected these two characters to interact, I'm glad we got to see it. And maybe we'll see more of them someday? A girl can dream.

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✰ COUPLE I MOST WANT TO BE IN A THROUPLE WITH

And the nominees are...

Our Sunny Days

Define the Relationship

The Pizza Delivery Man and The Gold Palace

Pearl Boy

Hold Me Tight

And the winner is...

DEFINE THE RELATIONSHIP

:'( Sadly none of these will become a reality, but if I could choose a relationship to be welcomed into with open arms, it would be with these two beautiful men. Two alphas? Are you kidding me? Two alphas, one top one bottom... yes please!!

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✰ FAVORITE MAIN CHARACTER

And the nominees are...

Seon-Woo | Punch Drunk Love

Juwon | High Clear

Yoonseul | The Third Ending

Taeman | Killer Crush

Shin | Shutline

And the winner is...

TAEMAN | KILLER CRUSH

Taeman ♡♡♡ we've got ourselves a killer / babygirl! Really the perfect example of 'get you a man who can do both.' He'll kill a wild boar to save you no sweat then cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie with you. He's shy and blushes a lot, he's also calm, cool, and collected when he needs to be. He is everything to me ♡ Looking forward to re-reading Killer Crush soon before the next season comes out!!

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✰ FAVORITE SIDE CHARACTER

And the nominees are...

Deisel | Wolf in the House

Woojin | Lucky Paradise

Sys | King's Maker: Triple Crown

Heesung | Jinx

Potato | Jinx

And the winner is...

SYS | KING'S MAKER / KING'S MAKER: TRIPLE CROWN

Where do I start? I love him ♡ I love everything about him. I love his cuteness and his cheerful energy. I fucking love his dom side, his choice of outfits for himself and others, his taste in men. What an icon. I'm sure I'll have much more to say after actually reading season 3.

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✰ FAVORITE BOY

And the nominees are...

Kim Dan | Jinx

Dooshik | Pearl Boy

Giovanni | Hold Me Tight

Yoonseul | The Third Ending

Juwon | High Clear

And the winner is...

JUWON | HIGH CLEAR

I love this boy so much! So cute, so funny, incredibly awkward, and so freaking sexy. I love his tough energy in the beginning and his more recent soft top energy. His chibis kill me every single time. And I think it's well known by now that characters with red hair like this are my weakness (>ω<)

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✰ FAVORITE TOXIC BL

And the nominees are...

Twittering Birds Never Fly

Low Tide in Twilight

Jinx

Under the Green Light

My Suha (side chapters)

And the winner is...

TWITTERING BIRDS NEVER FLY

How can I not choose Twittering Birds when I've been obsessed with it for like 3 years? I re-read it a few months ago and cannot get enough of these two. I love it. I need more. I pray for a happy ending - though not anytime soon. I cannot get enough of their tension and the recent chapters!!!! ⁂((✪o✪))⁂ I'm so excited to see what we'll see from them this year.

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✰ SUING FOR EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

And the winner is...

PEARL BOY

I bawled my eyes out after seeing one tiktok of these two. The ending... while technically happy... had me in tears. Really, I was in distress throughout the entire series. And also the ending could have been happier and more clear in my opinion. But was it all worth it? Yes. Would I do it again? Ideally I would read it all in one go, but still yes.

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✰ FAVORITE NEW BL

And the winner is...

OUR SUNNY DAYS

Ahhhhhhh!!! I'm so happy about this new BL!! So wholesome, so cute, SO FUNNY!! Not even 10 chapters in and I already adored all three of them. So much warmth ♡ I would read 100+ chapters about them just going about their daily lives.

The author apologized in chapter 22(?) because we had to wait so long for spicier chapters - first, I did not once feel like I was waiting too long for spicy chapters, I wasn't even thinking about that, I was just happy and second, dear author, you never have to apologize for anything, you're creating a masterpiece here. I already know it's going to be one of my all time favorites ♡♡♡

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✰ FAVORITE ONGOING BL

And the winner is...

SEKAI-ICHI HATSUKOI / THE WORLD'S GREATEST FIRST LOVE: THE CASE OF RITSU ONODERA

Oh my god... I read this for the first time this year, not expecting much but to my surprise I enjoyed every second of it 0_0

It was just so fun! Ritsu was hilarious and relatable (minus the nepotism), maybe controversial, but I love Takano ♡ That man just wants Ritsu's love, he's got it so bad.

I loved reading about all of the side characters and couples too ♡♡ I will be reading Junjou Romantica and then re-reading this and then probably watching both animes. And by then, maybe, finally, Ritsu will have confessed.

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✰ FAVORITE BL THAT ENDED THIS YEAR

And the winner is...

HOLD ME TIGHT, BANANA SCANDAL, -AND- SEMANTIC ERROR

I couldn't decide!!! How was I supposed to decide between these three??? There were so many great BLs that ended this year (ノAヽ)

Hold Me Tight - Wow, 194 episodes and I would have kept reading as far as the author wanted to go. This one has a special place in my heart because I remember exactly where I was when I started it and binged probably the whole first season. I've since re-read the entire thing, and despite how long it is, I was so sad when I got to the last chapter. One of my all time favorites. I love Giovanni and Felix so much ♡♡ I love their love ♡♡ (Leegang was my favorite side character). Funny, heartwarming, loving, wholesome ♡

Banana Scandal - I am so so SO glad that we got a season 3 ♡ Even with 190 episodes, similarly, I would have read three more seasons. I loved Taehee and Dojin in season one so much, but Yeonwoo and Taehwan stole my heart just as much at the end of season 2 and in season 3!! I will definitely be re-reading this again ♡ and recommending it forever. Sweet, funny, cute, love these boys ♡

Semantic Error - which just ended like last week it feels like. I'm so sad seeing this one end right now, I want to see more of Sangwoo and Jaeyoung ♡ I feel like there was some more to tell - I'm really hoping for a few side chapters. But overall, duh, I LOVED reading this. So funny, had me hooked from the very beginning. Enjoyed the art style, the concept, and of course the characters ♡♡ I will be re-reading this one again someday. And maybe checking out the novel...

For all of these and other ones that ended this year, I'll be so excited to read future works by these authors!!! ♡♡♡

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✰ FAVORITE BL OF 2023

And the winner is...

SASAKI AND MIYANO -AND- HIRANO AND KAGIURA

I cheated again and included both of these for best of 2023! I think we all know why and know that I couldn't possible choose one over the other.

Sasaki & Miyano I started in the beginning of 2022 and immediately read Hirano and Kagiura after I caught up and also immediately watched the anime. And now we have a movie!

In addition to being an adorable and wholesome romance, both of these were hilarious. Miyano is my favorite, and one of my favorite panels of him is when he called Hirano an uke to his face ʱªʱªʱª(ᕑᗢूᓫ∗) Miyano you crazy fudanshi!!

The tension with both of these couples!! So freaking soft ♡ and the way I know we're all screeching at just hand holding and little touches is delightful ♡

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Thank you for reading!

