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justtextmeoppa · 7 years

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❝ How long have you both been dating? ❞

Plot: Siwon is your cousin and he's a little protective over you. Siwon had warned you not to date any of the Super Junior member but you did anyway and he later finds out.

Pairing: Siwon x Reader

Words count: 2,9k+

Genre: Comedy, slight angst and drama

For anon , I hope you like it ^^

kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

‘Change!’ A voice rang through the apartment.

‘Why!?’ You argued back, ‘I think I look perfectly fine.’

Choi Siwon was every women’s dream, yet he was a pain in your ass. Matter of fact, he was your cousin and an over protective cousin at that. He would monitor everything you wore, who you were with and where you went. He had been away during his enlistment, so you had a bit more freedom since he was not there to be overly protective. You missed him a lot since he left because he was like your brother and best friend. Siwon had one rule, a rule that stuck since you met the rest of the boys years back and that was; no dating the members.

‘She looks fine Oppa.’ Jiwon tried to reason, ‘She is 28 years old, not 8.’

‘Don’t take her side.’ He scolded, ‘You are my sister!’

‘And I understand that, but she is a grown woman, Siwon. You can’t protect her for the rest of your life.’ Jiwon tried to reason.

‘Sorry to break this up,’ You waved a hand between the siblings fighting, ‘But did it ever occur to you that we are going to be late?’

‘Exactly, now go change!’ He pointed towards the door that was your bedroom.

‘No time, lets go!’ You dragged them both out the house.

You wore a simple black skirt with stockings and a white shirt that was tucked in. Your hair flowed naturally and you wore a pair of pumps. You thought you looked fine but Siwon found the shirt to see-through, skirt short and your hair should be tied up. Throughout the entire drive he scolded you and his sister tried to reason with him. You all were on your way to see Donghae and Hyukjae. They had returned from their enlistment and you all wanted to celebrate. Just them and their close ones. Arriving at SM, you three walked to a room that had been reserved for the little welcome back party.

‘Stay close to me.’ Siwon warned.

‘But I want to socialise.’

‘With me around!’

‘You are frustrating.’ You rolled your eyes and walked towards the guests of honour,’ Donghae! Hyukjae!’

The rapper had you in his arms, lifting you off the ground and twirling you around, ‘Y/N!’

‘Take your hands off her, Lee Hyukjae!’ Siwon stormed into the situation and ripped you away from Hyukjae.

‘Still over protective as ever.’ Hyuk chuckled as Donghae came to hug you but was closely observed by his fellow member.

‘Watch those hands Lee Donghae.’ He eyed them.

‘Let’s get a drink.’ You all but signed in relief when you saw Jiwon drag her brother away.

‘I assume you haven't told him.’ Donghae nudged you.

‘I value my life.’

‘You have to tell him sooner or later.’

‘And I pick later.’

‘Y/N!’ A voice shouted from a distance.

‘Looks like lover boy is here,’ Hyukjae placed an arm around Donghae’s shoulder, ‘Let’s give them some privacy.’

The two walked away to talk to other people as another came and enveloped you in a hug, kissing your cheek. This person was your boyfriend, Kim Heechul and your boyfriend of a year and a half. Yeah, you were told to not date any of the members but Heechul was just different. You grew closer to him as the years went by and when Siwon enlisted, the two of you dated a few months before becoming official, not that anyone knew but only a few people. Heechul was your boyfriend and also a close friend. You told him everything and he was always there for you.

‘Where’s your security guard?’ Heechul joked.

‘Jiwon took him to cool off with something to drink.’ You laughed as Heechul draped an arm around you, ‘I would watch yourself tonight, he seems to be on overdrive.’

‘I can handle Choi Siwon.’ Chul grinned.

And on queue, his name rang out, ‘KIM HEECHUL!’

‘Here we go.’ You sighed.

Siwon and his sister were just a few meters away from you and your boyfriend. The younger stormed through the crowd of people as Heechul continued to stand with his arm proudly around your shoulder. As Siwon got closer, Heechul slowly retreated his arm because he knew you didn't wish to tell your cousin yet. You wanted this to be a secret because you knew Siwon would be mad, and you didn't want to ruin everyone's evening. Siwon stood before the two of you, his eyes ready to commit murder.

