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they're thinking about how it used to be. kind of angst?
☆ JINRANG
Jinrang didn't really regret many things. He had simply accepted that life wasn't fair, especially for the weak ones.
So he never thought breaking ties with you had been the wrong choice. The last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt or, God, something even worse. Not having you by his side anymore hurt, but knowing you were safe was enough for him.
But sometimes he couldn't help himself.
.
.
"I just want to stay like this," you said quietly in the darkness of the room.
Your bare body was pressed against his back, your arms wrapped loosely around him. You didn't have enough strength to hold him the way you usually did. So tightly, making sure he knew how much you loved it. Loved being close to him.
"... I'll stay as long as you need me to," he replied calmly, just like always. But you could hear it. That warmth in his voice that existed only for you.
His larger hand gently covered yours. His touch was always soft. Jinrang was gentle with you because he knew his own strength was enough to hurt.
.
.
Even in that memory, he'd already been thinking about letting you go.
He still felt guilty whenever he remembered the look in your eyes after he brought it up several weeks later.
And he wasn't sure whether he was a coward or just an asshole. Everything he'd done had been for you, to let you live somewhere safe.
You deserved that more than anyone. You had shown him what love was. You had made him desperate for your little touches and glances. Jinrang had promised himself he'd keep you safe, even if it meant never holding you in his arms again.
He sighed before finishing the last sip of soju from his glass.
Life was so unfair. He knew that.
Because even after all this time, whenever he was left alone with his thoughts... They always drifted back to you.
He missed you way too much.
☆ JICHANG
He sat with his eyes closed for a long while. Not because he was especially tired, there simply wasn't much happening in Chungcheong.
Jichang wasn't sure why he felt so uneasy, like something heavy was pressing against his chest. Slowly, he opened his eyes, already reaching for the notebook resting in the far corner of the desk.
A cigarette was tucked between his lips as he opened the familiar black notebook. On the last page was a photo. He hadn't touched it since the day you'd slipped it inside.
Your smile was bright, but your eyes were focused entirely on the person taking the picture.
.
.
"You want to bring your brothers here?"
You placed a mug in front of him while his eyes slowly scanned the paper in his hands. He hummed, looking up at you over the rim of his glasses.
"Definitely not yet. I was thinking about having them attend high school in Seoul," he answered simply, giving you a small nod in thanks for the coffee. "Why do you ask?"
"Jihan called me. He was whining about missing me."
Jichang raised an eyebrow. His younger brother really was that attached to you, huh?
"Mhm."
He nodded after a few seconds.
"I'll see what we can do."
.
.
We. Not just him. Because back then, the two of you had been stable.
Jichang was the King of Seoul and you were by his side. Safe and protected.
It was almost funny how much everything had changed.
The cigarette had burned itself out by the time the memory finally faded. He lit another one but his eyes remained fixed on the photo. He hoped you were doing alright. After all the breakup had been hard on you.
Back then, he'd lost everything in Seoul.
His hand closed the notebook. He really needed to make a few calls and find out how you were doing.
No matter how much time had passed. You had been part of his family. You always would be.
☆ JAEGYEON
His palm slid across the steering wheel, feeling the material beneath his fingers. It didn't feel right.
He looked around the interior of the car. When he'd chosen it, he'd thought the design looked great. Now... That didn't feel right either.
He stepped out of the car, his eyes roaming over it several times. The colors were bright. He'd really thought they would suit it.
So why did everything feel so damn wrong?
Jaegyeon let out a long, exhausted sigh. He'd been happy to sell his old car and buy this one. It was better in every way, right?
He knew it wasn't about the engine. Well... Mostly.
The real problem was that you weren't sitting beside him anymore. That was why everything felt so empty.
.
.
"These two."
You placed two paint samples in front of him, making him glance up. Jaegyeon wiped his hands before studying the color combination for a few more moments.
"Why these?" he asked, holding the samples up to see how the paint changed under different angles.
"They're my favorite," you answered simply.
Something in his expression changed.
Your favorite? He'd never asked before. Suddenly those two colors looked much better. He moved the samples around once more as though he were still considering the options, even though he'd already made up his mind.
His car in your favorite colors. Your little things are laying around, quietly proving how often you were there. With him. He felt stupid for how much it affected him. Love was a strange thing.
"Actually, I wanted these colors from the start," he said. You rolled your eyes.
"Sure, babe."
The corners of Jaegyeon's lips twitched into a grin. He buried his nose against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter.
.
.
He really wished life could stay like that forever.
But it didn't.
Jaegyeon had decided the two of you couldn't stay together.
He wasn't planning to leave that life behind anytime soon and he knew exactly how it could end for you.
He'd lived through that pain before. He wasn't sure he could survive it again if one day you stopped breathing because of him.
Why are so many people apologising about their art on the internet?
"I'm sorry it's a sketch."
"Sorry I haven't drawn more."
"Sorry it's not very good."
Are we being for real???
YOU made that! MADE IT! With your own hands, imagination, time and dedication! Posting art is not your JOB, if it was you'd know you had nothing to apologise for then either! It is not your DUTY to entertain an entire fandom on your own nor could or should you! That's not what a fandom is!