#wrapped #bl manhwa #bl manga #yaoi #boys love #sasaki and miyano #hirano and kagiura #semantic error #banana scandal #hold me tight #sekai ichi hatsukoi #the world's greatest first love #pearl boy #twittering birds never fly #king's maker #king's maker triple crown #punch drunk love

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 16.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 7,234

warnings/includes (!) I’m sorry, but we’re back in angstville for this one, be strong, everything will be ok!!!! There’s like 10% fluff, then 90% angst, conflict, they tell Oc’s family and it couldn’t go any worse if they tried tbh, Oc’s dad is not happy to put it lightly, he goes OFF, mentions of parent death, prepare to feel really sorry for Seokjin lmao, but he also gives the dad what for, our man needs a hug, but also Oc deserves one too! 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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Yesterday had been a busy day altogether, because after your appointment with Dr. Choi, you’d visited Yuna and Jimin to share the news, then three (unplanned) hours later, you had to whisk off to meet up with Hoseok, Kang and Jungkook, the latter making reservations for dinner. You’d thought about gathering all your friends together to tell them, but you’d both decided quite resolutely, that you weren’t ready for Yuna and Jungkook to meet just yet. You would save that for the baby shower Yuna kept going on (and on) about. 

You’d texted Namjoon to tell him he’d lost the betting pool, and also Yoongi to let him know he was on the winner’s team, who floated the idea of Globbina for a name – which had made Seokjin laugh a lot when you’d told him, followed by a ‘please, God no.’ You’d also let Yuna’s parents know the news, feeling guilty you’d managed to forget about them when Boyoung’s text had come through politely asking if she could find out. In the general scheme of things, you probably didn’t have that many people to tell, but to you it seemed like hundreds. 

The day after, you both made the drive down to visit Seokjin’s parents again, his brother and Seohyun already there with Taeoh and Jiu, all of them excitedly waiting to find out whether Glob was a girl or boy – well, maybe minus Jiu, who didn’t understand what was going on (but, was successfully warming to you more!) Mikyung teared up as soon as you told her the news and showed her the sonograms. She couldn’t wait to meet her second baby granddaughter. Sangwoo smiled and clasped Seokjin’s shoulder proudly, Seokwon brought him into a hug, just as Seohyun did the same to you, which should have felt awkward, but you were just so happy to share the news, so happy everyone was happy too, you didn’t bat an eyelid. Taeoh squealed and wrapped his arms around the tops of your thighs, happily yelling HI GIRL GLOB COUSIN to your bump, while Jiu looked at him oddly. 

(Deciding to tell him that nickname was the best thing you’d ever done. You were pretty sure it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.)

“Is your brother silly?” you’d asked her, crouching down as much as you could in an attempt to be eye level. You’d been rewarded with your first smile and a shy chuckle. You’d have this whole mother thing down in no time! 

Then on Monday, it was the office’s turn! Two days later they surprised you with a little party and a cake that said: ‘It’s a girl!’ in stereotypical pink icing, not that you didn’t love and appreciate it – cake was cake, and it was a very delicious cake at that! You were further surprised when you saw Seokjin walking through the door, Namjoon having secretly invited him, and your jaw practically dropped when later you saw him having a friendly conversation with Yoongi by the water cooler. 

The only ones you hadn’t told yet, was your family. The guilt had started to creep in when you’d told Seokjin’s, and had gradually, but surely grown worse as the week went by. They didn’t even know you were pregnant! The cruise had been out of your control, however you couldn’t help but wish you’d told them earlier. It had been a mistake to keep it from them this long. 

Thankfully though, your dad and Yeonja were now home, and you were almost certain that as soon as Yeonja had gotten through the front door – no, maybe sooner than that – she had lunged for the phone, calling you to organise lunch for Saturday. Every time you thought about it you felt a little sick. Of course, as it usually seemed to be, Saturday rolled around way too fast, and you had no other option but to put on your big girl pants (which were actually really stretchy ‘granny pants’ as Yuna called them.) You left to make the hour’s drive at half 11, your stomach twisting in anticipation. It was finally happening. 

Seokjin seemed nervous too, which wasn’t a surprise. He’d been quiet ever since he’d gotten a phone call from Hoseok as you were finishing off your makeup. You hadn’t heard the entire conversation because he’d slipped out of your bedroom to continue it, and when you’d asked him if everything was all right, he’d nodded and smiled. Maybe he’d been confiding in his best friend how anxious he was, not wanting to burden you. To show him you were in this together, you reached over to squeeze his thigh every once in a while, earning you a smile each time. 

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The car journey too, seemed to go too fast. In no time at all Seokjin was pulling into the familiar driveway. 

“This is a really nice house,” Seokjin awed, as you rounded the car to meet him, a bottle of champagne in one of his hands. 

“My dad built it,” you explained, smiling as he continued to gaze up at it, an almost silent woah, slipping past his throat. 

It wasn’t anything elaborate, your father didn’t like anything over the top, but it was a great looking house. You’d been so jealous of it when you were a kid, although you could never work out why. As you got older it all made sense. You wanted to live in a house your father had built. 

Casting his gaze over to you, Seokjin smiled warmly. “Do you think he can build us a home one day?” 

He was joking, you thought, or maybe not, the glint in his eyes almost hopeful, earnest? It made your insides feel all funny, hard to describe the feeling, but you were grinning, your hand finding his free one, laughing quietly. “Ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be.” 

The sound of the door knocker hitting the wood matched the banging of your heart, and you took a slow, deep breath, psyching yourself up. These past few months had been a series of new and nerve-wracking situations, what was one more to add to the pile? 

Yeonja was on the door like a flash, yanking it open, smile wide. “____, honey.” Her eyes were on your face for a second tops, before they flew to your right, taking in the man wrought with discomfort beside you. “This must be Seokjin. Oh my,” — back at you again, a raised eyebrow of approval. You’d told her his name on the phone and she said it now with a practised ease. 

And then, the moment you’d been waiting for. Her gaze dropped, briefly, to your stomach, barely taking it in before she was directing that smile back to Seokjin, and then…then she had to do a double take. “Oh—” she exclaimed, the sound sharp and cutting off abruptly. 

“Surprise,” you sang, internally cringing at yourself. You might as well have added jazz hands. 

“You’re—You’re—” 

You nodded, pretty sure she had guessed you were pregnant by now. The hug she threw your way confirmed it, but it was over surprisingly quick, and she just stared at you in wild disbelief, her hands gripping your shoulders. You offered her a feeble smile, unsure what else to do, or to actually say. 

Yeonja turned her head, looking behind her, then snapped her neck back to you. She repeated. Then hugged you again. When she pulled back you were afraid she might be malfunctioning. “Minsoo!” she suddenly cried in hysteric excitement. “Look!”  

Your stomach twisted. Yeonja was one person, you still had three more to go, your father being one of them. Your stepmom ushered you both inside just as you heard your dad’s footsteps coming into the hallway. You smiled at him sheepishly when he came into view and stopped by the staircase. Instantly, his eyes found your bump. “What’s this?” 

He said it so quietly, so calmly, you needed a moment to collect yourself and remember how to speak. “Surprise,” you sang once again (WHY), weaker this time. You’d expected him not to have much of a reaction, but the instant disappointment you felt made your heart feel as though it weighed a ton.  