‘And where do you think your arm was?’ He question.

‘Calm down horse,’ Heechul stated, ‘I was just talking to her.’

‘With your arm around her?’

‘She is my friend, ya know.’

‘That means nothing to me and you know that.’ Siwon wedged himself between the two of you, ‘Keep your intimate gestures to yourself.’

‘She is 28, Siwon!’ Heechul scolded.

‘I don’t care.’ With that, your cousin guided you to the dance floor.

Some soft music was playing through the speakes. So many times you wished to tell Siwon about Heechul, but you never seemed to have the perfect time. Right now you stood swaying to the music, your cousin in front of you and your boyfriend off at the side. You wanted to tell him now but you didn't now how Siwon would react. He was generally a level headed man, but you had kept this for such a long time that you knew he wouldn't react in a rational way. Meanwhile Heechul glanced at the two of you.

He wanted to tell Siwon so many times, but you asked him not to. Yeah he was jealous of Siwon, not because he was you cousin but because he could be more free with you. He wasn't even allow to touch you without the younger breathing down his neck. Heechul in general was a sassy man and spoke his mind, but you were worth more then using his sharp tongue and ruining everything. His hands formed fists as he rushed out the room. You caught him running out from the corner of your eye and you felt you heart shudder slightly. Releasing yourself from his hold, you walked to grab Yoona.

‘Please dance with him.’ You whispered to her.

‘Go,’ She replied, ‘He looks more upset then ever tonight, I will handle Won.’

‘Thank you.’ You hugged her before she walked to entertain your cousin.

You ran through the SM halls looking for him. You thought of everything possible, from the dance studios to the recording rooms. You opened every door and shouted his name as if you were insane. Finally clicking, you took the elevator to the highest floor it could go before walking two more flights of stairs and arriving on the roof. As if you planned the situation, you walked onto the roof and found Heechul looking out into the distance. He stood with his hands in his pockets with his back towards you.

‘You are going to get sick.’ You softly spoke.

‘Then go downstairs,’ His words cold, ‘Your cousin must be ripping the building apart looking for you.’

‘I asked Yoona to cover for me.’ You stood behind him, hand on his shoulder, ‘What’s wrong?’

‘I can’t do this anymore, Y/N.’ He didn't look at you, ‘I hate having to hide you.’

‘I know that,’ You made him face you, ‘And we will tell him, just not now.’

‘And why not?!’

‘Because….. I ….. I don’t know.’

Heechul crashed his lips into yours, kissing you with so much need that when he pulled way and pressed his forehead to yours, you were panting hard, ‘I don’t like hiding you, like we are standing on a roof just so your psychotic cousin doesn't loose his mind.’

You chuckled softly, ‘You lucky he didn't see you kiss me, would have probably tossed you of the roof.’

‘Probably…’ A voice whispered from the door, ‘You are dead Kim Heechul.’

You remain on the roof for another thirty minutes not aware that Siwon had seen the moment. He had retreated back downstairs, not wanting to cause a scene. You and Heechul soon joined the party. Siwon acted as if he saw nothing, but his over protectiveness seemed to intensify. You didn't understand why but you didn't want to cause any issues. The evening ended on a good note, with Siwon inviting all the members to his place on Sunday before returning to his service on Monday. You stayed the night at his place, waking up to more male voices than usual. Stretching, you tied your hair up and walked to the kitchen.

‘Morning Y/N!’ Leeteuk greeted.

‘Morning Jungsu.’ You smiled, ‘Aren’t you all here too early?’

‘Have you seen the time?’ The leader joked, pointing at the clock on the wall.

‘Shit!’ Your eyes widen to see how late it was.

‘Watch your language.’ Siwon scolded, ‘Go upstairs and shower, you aren't dressed appropriately.