The people that love art or the fandoms you are in LOVES THE ART! THE PROCESS OF MAKING! THE JOY IN CREATING! You are contributing to the brightness of the world even if you are drawing stick figures! ✨️ Stop apologising! 💖
🍒 you don’t like Green Lantern and this disturbs Hal Jordan so much. || fluff. breaking into a house. reader is anxious. reader doesn’t know Hal is GL. ooc? 2022 words. || ⋆˚࿔ this was so hard to write pls go easy on me guys 💔 divider by @bbyg4rlhelps
You didn’t know your ex-colleague and close friend Hal Jordan was such a Green Lantern fan. You never even considered someone other than a child would be a fan of superheroes, let alone one of Green Lanterns. The concept of loving superheroes was further away from you. You never even thought about being a fan of any of them. It wasn’t because you did not appreciate what they were doing, it was because you just didn’t care about them that much. They were like celebrities who actually helped society to you… You were grateful, but not a fan.
But he apparently was, because when you said you didn’t like any of them, he got offended— and offensive.
He nearly threw the coffee in his hand as he spoke to you, “You hate the Green Lantern?”
“Hate is a strong word.”
“You don’t like him?” You shook your head. “Any of them?” You, once again, shook your head. “Why?”
You never thought of this question. Why did you not like them? Maybe because of the time when one of them pressed your car flat… Or maybe because of the time where you almost fell right to the ground while you were inside of a plane?
You just got anxiety when you saw any of them, to be honest. Could be the reason.
“I don’t know, Hal.” You shrugged. “Why is this such an issue?”
“It’s not.” He said, too fast. “Of course it is not.” Hal sipped his coffee and leaned back into the couch, throwing his leg over the other. “Well, I just like them because they save people, you know.”
“That’s great. I appreciate what they do. I just still don’t like them.” You shrugged. With every minute passing, you were going a lot more confused. He was acting stranger than ever. This was unlike him— at least, unlike him as you knew him.
Hal frowned as he thought. You wondered what was going on in there. You were sure his mind was a mess. But you didn’t get why he was so pressed over this because he had so many issues in his life and that was the thing he got upset over? Didn’t feel like him at all.
Or… He was such a secret fan and he had secrets to hide about it. You wondered if he had small posters on his walls and autographs and merch… It felt like he did, somehow.
“Even the tall one?”
“Uhh…” You were confused by his question. Many of them were tall. You weren’t sure which one he was talking about. “Sure, yeah.” Before he could open his mouth one more time, you got up from where you were sitting. “Okay, Hal, that’s enough superhero talk!”
He didn’t seem pleased to end the conversation, but he hadn’t seemed to like the conversation when it was alive either. “I should get going,” He left his coffee on the table and walked right into the front door without even saying a goodbye or anything.
“What— Hal? Where are you going?”
“I remembered I had something to do all of a sudden.” He opened the door but didn’t get out, turned to look at you as he kept the door open. “Thanks for the coffee and lunch! I’ll pay back. I gotta go.”
“You don’t need to—“ He was out and the door was closed after him. “Pay back…”
What the fuck was wrong with him?
You didn’t see Hal for the next day. He texted you, sure, but didn’t come up and do whatever he would normally. Your confession about superheroes disturbed him, that you could infer, but why? That was a mystery. Though, you had some theories. The first one was obviously him being a big fan of their work. You may have never seen him in silly and cheap costumes or anything but still, he could be a big fan without merch. The second one was that he was their secretary or something. And the third one was… Well, it was kind of impossible but maybe he was one of them?
You couldn’t help yourself and snorted at the thought. Hal could be everything, but a superhero? He wasn’t even punctual when it was you and him meeting, how was he going to manage superhero business like that!
While sitting on the couch, you were skipping through channels on TV but your mind was somewhere else. The Green Lanterns. You kept thinking about them and it was Jordan’s fault. Why was he such a creep about these… heroes?
That question swirled around your mind every second.
Hal being a little weird was not something new. He sometimes left you in the middle of coffee dates. Sometimes, he didn’t even show up. But this was something new and sudden.
When you saw a Green Lantern on the new channel you stopped right there and decided to watch. The news was about what happened yesterday night. One Green Lantern was there to save the day and there were so many video clips of him taken by different people.
This was what Hal was so overprotective about?
You didn’t get it!
It wasn’t like you were against them or something. You just… didn’t mind them. Their presence didn’t mean something to you the way it did to other people, including Hal.
The moment you got the remote to change the channel, you heard a loud breaking of glass coming from inside your house. You got up without thinking about anything, your eyes searched for something to protect yourself with, and when they landed on the baseball bat, you grabbed it.
With silent steps, you followed the sounds. You were hearing someone grunting. Someone was inside your house. Your apartment that was stories high from the ground. They broke in and were probably going to kill you and steal everything in your house. The creepy thoughts wandered around your mind, completely clearing the Green Lanterns. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door with your foot and when it opened you looked inside without entering. You couldn’t see anybody, you were scared and the gruntings were louder than before now.