“Minsoo,” Yeonja gushed, “isn’t this amazing news?” 

Before he had a chance to respond, or to grunt his response, your brother appeared from the living room, a baseball cap on his head back to front. “What’s going on?” he asked, brows furrowed, and you noticed the game controller in his hand.

“Your sister is expecting,” Yeonja beamed, the back of her fingers pressed to her mouth in a bid to control her excitement. 

Jihoon’s brow only seemed to crinkle more, obviously confused by the word ‘expecting.’ Expecting what? A delivery? Then, he looked at you, really looked at you, his mouth dropping open. “Holy fuck.” He said each syllable emphatically. He tilted his chin, ignoring his mom’s whispered scolding, and shouted up the stairs. “Joo, get the hell down here now!” There was a pause. “JUEUN!” 

Then just as loud: “I’m still getting ready, asshole!” 

Beside you, Seokjin shifted, but you felt strangely stiff, unable to turn to acknowledge him. Yeonja tutted, no doubt embarrassed. You knew Seokjin wouldn’t bat an eyelid at this kind of behaviour, he and Jungkook often acted in the same way and they were in their thirties, not in their late teens. He was probably just feeling uncomfortable because you father hadn’t taken his eyes off you both since he’d appeared. You chose to pretend you hadn’t noticed. 

“You’re gonna wanna see this,” Jihoon shouted back. 

“See what? Is ____ here?” Ten seconds later you heard a door open and just as quickly, your sister was running down the stairs to greet you, smiling as she did so. She noticed almost immediately, stopping on the second to last step. “Oh my god,” she gasped. “You’re pregnant?!” With a squeal, she was launching herself into your arms. 

“Jueun, not too hard. You might hurt her,” Yeonja warned, but it didn’t stop her from joining in. A laugh bubbled from your throat as you wrapped your arms around each of their waists, making the three-way hug work. “Jihoon,” Yeonja beckoned, pulling away. “Congratulate your sister.” 

He reluctantly made his way over, obviously embarrassed, because you guessed showing a little sibling affection was mortifying for an 18-year-old. Still, he gave you a short hug, mumbling, “Congrats, ____.” 

As he stepped back, you realised Jueun had belatedly taken note of Seokjin’s presence, her face a little flushed as she pushed some hair behind her ear and smiled up at him shyly. “Joo, Ji, this is Seokjin,” you introduced, trying to control your amused smile. 

Seokjin raised a hand adorably. “Nice to meet you guys.” He seemed a little overwhelmed, but kept a smile on his face, glancing at your father. “You too, sir.” 

Yikes, probably a little too formal for your father’s liking. Not that he said. Well, not that he responded at all, actually.

Yeonja cleared her throat before it could get anymore awkward, probably picking up on the atmosphere. “Let’s all sit down. Lunch is almost ready and you need to be off your feet as much as possible, ____, standing in the doorway like this.” She shook her head, as if chiding herself. “Jihoon, set the table.” 

“Why me?” he whined. “I was in the middle of a game.” 

“Just do it,” she said forcibly, no room for argument, before beaming over at Seokjin. “Let me take this off you, Seokjin.” She reached for the champagne, pausing to read the label. “Oh, how lovely. Thank you. Very fancy,” she giggled. Giggled. 

Of course. You should have known Seokjin could win her over with only his face. 

“Jueun, go help your brother,” she directed at your sister, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to lead you inside the front room – the room that was reserved for guests. “I have so many questions.” 

“I want to hear the answers as well,” Jueun grumbled, looking put out. 

“Well, make it snappy then,” Yeonja suggested primly, before laughing so loudly it pierced your ears. 

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Yeonja kept you talking well into lunch, it was a wonder you managed to eat at all. You filled her and Jueun in on all the little details of your pregnancy so far. How many months you were, that you were having a girl, what symptoms you had been, and were, suffering with. Even Jihoon listened with interest (until the symptoms part, that was.) Your father on the other hand stayed practically silent, sitting to your left at the top of the table. Any words he did say were few and far between, and always (reluctantly) prompted by Yeonja. A little voice in your head told you this was more than just being uninterested. He hadn’t cracked a smile once, his jaw set firmly. He was mad, everyone at the table knew that, but you couldn’t for the life of you understand why. 

“I wanted to tell you sooner,” you were telling Yeonja now, who was sat the opposite end of your dad. “But then I found out you and dad were going on that cruise and telling you on the phone seemed…” You trailed off guiltily, offering an apologetic smile. 

“That’s no problem, darling” Yeonja said with a smile. “How long have you known? Not long?” 

“Um. Actually, we’ve known quite early on,” you said awkwardly, now feeling even guiltier. “We didn’t want to say anything until it was safe, I guess. I didn’t want to jinx anything.” 

“Oh, ____, of course. We understand,” Yeonja replied, even if she did look a little shocked by your revelation. She turned her attention to Seokjin who was beside you. “And your parents, Seokjin, do they know yet?” 

“We told them around a month ago.” 

Yeonja shook her head. “That stupid cruise. I mean, it was a great cruise – We had a great time, didn’t we, honey?” Your dad grunted in response. “But I could have found out the news sooner!” 

“I can’t believe I’m going to be an aunt!” Jueun exploded, seated in front of you, making everyone laugh – sans one person. 

“What is it your parents do?” Yeonja asked Seokjin. 

“They’re retired actually,” he replied, wiping his mouth with his napkin. (A napkin?? Yeonja had really pulled out all the stops.) “Um. I own my own company, so I’m able to help out and provide for them. When they need it, of course,” he added awkwardly. He rarely liked talking about himself or his accomplishments, you’d long realised. 

“Oh. So filial,” Yeonja beamed, looking impressed. “Jihoon, are you taking note?” Jueun snicked beside him. “Are you going to own a company in the future and look after us?” 

Ignoring her, Jihoon asked Seokjin: “What’s the company?” 

“It’s a gaming company. You may have heard of it…Alpaca Gaming Studios?” 

Jihoon’s jaw dropped. “No fucking way!” 

“Language!” Yeonja clipped. 

“Mom, he owns one of the best gaming companies in the world,” Jihoon cried. Swearing was justified. 

“That might be a bit of an over exaggeration,” Seokjin chuckled. 

“This is fu—I mean, this is freaking crazy!” 

“So you’re famous?” Jueun asked, eyes wide. 

Seokjin full on laughed now. “Not quite. The games I helped create, maybe.” 

“They’re next level, dude,” Jihoon gushed. “I’ve been playing your games for years. Ever since I was a kid!” 

“They’re not just my games,” Seokjin stated modestly, but your brother was too far gone in his excitement to hear. 

“I’m googling you right now!”

“Let me seeeee,” Jueun whined, trying to look over his shoulder. 

“Get lost.” Jihoon nudged her away. “Woah. It really is you!” Holding up his phone, Seokjin’s face filled the screen. The same image you’d been met with when you too had googled his name all those months ago. 

“Oh, I should have my glasses…” Yeonja muttered. “Hold it closer, darling.” Yeonja practically leaned over the table. “A headshot! How handsome!” She glanced over at your dad. “Minsoo, are you seeing this? Your daughter’s boyfriend is a CEO.” 

“I see it.” 