He was referring to your short sleeping shorts and loose sleeping top. This wasn't the first time you were seen like this because the others were like your brothers, but Siwon’s tone wasn't like before. It was more of a stern order then anything else. Before you could argue back, he shouted at you and chased you away. Not wanting to cause a scene, you went upstairs to shower. Siwon never raised his voice at you. But you just went and got ready.

‘Don’t you think that was a bit harsh?’ Heechul tired to defend you.

‘No one asked you.’ Siwon went back to doing his things.

‘That is why I am voicing my opinion.’ Heechul stood up for himself, ‘I am still your elder, watch your tone Choi Siwon.’

‘And this is my house,’ He turned to face the elder, ‘So let me be or leave, the door is that way.’

Leeteuk quickly intervened and created peace between the two of them. Everything became awkward very quickly that when you walked in, you noticed the tension. It was so strong that you could cut it clean with a knife. You wore a pair of shorts with a white t-shirt and long checkered shirt over it. Your hair was pulled back into a bun. Siwon had one look at you and he had mad written all over his face.

‘Go and change!’ He barked.

‘Why?’ You asked, ‘I look fine.’

‘Because your shorts are too short.’ He pointed as you rolled your eyes, ‘Don’t you roll your eyes at me!’

‘These are the same length as what your female artists wear!’ You tired to rebel as everyone watched the family members argue.

‘And that is how I know its too short!’ He fumed.

‘She looks fine Siwon!’ Heechul cut in, ‘She is a grown woman!’

‘Stay out of this Heechul.’

‘Show some respect you punk!’

Within a heartbeat, Siwon had Heechul by the throat and pinned up against the wall. The younger had a look in his eyes that Heechul had never seen before. It was something of irritation, lack of sleep and anger. Siwon had never snapped at anyone before because he was alway seen as one of the most rational people out there. Everyone froze in their positions as they looked at the scene before them.

‘Don’t you dare disrespect me in my home, Kim Heechul.’ Siwon threatened.

‘I was just telling you the truth,’ Heechul was struggling with his words, ‘Loosen up you horse!’

‘I don’t need your opinion on something that doesn’t concern you,’ His grip tightened, ‘She is my family, not yours.’

’S-siwon!’ Heechul tried to reach out before someone said something.

‘Stop this Siwon!’ Leeteuk and Yesung tired to push the younger away.

‘You are going to kill him!’ Yesung shouted, but both got shrugged off with ease.

Tears began to fill Siwon’s eyes as you ran towards him, ‘Let go Siwon! You are hurting him!’

‘Good…’ He seethed.

A firm slap came across Siwon’s face from you. The sound echoed throughout the house. Everyone paused for the second time as Siwon dropped Heechul and backed away and held his stinging cheek. Heechul fell to the ground and gasped for air as you ran to see if he was okay. The elder held his neck, coughing and opened his mouth for the air to enter. Some went to see if Siwon was okay as a tear fell down his cheek as he watch you tend to Heechul, stroking his cheek and making sure he was okay.

‘What is wrong with you!’ You shouted, ‘You almost killed him!’

‘I’m sorry.’ His apology simple, eyes still teary, ‘Excuse me.’

‘Stop right there, Choi Siwon!’ You called out, ‘What is wrong with you!?’

‘Me?’ He turned to face you, ‘I should be asking you that. I asked you to follow one simple rule yet you can’t even be loyal and do that.’

‘Y-you-’

‘I saw you kissing him last night,’ He cut you off, ‘How could you betray me like that?’

‘I wasn’t betraying you, Siwon, but that gives you no right to try and murder my boyfriend! You stood your ground, ‘Listen to me, I am 28 years old. You can be as protective as you like over me, but that isn't going to stop the way I am. I love Heechul and I was going to tell you-’

‘WHEN!’ Siwon shouted back, ‘At the wedding?’

‘That isn't what I meant,’ You sighed, ‘We didn't want to tell you because we knew you would over react, like you just tried to end his life Won!’

‘How long?’

‘Excuse me?’

‘How long have you both been dating!’

‘A year a half….’

At that moment his heart shattered into a million pieces as a tear fell, ‘You did this behind my back!’