Your stomach dropped at your dad’s tone, and you shared a surreptitious look with Jueun, who looked as unsure as you felt. Your dad seemed to have a problem with Seokjin? How and why? Seokjin shifted uncomfortably beside you, picking up on the vibe too, and you felt a twinge of embarrassment. How could your dad act this rude? 

“Jihoon, if you want, I can show you around the AGS building some time?” Seokjin suggested, trying his best to carry on as normal. 

“Foreal, dude?” Jihoon’s eyes were wide. 

Seokjin grinned. “Foreal.” 

“Can I come too?” Jeuen asked. 

“Sure.” 

“You don’t even play video games,” Jihoon shot, pulling a face. 

“I do!” 

“The Sims doesn’t count.” 

“Oh, come on,” Seokjin laughed. “It does. It’s a simulation game, just like BT21.” 

Despite the animosity radiating off your father in waves, it was nice to see Seokjin getting along with your siblings. You caught Yeonja’s eye and smiled. 

“BT21? That’s one of your games?” Jeuen asked. “Maybe I’ll buy it.” 

Seokjin shook his head. “No need to spend your money.” 

“She doesn’t have any money,” Jihoon scoffed. 

Seokjin chuckled. “I mean, I’ll get you a copy.” 

Jeuen beamed over at him. “Thank you, Seokjin.” 

You all managed to finish your meal, but conversation animatedly started back again halfway through dessert. This time however, it seemed your father wanted to join in… 

“Tell me more about your relationship,” Yeonja urged Seokjin. “How did you guys meet? When was it?” 

Jihoon groaned; the topic not nearly as interesting as AGS. 

“Oh,” Seokjin guffawed, put on the spot. He wasn’t the best at this, as you’d already established. Ten seconds of questions from Yeonja and he’d end up spilling all the sordid details. “We met at a bar.” 

“____ is always so secretive,” Yeonja joked. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been hiding you away for years.”

“Hah, not quite.” 

“How long?” 

You were so surprised to finally hear your dad’s voice unprompted, it didn’t register at first. Seokjin’s eyes were slightly rounded when he met his gaze, swallowing before he replied. “Well…” 

“How long have you been together?” your dad repeated flatly. 

“Minsoo,” Yeonja said, the smile on her face painful looking. 

“I just want to know how long he’s been dating my daughter.” 

Jihoon fidgeted in his seat, sensing the atmosphere immediately. Jueun looked at you, wincing. 

“It’s more than dating, dad,” you said as casually as you could manage. Practically the first words you’d uttered to him all afternoon.  

When his palm hit the table, you jumped. It hadn’t been loud, but it took you by surprise anyway. “Will someone just answer my question, please. How long has it been?” 

Frustrated and growing angry, you knew you needed to at least leak some of the truth. Your father wasn’t like Yeonja, happily blinded by the news of your relationship. He’d already guessed the answer. “A couple of months. Okay?” You hadn’t meant to raise your voice, but you were suddenly feeling defensive. “I got pregnant when we weren’t together. Not that it matters, because now we are and are very happy.” It felt as though you had to justify yourself, and you hated it. It felt forced. 

“Oh, well,” Yeonja started, trying for damage control. “That doesn’t matter at all—”

“I can’t believe this has happened. How could you let this happen, ____?” 

Your father’s words burned shame across your face, your skin prickling. Or maybe it was anger. Red hot anger. He sounded so disappointed in you. 

“Minsoo,” Yeonja warned lowly, no longer smiling. Beside you, Seokjin was stiff. 

“No, Yeonja. I’m sorry for doing this, but do you really expect me to just sit here and listen to all this nonsense?” 

Seokjin cleared his throat, speaking respectfully. “I know it’s a shock but—” 

“I don’t need you to tell me what’s a shock.” 

“Dad!” you cried, incredulous. How dare he speak to Seokjin like that. 

“How, ____?” he demanded again. “How could you have a baby with a stranger?” 

“Seokjin is not a stranger!” you shouted. You looked around the table, your siblings silent and nervous. Yeonja was glowering at your father. “This is ridiculous. I’m nearly thirty years old!” 

“You are still my daughter!” 

“Minsoo, please. This is not the time and place,” Yeonja hissed. 

“Then what is? After she’s had the baby?!” your dad yelled. “After this man has grown bored of her, moved onto the next woman who catches his eye, gets them pregnant too, maybe?!”

Too stunned, too hurt, you didn’t know what to say to that, you could only stare at him open mouthed.

“Minsoo!” 

“That is never going to happen,” Seokjin said beside you, addressing your father’s ridiculous claims. Despite everything, he still spoke diplomatically. “I understand I’m a stranger to you right now, but you have this situation all wrong. I care about ____ and our baby very much.” 

“I have nothing wrong, believe you me. I know your type. You think you can come inside my home and charm my entire family right in front of me? All while I’ve been oblivious to the charming you’ve been doing to my pregnant daughter this whole time. Do you think I’m a joke?” 

You realised then that your eyes were stinging with tears, but you held them back with all your might. 

“That’s enough!” Yeonja yelled, standing up. “Jihoon, Jueun, get upstairs. I need to talk to your father.”

For once, neither put up a fight, standing quickly and leaving the dining room in silence. As you heard them walk upstairs, Yeonja came over to you and put her arm around your shoulders. One hot tear slid down your cheek, and you wiped it away quickly. “Look what you’ve done. This is so embarrassing, Minsoo!” Yeonja cried. “Would it kill you to be happy for her? For them?!” 

“Happy?” he roared. “Happy for what? That some rich, pompous ‘CEO’ has impregnated my daughter?! Oh yeah, I’m over the fucking moon, Yeonja.”

When you sniffed, Seokjin turned to look at your face, realising that you were crying. “Maybe we should talk alone?” he suggested to your father calmly. “You’re upsetting your daughter.” 

Your father’s eyes flashed with anger, before softening briefly when they found yours. He looked down at the table and snarled. “Fine.” 

Before Yeonja could help you up, Seokjin reached over and rubbed your back. “You’re okay.” You tried to let his soothing voice reassure you. “It’s all right, I promise.”  

A few moments later you were sat on the couch with Yeonja, a protective arm still around you as your tears fell silently. “Oh, ____, honey. Don’t cry. It’s all okay.” 

“How is it okay?” Your voice broke at the end of your question. “Dad is so angry.” ‘

She squeezed your shoulder. “Not at you.”

“Being angry at Seokjin doesn’t make it any better,” you sniffed, and just thinking of him made your heart clenched. This was so unfair to him. You wiped your eyes defiantly. “I need to go back in there.” 

“Just leave them for a moment. It’ll be fine.” 

The sick feeling in your gut didn’t tell you the same, but you knew that your father wasn’t an aggressive man. Then again, you’d never seen him this angry before. His reaction was still shocking, you hadn’t processed it. He was usually quiet, even when furious. When you were a child, one stern look from him had you instantly behaving. He had never even raised his voice at you, and even when arguing with your mom, he chose to leave and cool off instead of continuing the verbal confrontation. 

Yeonja brought you into a hug, and you let yourself close your eyes. You could smell her familiar powdery perfume. Ever since you’d known her, twenty-two years, it had always been the same one. It made you feel comforted, even if just for a moment. 

“Your emotions must be all over the place with all the pregnancy hormones,” she murmured. “Mine went haywire with Jihoon and Jueun, your dad didn’t know what to do.” 

It’s not really the same though, you wanted to reply, but stopped yourself. Your emotions had been perfectly fine until you’d shown up here today, but you knew that wasn’t Yeonja’s fault. Right now, she was only trying to make you feel better. To distract you, even. So you just let her. 

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Seokjin took a deep breath, trying to be as discreet as possible. He wasn’t afraid, but he still needed to steel himself. If he was being honest, he’d expected a not so warm welcome from your father, call it intuition, despite how much you’d believed he would be indifferent. Still, he hadn’t imagined such anger. Seokjin couldn’t recall a time he’d been so unfairly judged, couldn’t recall someone being this incensed with him. He had never been in a physical altercation in his life, and while he didn’t actually believe your father would hit him, this day had been full of surprises. So, his default was to diffuse the situation. 

“I understand why you’re so angry, I would be too if I was in your shoes.” 

It wasn’t exactly the news every dad wanted to hear, was it? Their daughter pregnant by a man they hardly knew at the time. By a stranger. He’d said so himself. How could you have a baby with a stranger? You’d long stopped feeling like strangers, but at the time, it was the truth. Seokjin tried to envision the same thing happening to him in the future. His daughter, all grown up, telling him an identical story. Minsoo’s reaction wasn’t unjustified. He too, would be furious. 

Minsoo stayed silent, regarding him stonily from the other side of the table, so Seokjin continued uneasily. It was up to him to sort this out, to make your father see he had nothing to worry about. “I get it, I really do, but… What can I do to make you see it’s not like that at all?” 

In all honesty, he wasn’t so confident this approach would work, according to Minsoo, he was a master manipulator… 

“Nothing,” he replied gruffly, and Seokjin let out a frustrated breath. That was it? This man wasn’t going to give him a single chance to change his mind? 

“Then that’s a shame, because I plan on being in your daughter’s life for a very long time,” Seokjin said as effortlessly as he could manage. It didn’t matter if Minsoo didn’t like him, didn’t want to accept him. Yet even as Seokjin thought that, he felt uncomfortable. Seokjin liked being liked. Many a therapy session had made that clear. 

More silence followed, and while Seokjin was sure it wasn’t a good silence, at least your father didn’t seem as heated anymore. Seokjin followed him with his eyes when Minsoo suddenly stood up, making his way over to a wooden mini bar. He reached out for a bottle of whisky, but didn’t open it, only stared down at it. 

“How well do you know ____?” 

Seokjin swallowed, unable to tell if that was a dig at him because he hadn’t known you very long, or if it was a genuine question. Before he could reply, your father continued. 

“When she was six, me and her mother got divorced.” Seokjin nodded, showing he knew this already. Not that Minsoo could see him, his back still turned. “We weren’t together very long before we found out Hyesoo was pregnant, we rushed things, thought it was the right thing to do. It wasn’t.” 

Seokjin’s eyebrows pinched together in realisation. Minsoo was telling him the same would happen to you and him. 

“____ didn’t take it very well. She didn’t take my second marriage very well either,” Minsoo continued. “She never said anything, that’s not her style. But I knew… She wanted to be there for her mom, be on her side. I understood that. I still do.” 

“Her and her mom seemed very close,” Seokjin offered, trying to show how engaged he was in this conversation. 

“They were,” Minsoo nodded, finally turning around. “Like two peas in a pod. ____ even stayed at home for university, just so she didn’t have to leave her. They had a close relationship, but it was also very…dependant.” Minsoo paused, thinking how to continue. 

“I don’t know if ____ sees it like that.” 

“No, she doesn’t,” Minsoo agreed. “____ was all Hyesoo had, and I think that made ____ feel as if Hyesoo had to be all she had too. Or maybe I’ve had it wrong all these years.” He chuckled dryly, shaking his head. “Maybe my own daughter just really can’t stand to be near me too long.” 

Seokjin frowned, he didn’t think that was the case, remembering back to the semi-fond way you’d spoken about your father the morning after you’d finally slept together again. But was it his place to say? Your relationship seemed complicated, both you and your father under false presumptions. 

“My daughter is admirably independent and so emotionally strong. Just like…” Minsoo trailed off, starting again. “But that doesn’t mean she’s not sensitive, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t hurt. After Hyesoo’s death, she wasn’t right for a long time, had to get counselling.” 

Seokjin’s eyebrows lifted in surprise; he hadn’t known that. Although, what happened after your mother’s passing didn’t exactly come up in conversation very much. 

“Even then, she withdrew from me even more. I let it slide because I knew she had her friends, Yuna mostly and her family. She was doing well again, but…” Minsoo stared at him, warning written all over his face. “She doesn’t deserve anymore heartbreak. She’s already had enough of it to last a lifetime. No child should lose a parent that young, but she came out the other side. Always does, because she’s incredible like that.” 

The corner of Seokjin’s mouth lifted, a sad smile. “Have you ever told ____ all those things? I think she would like to hear them.” Everybody craved and enjoyed being praised by a parent, no matter how old they were. 

Minsoo shook his head and turned towards the mini bar again. 

Seokjin opened his mouth hesitantly. He didn’t want to speak for you, but some things needed to be said. “She wasn’t expecting your reaction today.” 

He could tell it had taken you by surprise and upset you greatly. Just seeing you cry had physically hurt him, as it always did, and he knew it had hurt your father too. Your family dynamic wasn’t at all what he’d imagined. It was normal, and loud, and…fun. (Minus the angry father part, but Seokjin knew that was all because of himself.) It was obvious Yeonja adored you and you seemed to have a good relationship with your siblings. Maybe you weren’t so close with Jihoon, but with Jueun, he’d felt that sisterly bond, noticed your shared glances, doing that telepathy thing you and Yuna did, the kind he wanted with you. It didn’t matter if you didn’t see them all that often, they loved you all the same, and you loved them too, and it was so glaringly obvious now, that Minsoo loved and cared about you deeply. He showed it in the wrong way, anger never got a person anywhere, but Seokjin could see it. He wanted you to see it too… 

When Minsoo didn’t reply, Seokjin tried again. “She was so certain you’d be unbothered by the news.” Seokjin didn’t want to overstep, but he thought you were under that impression because your father showed no active interest in your life. 

Minsoo whirled around incredulously. “Unbothered?!” He was angry again. “Why would I ever accept this? I’m not my wife who romanticises everything! This wasn’t how I wanted things for her.” 

Seokjin looked down at the table, the sight of dessert making him feel sick. He’d been doing so well, getting somewhere possibly, and now he was back at square one. 

“I don’t want to watch a repeat of everything that went wrong with me and her mother.” 

Seokjin’s eyes flew up, just like the anger that suddenly collected in his chest. “I’m not going to hurt her.” 

“How do I know that?” 

‘She knows that.” That was all that mattered. He had to keep reminding himself. 

“Why does she think she knows that?” Minsoo countered. “What did you promise her? All that money… You think you can just buy her affections? Fuck, I thought she was smarter than that.” 