‘Don’t put it like that.’ You spoke softly, Heechul getting to his feet after Shindong brought him some water.

‘I can see I am not as important to you as I thought I was.’ He walked towards the stairs, ‘Excuse me.’

He retreated to his bedroom as you watch him disappear. You felt guilty to hear him call you a betrayer let alone cry over this. This was the last thing you wanted to do, yet it ended up like that. You sighed and turned to see if your lover was okay. He was seated at the dining room table with the others tending to him. You never wanted to hurt him in anyway possible because Siwon was your blood. Heechul sipped on some water as you walked to him and got to your knees to check him out.

‘You okay?’ You asked.

‘I should be asking you that.’ He chuckled, ‘I am fine, he was angry and I understand that. Siwon would never snap without reason, Y/N.’

‘I know,’ You sighed in defeat, ‘He just went overboard.’

‘He is just angry.’

‘He almost killed you Heechul!’

‘I know Siwon,’ Heechul stroked your cheek, ‘He would have stopped because he has a limit and I know he does. I’ve lived with him long enough to know that. Go and see if he is okay, he really does care for you.’

‘I love you.’ You leant up and pecked his lips.

‘I love you too, now go.’ He pushed your shoulder softy.

Getting to your feet, you walked up the stairs slowly. On the wall besides the staircase, pictures littered the wall and many of them were of you, Siwon and his sister. The three of you had been thick as thieves when you were all small that nothing changed when you got older. You noticed a picture missing, you sighed before walking to his bedroom. You arrived before the door and knocked. You got no reply so your tried again and got the same response before you opened the door and found him sitting on the edge of the bed with a frame in his hand.

‘That should be on the wall.’ You broke the silence, closing the door behind you.

‘Just reminiscing.’ He sniffed, a tear falling on the glass, ‘Why are you here? Shouldn't you be out with Heechul?’

‘Don’t be like that,’ You took a seat next to him, ‘I never mean to slap you and I am sorry for what I did, but you need to realise that I have grown up.’

‘And I wish you hadn’t,’ He sighed, ‘Still young and naive like the little girl in this picture.’

‘Siwon,’ You held his hand, ‘You will always be my number one boy because you are my cousin and best friend. I will always love you and make time for you.’

‘I don’t think Heechul hyung will like that.’

‘I can handle Heechul.’

He turned his face to look at you, ‘I am sorry for almost choking him to death.’

‘I forgive you,’ You kissed his cheek, ‘And I am sorry for lying to you, but at least try and be okay with this? You always know I want your blessing with everything.’

‘Just give me some time, please?’ He asked, ‘This is still all new to me.’

‘I will give you all the time, now get up and lets head down for some lunch because I am starving.’ You wiped his tears with your thumb

He chuckled softly, ‘Always hungry.’

‘Because my number one cousin is an amazing chef….’

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kewltie · 7 years

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Donghae can recall several events in his life that he wishes he could scrub from his memory. Some past are better off not revisiting.

There was that one time when he was eighteen, thinking he was alone in the house that day he’d invited some guests over only to be later get caught in bed with his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s girlfriend by his grandmother no less. Moreover, how could he ever forget that in his first year of college, he’d landed in jail for breaking and entering his own apartment because his roommate decided to be an ass so he locked Donghae out that night. Then of course, his entire blackhole of a dating history that could be regulated to the b-rated horror flick for the terrible horrifying experience that it brought to everyone involved—from the accountant turned the Bloody Butcher of Songpa-gu, the conman in bespoke suit who steal millions out of people’s lifesaving, and to the humble florist by day and by night North-Korea’s sympathizer and spy.

These men that had walked in to his life like a dream and then ran out of it like a horrid nightmare that wouldn’t go away, they were a marred on his record that he wish fervently to erased.

Once is unlucky; twice is a coincidence; three, ok maybe he should have stop there; but fourth, fifth, sixth and beyond is a goddamn pattern. Whether he was just attracted to the worst of the worst or there is just something about his character that drew them toward him, he doesn’t quite know but both options doesn’t speak much about his future prospect in looking for a marriageable partner.

Donghae doesn’t exactly have a good track record in making the wisest decision when he’s sober let alone when he’s desperate and horribly cornered by his mother, who has no qualm about abusing her authority as his mother to get him to comply. Maybe that’s why he ended up hiring an escort to pretend to be his boyfriend so he can go home with his dignity in tack.

Even with all these miseries that seem to plague his life and he can say for without a doubt while they’re really bad but no, this might top them all.

Surrounded by various relatives he haven’t seen in a while—grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and everything in between—circling their table like sharks scenting blood in the water and Donghae is the goddamn injured seal in this scenario, he has a sense of impending doom as the family reunion blasts full throttle. And it’s only the first day of a seven day event.

This specifically, Donghae thinks bitterly, is why for the last three years something always managed to come up just in time for him to avoid every family gathering hosted by his grandparents that draw every relative from all corners of the world back home for the summer. He even had to leave the country one time and orchestrated a hospital stay that had his mother in a panic and threatening to visit Verbier to make sure he wasn’t on his deathbed and clinging to life.

All these effort just so he didn’t have to step a foot near his extended family can be, admittedly, a little dramatic but a necessary evil to counteract having to deal with them in close proximity. He can only handle his extended family in small doses, with multiple exits in sight and escape routes already mapped out and preferably through phone lines and pixelated screens.

But there is only so much he could do before his family was onto his game. His mom had gave him an ultimatum early this year that if he didn’t come to Family Week this summer don’t bother coming back at all and his brother had even arranged his wedding during Family Week so Donghae couldn’t plan another escape unless he want to have “terrible brother” stamped all over his tombstone and hope to even be an uncle in the near future.

With that kind of pressure, Donghae caved and now he’s watching his own demise unfolding as his mom flip through another page of his childhood photos to show Hyukjae either as an effort to scare him away from Donghae or his mother is getting her revenge on him for refusing to come home by letting him relieve his terror filled childhood. He doesn’t know which but both are nefarious and it’s probably why his mother manage to brow beaten his fierce father into marriage into the first place

The 21st century with all it limitless potential and technological advancement offer more than one way to humiliate him, he finds as his mother happily pull up another album of his embarrassing childhood photo saved on her phone to show Hyukjae. He thought by going far from his childhood home that would save him from going through this horror.

Trying to dodge impending childhood humiliation is one thing but even that doesn’t distract him from the true deal breaker.

Every time Donghae spot one of his relatives near their table they would stop, stare, and then do a double take, eyes going wide with shock and nearly tripping over their own two feet, when they finally catch sight of Hyukjae next to him, prim and proper and looking like he had just walked out of the cover of GQ magazine, conserving with Donghae’s mother as Donghae’s father look on with a bleak expression his face.

It must be a puzzling to them for Donghae not to be only back but also with someone. Not that Donghae could blame them because he had left this town with a barely scrapped up pride and memories of an angry teen and disappointing licking at his heels.

They clearly have not forgotten the tantrum Donghae had thrown when he was seventeen that landed him and half of his cousins in the town’s jail, because there wasn’t even a juvenile detention center in a town that small. Their parents had paid them a visit in jail but between feeding them and keeping their stay like some strange overnight sleepover and yelling at them through cell bars, they demanded to know who started the fight. Despite the cut knuckles, split lips, and bruises that littered their body, Donghae and his cousins were tight lipped.

Seventeen was a strange and precarious age for him, just shy of adulthood but still fully entrenched in the teen years, trying to navigate the mind field of hormones and confusing feelings while seeking to carve himself outside of his family’s expectation.

He wasn’t doing a good job of it. Constantly on a hair trigger, Donghae was an exploding time bomb waiting to happen.

All that burning fire kept bottled up in paper string knit control, it was bound to implode.

Donghae had moved through that year under the intense scrutiny of his family and the entire town, waiting and watching for him to have his meltdown, and all it took was a sly remark from one of his cousins to launch Donghae across the room and on top of him.