Seokjin tried to get a hold of himself. It would do him no favours if he started raising his voice too, but he hated hearing what your dad was saying. You were smart. Getting pregnant didn’t erase that. He took a deep breath. 

“I don’t think that at all. I don’t need to buy anything, and ____ would never let me.” He chuckled humourlessly. “How well do you think you know your daughter?” The question rushed from his mouth before he could stop it, but he didn’t feel regret. Instead, anger spurred him on. “Five months. That’s how long I’ve known her, and in that time, I’ve never once seen you call her, text her, anything.” 

All the fight seemed to zap right out of Minsoo, shoulders hunching. When he spoke, he sounded embarrassed. “We don’t have that kind of relationship. We don’t do talking on the phone, messaging… I can just about use a phone.” 

His excuses made Seokjin’s nostrils flare. “All ____ wants is a family. Me, her and our daughter. I want that just as much.” If not more, at one point, Seokjin thought privately. He had hoped for this, wished, for this outcome. How dare this man assume otherwise. “Maybe if you had done more, you’d know that all already.” 

Seokjin was playing with fire, he knew that, but he was glad he’d said it. It was how he felt, how he’d silently perceived the situation for weeks now. How were you supposed to know how your father really felt when he never told you a thing? Yes, maybe you had always been distant, taking your mother’s side, but you had been a child. You were his child. He was the adult. He should have made more of an effort, instead of letting his daughter think he didn’t care about her life all that much. He would say this too, if he had bigger balls. 

Big balls have nothing to do with it, he heard Jungkook’s voice say, but it did little to lighten the mood. 

Minsoo narrowed his eyes accusingly. “Who are you to tell me what I should have done? Are you an expert on our life? You’ve known her five minutes, not thirty years.” 

“I may have only known her for a short amount of time, but it doesn’t feel like that. We, she—we talk to each other a lot. I know things. We’ve really gotten to know one another.” You opened up to him. It had taken a while, but you trusted him now. “It’s been intense,” Seokjin continued, less defensive now, “with the pregnancy, but it’s made it better, it’s worked out. It’s continuing to work out.” He held Minsoo’s gaze, expression severe. “I care about your daughter a lot—more than a lot. She’s strong, so clever, admirable. I don’t…maybe I don’t deserve her, she’s amazing, but I want to try, I want this. So maybe it doesn’t matter if you don’t accept us.” 

If you don’t accept me, he thought. 

He didn’t need it, he tried to remind himself. He was thirty-four years old, and he didn’t need everyone to like him. He didn’t need to be accepted by everyone. Other people’s acknowledgement wasn’t everything. But it was hard to believe when the one person he needed that approval from was unwilling to give it. This was your father. However, because of that fact, he wasn’t going to let Minsoo see how much being liked by him mattered. It would do him no good to come across as desperate. He’d said his piece, and he’d lick his wounds when he was alone. 

He'd have plenty of time to be alone next week, he remembered glumly, his phone call with Hoseok this morning yet another issue in now a sea of many… 

.

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The car ride home was made in silence. You leaned your head against the window and closed your eyes almost immediately, but you weren’t really asleep, just mentally exhausted. Seokjin only concentrated on the road, his jaw set tight and visibly tense. 

After Seokjin reappeared, Yeonja had apologised profusely. He’d assured her it was fine and wasn’t her fault, but he seemed subdued, and wouldn’t look you in the eyes properly when you told him you wanted to leave. He was upset, and that just made this entire situation worse and hurt you even more. Yeonja tried to persuade you to stay and talk to your dad, but you refused. He hadn’t even left the dining room, which told you all you needed to know. Telling Yeonja there was no need for her to call you tonight because you didn’t feel like talking, you asked her to say goodbye to Jueun and Jihoon for you. You couldn’t face doing it in person right now. 

When you finally arrived outside your house, you tugged the door handle, unsure what you would do when you got inside, but needing it all the same. You needed the comfort of your own home, the familiar smell, the furniture that had always been there. You realised then that Seokjin hadn’t moved at all, even though he’d switched the engine off. You turned to look at him quizzically. 

“Hey, I think I might head back to my apartment.” His voice was hoarse, not having spoken for over an hour. 

“Oh,” you managed. Rejection hit you, but you tried really hard to ignore it. You forced yourself to smile reassuringly. “That’s okay.” Seokjin didn’t respond. “Listen Seokjin, I am so sorry about what happened.” 

He finally looked over at you, disbelief on his face. “It’s not your fault.” 

It felt like it was. “I was the one who told you he wouldn’t care. I thought it would be fine.” 

“Why did you think that, ____?” he asked softly. “Because you don’t realise how much your father loves you?” 

Frowning, you didn’t understand what he was getting at. “What?” For some incomprehensible reason, your first instinct was anger. “I know my dad loves me, Seokjin. He’s just—I thought he’d be okay with it.” 

You thought he’d be happy with the news, in his own roundabout way. How wrong you were… That’s why you were so upset. His reaction had been the complete opposite of what you’d imagined. Indifference was so much better than rage. 

Seokjin said nothing, so you asked: “What did he say? When you were alone?” 

Seokjin bowed his head and shook it slowly, both hands gripping the wheel. He was reluctant to tell you, and all you could do was worry about all the things that had been said. 

“I think maybe he should be the one to tell you,” Seokjin said finally, glancing at you. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You didn’t want to take your frustration out on Seokjin, but he was the one you trusted, the one you felt comfortable with, like you could share anything with him. So why couldn’t he tell you what had happened when he and your father were alone? Unless… 

Maybe Seokjin was too hurt and embarrassed to repeat their conversation. You reached over, a reassuring hand on his knee. “I don’t care what my dad thinks. You understand that, right?” you told him gently. 

Seokjin stared down at your hand, looking visibly exhausted. “I’m just feeling very overwhelmed right now. I need to be alone, to sort through everything.” 

You tried not to feel hurt by what he was telling you, you tried to understand, but right now he wanted to be on his own, and you didn’t. You had become used to being your own support over the years, but Seokjin by your side had helped reinforce you. You wanted to be with him, so it was painful to know he didn’t want your support right now. 

“Will I see you tomorrow?” you asked. 

You watched him shake his head, your mouth parting in shock, and you removed your hand from his knee. “I mean,” he rushed, noticing and sounding remorseful. “I mean, shit, that phone call I had with Hoseok this morning? I need to leave for Japan tomorrow afternoon.” 

“What?” Surely he was playing a joke on you. 

He closed his eyes. “There’s a gaming convention next week. I was due to appear by video, but there was a change of plan this morning. They need me there.” 

“You’re leaving for an entire week?” you asked in disbelief. 

“I was going to tell you as soon as we got back. I didn’t want to ruin today…” 

You both lapsed into silence hearing the irony of that now. 

“So you’re just going to leave,” you whispered after a few moments. “Without talking about this? Jump on a plane tomorrow, and then what?” 

You’d act as if nothing had happened when he got back? Or worse, what if your father’s behaviour scared him off? As soon as you thought that, you shook it away. You were being ridiculous. That would never happen. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologised. “I’ll message you every day, check in. I don’t know how often I’ll be able to phone, but I’ll try to—,” 

“It’s fine,” you interrupted, trying to be understanding. “Messaging is enough if you’re very busy—Well, of course you’ll be very busy.” 

He nodded, not meeting your eyes, and you were suddenly overcome with a feeling of hopelessness. You were usually the closed off one, not Seokjin. Seeing him like this was disconcerting. You felt sick with unease. How had this day turned out so terrible? Yeonja had been happy for you, your brother and sister had been happy for you. Everyone you knew was happy for you. So why couldn’t your own father be? 

“Seokjin, talk to me,” you pleaded, trying once again and taking one of his hands. “I don’t care what my dad thinks,” you repeated slowly. 

“But I do,” he said with a resigned sigh. 

You wanted to tell him he didn’t have to. You wanted to feel frustrated, but you couldn’t, because if things had been the opposite way around, his family not accepting you, you would have felt the same way too. Those few scary moments when his mom had found out, they were nothing compared to your dad’s reaction today. 

“I’ll see you in a week then?” You wanted it to be an assertion, but it came out more like a question. Seokjin nodded. “Message me before your flight takes off?” 

“I will,” he replied, managing a small smile. 

You hesitated, wanting to reach over and hug him more than anything, but you settled on a quick kiss to his cheek and slowly got out of the car. You hadn’t missed the way he’d sadly closed his eyes as he felt your lips on his skin, as though attempting to savour the feeling. 

Your legs felt wobbly as you walked to your door. 

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

#seokjin fanfic #bts fanfic #jin fanfic #fic:9mtfil #floralseokjin:writings

[lurkingshan]

Certified enemies to lovers lover here, so for the BL romance trope ask game, could you tell me about 1?

Ooh bestie thank you for giving me an excuse to air my grievances about this trope. Because it is SO RARELY DONE RIGHT. Call me controversial, but I believe a true execution of this trope requires the pair to be actual enemies and the narrative to put in the work and show how that relationship would evolve over time, taking them on a believable journey from hate to love.

Most so-called ETL dramas devolve in one of two ways: 1) the "enemies" are revealed to be not actually enemies at all (usually via the reveal that at least one of them is actually a long-term piner, Bad Buddy is a prime example) or 2) have a weak "enemy" set up to begin with, and very quickly move out of the enemy dynamic to transition to standard cute bl fluff (ala Big Dragon). This doesn't make them bad shows! But it does make them weak examples of this trope despite the way they are often held up as exemplars.

There have been precious few true ETL bls. Really only two good ones come to mind:

History 3: Trapped

Tang Yi and Meng Shao Fei are enemies, on the real real. A cop and a gangster who are trying to outsmart each other. Shao Fei's actual job is to take Tang Yi down. And their relationship begins to change via a series of Situations that believably shift their relationship over time. It all feels authentic and because we see how and why their feelings change over time, it is completely believable and rootable. And crucially, the show never forgets the complications of who they are and the obligations they each have--which is why we get a realistic ending for them that results in Tang Yi's incarceration and an indefinite separation.

Semantic Error

The enemy set up in this one isn't quite as strong as Trapped, but it has the crucial element: these two actually, truly do not like each other when they first meet, and they are set up as adversaries when Sangwoo torpedoes Jaeyoung's graduation plans. They only start to like each other because Jaeyoung is enacting a revenge plan that puts them in close proximity to get to know and understand each other better, and we see how their feelings shift as they are forced to work together and connect across their differences. It's a really smart, zippy little ETL that uses the trope well for conflict.

Send me a number and I’ll post the best and/or my fave show that uses that trope

#history 3: trapped #semantic error #ask game #shan answers

[florbexter]

Ooh I never ask for anything in terms of prompts but I will for Semantic Error. Basically, that hug in episode 7 did me in. I live for Sangwoo leaning wholly into it with that content expression. Idk how many times I rewatched that part. Can you please do something like a touch starved Sangwoo who has just realized how much he loves cuddling/hugging and how safe he feels with Jaeyoung? But of course, him being Sangwoo, he tries to hide how much he actually wants it? But fluff too. I'm fully open to whatever you do with it beyond that, and if it works to be added with another prompt that's totally fine too.

For a human’s survival | AO3

Humans needed at least four hugs a day for survival.

Sang Woo didn’t remember where he had read that fact or why he had cataloged that information away in his brain. He wasn’t even sure if it was true. His fingers itched to type the question in his browser to get answers, but he knew that while Jae Young appeared to work on his drawing pad, he was very quick to put his attention on Sang Woo. Sang Woo had no idea how it was possible, but Jae Young was almost psychic-like in his ability to sense when something Sang Woo did would be interesting to him.

A human needed four hugs a day for survival.

Sang Woo leaned back on the couch and pressed his lips together to hide a smile when almost immediately Jae Young slid down a bit to lean himself more solid against him.

“We really should think about creating something like a mascot thingy for our game,” Jae Young mumbled, and Sang Woo looked over to him to see that he had already scribbled some rough drawings of what he had in mind.

Sang Woo made a sound that was neither confirmation nor rejection.

They were the perfect height for hugs. That wasn’t a fact Sang Woo had only realized recently. Every time they stood close Sang Woo’s eyes travelled towards Jae Young’s shoulders. How he would and did perfectly fit there.

“Maybe like a baby Brussels Sprout,” Jae Young said, and Sang Woo realized he had missed part of their conversation.

“Why would we need a mascot?”

Jae Young sighed and threw him a quick look.

“We already have enough character designs for our game,” Sang Woo added, and Jae Young moved a bit away from him which he didn’t like, but their legs were thrown over each other which meant Jae Young wouldn’t be able to move away much, not with a bit of complicated limb-untangling.

“It wouldn’t appear that often, just a fun little side character. People would find it cute.”

Sang Woo didn’t get it.

“I don’t like Brussels Sprouts”, he said, and Jae Young threw his pencil at him.

+

Jae Young didn’t hug halfway.

Sang Woo had seen and experienced through his peers that awful half-hug thing. Crushing your shoulders against each other, which was unnecessary and hurtful when you could just shake hands or bow. Patting each other against the back awkwardly while your upper bodies didn’t touch…

Jae Young hugged with his whole body. He embraced Sang Woo with both arms, engulfing him in warmth and comfort. Sang Woo was able to put his face against his shoulder, to sometimes bury his nose in the crook of Jae Young’s neck to keep it warm on a cold day. Song Woo liked it the most when Jae Young put one of his hands around his neck, big and warm. His thumb would brush the tiny hairs on Song Woo’s neck and Song Woo felt like he was floating.

Since they got together the number of hugs had decreased, though. They didn’t spend that much time apart, at least not so long that meeting each other again would require a long hug. The kisses had increased. Which Song Woo liked. He liked the goodbye kisses, liked the welcome kisses even more.

Someone might say that the way they embraced each other while they kissed counted as a hug.

Sang Woo disagreed. They were fundamentally different.

But… for some odd reason, Sang Woo felt hesitant to bring it up. His desire for simple hugs. He knew himself as someone who worked for or asked for things he wanted. Jae Young had thrown an axe into his resolutions a couple of times but like in any other parts of his life Sang Woo liked to clarify things in their relationship.