His parents knew who started the fight just by looking at the guilty look on his face. They didn’t yell, his mom had stay silent as she held his hand through the bars and his father, always untouchable and unmovable in many ways, had a haggard look on his face and had solemnly asked, “Where did we go wrong, Donghae?”

That was worse than if they had gone off on him instead.

It was the kind of parental disappointment that eventually drove Donghae to escape to Seoul as soon as he came of age but even then, he was doom from the start because for all his parents badgering and hammering him to do better, to be better and they love him wholeheartedly and Donghae loves them back with equal fervor.

Before he had left for Seoul the winter of his nineteen year, his mother had said her good bye with a waning smile on her face and left a few departed words that he carried like the heaviest chain: “Trying to keep you here would be like emptying the ocean with a spoon—a futile and useless effort. You are meant for something bigger and better than this town. Go and be you, Donghae.”

So despite all his efforts to claw his way out of this wretched town that tried to suffocate him and stamp down on his otherness, because small town like this has never been kind to those that are mark different, he came back to it eventually because this is where everything and everyone he loves live.

Walking away from that was nearly impossible, but coming home was equally or even more so daunting.

Donghae likes to think he had outgrew his wilder and more violate younger days but right now here in this private space, surrounded by people who had seen him at his most ugly and shameful moments, he’s sinking under their scrutiny.

He hates it. Even though pleasing his parents was the only reason he had bring back Hyukjae with him and suffer through his parent’s interrogation and their skepticism, if another one of his relatives pop up and leer at them, Donghae will have to consider disowning himself to save them from this farce.

Donghae carefully holds his tongue, watching his mother excitedly chattering away about a past memory of him and desperately trying to ignore the rest of the world. But even that kind of uneasy peace doesn’t last as his mother and father’s got called away by one of his aunts and leaving the two of them to the mercy of his other relatives to jump on them at anyime elike a scene right out of the African safari. Now without his mother’s protective bubbles shielding them and his father’s deep glower to scaring the rest of the party away, they’re defenseless and Donghae’s itch to get out of this place once more run deep.

“So that fish costume you wore in the fifth grade,” Hyukjae starts, eyes crinkling with amusement.

“Don’t even,” Donghae snaps, arms crossed. The tense line of his shoulders dropping slightly under the face of Hyukjae’s charm.

“I think it’s cute,” he says, lips twitching with barely held laughter.

“Like that mean anything to me now,” Donghae grumbles, wishing real hard he could visit his younger self and convinced him it was a very bad idea to listen to his mother now and in the future. “I don’t ever want to—”

“I see you haven’t made your escape yet,” he hears abruptly and turns to see Hyeri walking up to them with mischievous glint in her eyes. The devil could take a lesson from her surely, he thinks with a sense of dread.

“Not without trying,” Donghae mumbles. His mom had confiscated his cell phone the moment they’d arrived at his grandparents’ stately home as if he was ten again and couldn’t stay still for ten seconds so she have to him leash him.

She pulls out a chair and sits down next to him, inviting herself onto their table much to Donghae’s growing annoyance.

“Wow, you’re actually here for once! I mean after your last dating fiasco,” she pauses dramatically and Donghae waits, feeling a wave of irritation wash over him when he’s in the vicinity of his prying and gossip mongering relatives, “well fiascos really. I thought you would rather drag some stranger home and pretend he’s your boyfriend then go another around with actual fact dating because you know,” she gestures emphatically, “it’s you after all—a walking dating hazard.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Donghae replies, his stomach churning uneasily. Her statement hit closer to home than Donghae would have like—which just means she knows him really, really well or that Donghae is a total train wreck that he’s getting predicable at this point.

“Cousin Hein said he’s very handsome, well manner, and charming enough that your father hasn’t eviscerate him yet. So I’m interest to see how managed a catch like that! But with your history it would be embarrassing if he turn out to be another one of those.” She wiggles one of her brow. “I just hope he isn’t like secretly a serial killer or something worst you know? We don’t want another repeat of Kiwoo,” she says, and then her eyes narrow suspiciously. “Or is he?”