Which didn’t mean Jae Young wasn’t prone to break the rules Sang Woo made. Gleefully and too successfully.

Still. Sang Woo couldn’t find a reason or made up a scenario in his mind where Jae Young would disagree to a demand for more hugs. He wouldn’t laugh at Sang Woo…

He would. He would smile very smugly while he would hug Sang Woo as tight as possible. He would also most likely act like a human backpack for the weeks to come and Sang Woo had to admit that he didn’t hate the idea.

Was he shy? Or embarrassed? Sang Woo couldn’t name the emotions running through him. Just that something stopped him from talking to Jae Young.

+

And with knowledge came awareness, came a kind of hyper-focus to sense the opportunities to get a hug. A perfect hug. A Jae Young hug. Which meant that almost 99% were perfect. Sang Woo now knew the distinctive sound Jae Young’s leather jacket made, the creak of the material when Jae Young squeezed him quickly, but strongly before he released him.

Sometimes Jae Young would step to the side, their bodies still touching, would leave one arm around Sang Woo’s shoulders and hold him tight to his side, steering him towards the direction he wanted them to go. Sang Woo thought about burying himself closer into the embrace, not a care where Jae Young was walking them.

Sometimes Jae Young would take a step back, would grab him by the shoulders, and just beam at him. Sang Woo might find poems confusing, but in very rare moments he thought he could understand why someone might want to write the onslaught of words down that popped up in his head when Jae Young smiled at him like that. To have them travel from his brain, over his face down his arms, into his fingers, bleeding from the pen into the paper, so there was written proof of all of this.

He didn’t do it, but he understood why someone would.

+

Sunlight poured through the window and colored some of Jae Young’s hair red. Sang Woo wiggled his toes and a lazy swirl of arousal traveled through his body, pooled in his belly, like a little happy reminder of what they had done a couple of minutes ago. He felt like he could fall asleep like this even though he hadn’t been tired prior to Jae Young pouncing on him.

Jae Young’s finger moved slowly over his back, painting little figures. Sang Woo sometimes thought that he didn’t even realize he moved his fingers so much. His brain never shut down, like he had to express everything that popped up in his head immediately.

Sang Woo’s head laid on Jae Young’s chest and he tried not to wiggle away and dress himself because it was midday. He liked sex. He liked sex with Jae Young. There hadn’t been a lot of persuasion, if any, to fall on the sofa with Jae Young. Still. It was midday. He had ideas and expectations in his head – about sex – and one of them was that you did it when it was dark outside. Also, that you would do it on a bed. And that you didn’t cuddle under a blanket that wasn’t able to cover two grown men on the couch, stark naked, afterwards.

It made something under his skin itch that they didn’t follow these rules. But Jae Young was good at scratching that itch, like when they had done it at night, in a bed, but Sang Woo hadn’t been able to focus because Jae Young hadn’t pulled off his shirt and sex was something you did naked. And Jae Young had laughed at him when he had pointed it out, full of delight, with crinkles around his eyes, his lips red from kisses. Then he had done some weird moves that he had called stripping and the itch had been gone. Three days later Jae Young surprised him in their bathroom and seduced him while they had been fully clothed.

Revelations. Jae Young showed him a lot of new truths about himself.

“You cold?”

Sang Woo stopped in his attempt to press himself even closer against Jae Young.

“No,” he said.

Jae Young sighed and brought his other arm down to huddle Sang Woo closer. Maybe he didn’t believe him.

“I like this,” Jae Young sighed. He raised one leg, put it over Sang Woo’s hips and effectively trapped him with his body. He squeezed Sang Woo quickly and before Sang Woo could complain about the strength of the hug, Jae Young said: “You’re so clingy lately, it’s great.”

Sang Woo stiffened. And then cursed himself for reacting. Jae Young got still and then Sang Woo got still and his thoughts raced a mile per hour.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Wrong thing to say, his mind told him. Alarm after alarm after alarm went off in his head. He had sounded like he was accusing Jae Young of accusing him about something.

Jae Young wiggled away from him, which meant, with their current closeness, that their faces were now a few centimeters apart. Their noses almost touched.

“Why are you acting weird?” And Jae Young had stopped declaring Sang Woo’s character traits as weird, or to say, those that were a part of Sang Woo that not even the most adventurous, most scandalous sex couldn’t erase. Jae Young accepted him and the things others would call ‘quirks’: That’s why when he called something Sang Woo did weird it held more meaning, more confusion, concern.

Sang Woo wanted to break out of the embrace even though this kind of embrace made him generally braver.

“Humans need four hugs a day for survival,” he said. Said like they were sitting next to each other working on their game, and he needed to info dump on Jae Young before he could concentrate on coding.

“Four hugs,” he repeated himself.

“Okay.”

Jae Young waited and Sang Woo stared at the tiny mole between the hairs of Jae Young’s left eyebrow. He had never seen that mole before. Something new to discover every day and…

“Would we wither away or what kind of survival are we talking about?”

An icy block crumbled away from Sang Woo’s lungs.

“I don’t know,” he had to admit. He wanted to break out of the embrace to see Jae Young’s face more clearly. Was he confused? Was he connecting the dots, was he—

“Is that the reason why you’re so clingy lately?”

“I’m not clingy,” Sang Woo protested. He was, he is.

“Are you saving me from withering away? From the cold touch of loneliness?”

“Hyung…” Sang Woo was not impressed. But Jae Young cackled and brought him back into his arms, his legs too, a full body hug, or more like being captured by an octopus.

“Should we count them from now on?”, Jae Young asked, whispered it into the soft skin behind Sang Woo’s ear, nibbled the question into the slope of his jaw and Sang Woo shuttered. “A minimum of four hugs a day?”

And he knew, right? That it was easy and frightening to ask for what he wanted, that he would rather hide behind a sarcastic remark, but wanted to melt into Jae Young’s compliance, his patience, the delightful way he loved.  

“I will count them,” he muttered, his hands on Jae Young’s back, digging his fingers, pressing, a threat, a promise. Jae Young laughed, the laughter of success, of amusement and maybe there was an article about the importance of laughter in a relationship, too, Sang Woo thought, basking in the warmth of Jae Young’s hug.

end.

#semantic error #florbexter writes #tumblr prompts #sang woo/jae young #ao3 link

[rhysiana]

My Yuletide contribution, finally revealed! It was a great pleasure to write this for @idrilka.

Fandom: Semantic Error (TV) Relationship: Chu Sangwoo/Jang Jaeyoung Additional Tags: Post-Canon, 5+1 Things, Domestic Fluff, learning to live together

Summary:

At the end of each year, Chu Sangwoo made lists. One contained his goals for the coming year, of course, but another contained notable life events and accomplishments of the past year, and since the lists all lived in the same notebook for comparative purposes across time, he’d also started noting changes in his habits and routines. Data was important in understanding anything, including himself.

He stared down at the current year’s list, surprised at how many changes there were, but even more puzzled that he hadn’t noticed them as major events at the time. They had been… gradual, somehow. Natural-seeming.

#semantic error #chu sangwoo #jang jaeyoung #domestic fluff #5+1 fic #rhys's stuff