“Why don’t you just ask that to his face, I mean it’s not like he’s right here, next to me at all or something,” Donghae says dryly, as though Hyukjae hasn’t been avidly listening in to their conversation the entire time.

Hyeri shifts her attention pass him and over to Hyukjae, giving him a cheery wave as though she had not been ignoring his presence since her arrival at their table and because she is his cousin in more way than one, Hyeri, nonplussed, says, “Hey there! I’m Hyeri, Donghae’ s favorite cousin—”

“That’s a vicious lie and you know it,” Donghae snorts. Everyone and their mother know his favorite is Jackson. Though that hadn’t stop Hyeri’s attempt at upsurping Jackson’s position since they were eight and he had to break a tie between them over a game of beach soccer and had chosen Jackson over her.

“And I’m so, so delighted to have you here with us,” she continues gushing, voice as enticing as a venus flytrap before its mouth close on its prey—the shameless hussy.

Hyukjae waves back because he, too, has no shame. “Nice to meet you,” he says with a grin.

“So are you?” Hyeri demands, scooting closer and zeroing in on her prey. “Someone who is secretly hiding some kind of murderous intent and just waiting to unleash on unsuspecting victim?”

Because Donghae is only starting to find out that Hyukjae just might fit a little too well into his neurotic family. “Well,” Hyukjae starts, leaning closer in as though he was confessing a secret to Hyeri. “I’ll let you know as soon as I find a viable candidate.” He draws back with a playful wink.

Hyeri, who works in the town morgue and read true crime novels before bed, practically lights up, seemingly charmed by the prospect of a potential victim in Hyukjae’s future. “Ohmygod, he’s a delight, hyung! I like him already, even if he might rip out your tooth and use it as a trophy in the future.”

“Stop talking, please, stop talking,” Donghae insists. His face into his palm and deeply and passionately wish for death right now.

Just as he thinks his day can’t get any worst another horror terror decides to drop in too. “Hyung, hyung!” Taehyung appears between them, trying to squeeze in. Hyeri clears out of her seat to make room for Taehyung who slides in to his new seat with unrepentant glee. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

“Neither can I,” Donghae says wryly, cursing his entire existent right now. One after another, watching his cousins coming out of the woodwork to disturb him is not how he want his day to play out.

Taehyung stares at him expectantly. “So is it true?” he asks, eyes wide and practically vibrating out of his skin in excited curiosity. “I heard from my mother who heard from Auntie Minjae, who had a conversation with your mother at Uncle Sunwo’s grocery store two days ago that you brought home a male supermodel and that he’s running away from some kind of sex scandal and is currently in hiding with you? Auntie Minjae said you might have kidnapped him in the process too.”

Donghae’s left eye twitches. “Can nobody keep their mouth shut in this family,” he grumbles.

“A male supermodel, huh,” Hyeri says, lips twitching. Her laughter threatening to spill over.

“It was either that or an alien in disguised as Uncle Sujin suggested and even I thought that was a stretch,” Taehyung says, wrinkling his nose. “We were sure that you would rather chew out your own arm before you bring anyone else back again after your last boyfriend got arrested for attempted murder and Grandmother was yelling at you for living in sin.”

Donghae groans as Hyeri cackles beside him, severely wishing his entire family would stop being so involved in his love life more than he does.

“Well you can ask him yourself since he’s here,” he points out snidely because let it not be said that he’s not the only one in his family that has a narrow scope in view.

Taehyung’s eyes go wide as he peer over Donghse to get a good look at Hyukjae. “Hi!” Taehyung says, eyes bright with undisguised excitement. “You’re actually real and clearly not an alien!”

Hyukjae look down at his hands, turning it over and making a show as though he’s checking himself over. “No, unfortunately not it seems,” he answers, deciding to humor Taehyung and ignoring Donghae’s horrified squeak next to him. “But please do tell me more this sex scandal that I’m apparently in.”

Donghae takes in grim satisfaction that Hyeri laughs so hard that she fall over her chair.

#fic snippet #wedding date au #eunhae #fuck fuck it's done omg #omggggggggggggg #i never want to write this again #NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER

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