“Wait,” you heard someone— a man say. He got up from where he was lying and you almost threw your bat at him. “I’m harmless, lady.”
“Green Lantern?” You stepped inside. You couldn’t hide your surprise at your voice.
Did he just break into your house? What was going on?
“Sorry that I, uh, landed inside your house.” His hands were up in the air, as if he was surrendering to the police. “I’ll have it fixed.” He pointed to the broken window.
“You better.” This was so weird. “Are you okay?”
You didn’t know why you asked that but you did it anyway. He seemed like he needed help.
“Yeah, yeah.” He started walking towards you. “Just need to sit for a bit.”
“You can get inside, I guess.” You showed the way to the living room with the bat. He slowly nodded, smiling a little bit. His mask covered half of his face and you couldn’t see his eyes but he gave you the impression that he was just looking for something.
Did he know you were not a fan? How could he even know that you didn’t like him? He could not. He was just there in your house because he fell into it. That was why. No hard explanations or anything. That simple!
“Want some water?” You asked while putting the bat away. He stood in the middle of your living room, not sitting, just standing and looking like a beaten puppy.
“Sure.” He mumbled.
“You can sit.”
When you came back again with a glass full of water, he was perched on your couch. Just sitting. This guy was weird, so so weird but you didn’t mind. Maybe he had a concussion? That was definitely possible.
“Thanks.” He drank the water in one go. As he put the glass to the table, two white lenses were looking at you. “Nice house.” He put forward.
“Thanks.” You smiled weirdly at him. “So, uh, don’t you need to save people or something?”
“Oh, I definitely do. But I got some help, they can handle it while I’m resting here.” He looked at the TV and when he saw himself he grinned. “Oh, that’s me. You are a fan or something?”
Should you be as honest as you were with Hal? You probably shouldn’t.
“Kinda.” You averted your eyes from him. “You can say that.”
He leaned back to the couch. “Really?” You nodded. The grin on his face disturbed you so much that you wanted to punch him. “Want an autograph?”
“No.” You replied too fast.
“You sure? I thought you’d want it. You are watching news about me and all…”
You had to have him stop talking and leave, but didn’t know how. He wouldn’t harm you, sure but still you didn’t want to be too harsh on him.
“I think they might actually need you out there.”
“Right.” He got up. Walking to the window, he looked at you over his shoulder. “See ya, lady.”
And with that he was gone.
“This Green Lantern guy is creepy.” You uttered in a very normal date with Hal. The birds were chirping, the wind was flowing and cars were passing by… Hal was holding your hand as he led you through the street. His other hand was in his pocket. But when he heard your words, Hal stopped in the middle of the street as a reaction. He was frowning. Was he anxious? Worried? You couldn’t tell. But it looked like he wanted you to explain.
You stopped a few steps ahead of him and turned around to face Hal. None of you said anything. The street was not that crowded, so nobody could disturb you— or you couldn’t disturb anyone.
“What do you mean?” Hal said finally.
You shrugged. “I mean… Weird? He came to my house yesterday.” You tested the waters, his reaction. “More like he was thrown into my house. What a coincidence, right?”
“Did he… do something?”
His voice had suspicion in its essence. You huffed as you turned around and kept walking. Your heels beat the ground, marking your anger at him. He was not asking the question you wanted him to ask.
He could ask why he was there or… You weren’t even sure! But that was not what you wanted to hear… Not exactly.
“Hey!” He followed you. He was taller than you, his tall legs would catch up to you easily— and that he did. Grabbing your arm, he stopped you and pulled you to a more calm place: Between the walls of two apartments. “I’m serious, what happened? You think I led him to your house?”
“No!” Maybe… You could never be completely sure or convinced at this point. “No, it’s not that… Hal, I was just, I don’t know, freaked out.” His grip on your arm fell down. You felt the emptiness of his hand. It felt colder. “I mean he was harmless. And now I have a window to get fixed.”
“Fuck, I never thought of that.” He mumbled.
“What?”
“You are staying with a broken window. That’s dangerous and—“
“I’ll have it fixed today, it’s not a problem. The problem is… Hal, the Green Lantern was at my home!”
“That’s a problem?”
You wanted to slap him. Why was he being like this? Something was wrong with him since that chat about Green Lanterns with you.
“No, Hal. Or maybe, yes. He isn’t supposed to be there. He even offered to give me an autograph, thinking I was a fan of his.”
Hal seemed relieved. He licked his lips and slowly nodded, deciding what to finally say. “I’m glad you were safe. And I’m sorry for your window.”
“It wasn’t even your fault.”
“I know, I know… I’m just sorry.” He threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. “Let’s go, dinner’s on me.”
🍒 you compliment hal jordan during sex. || smut, sub!hal jordan (?), saliva, 660 words || ⋆˚࿔ my first gl fic!! hope it’s good and i did him justice.
The creak that came from the bed was ignored by the both of you as you kept moving your hips, making him move inside you. His back was against the headboard, his hands were steady on your hips as they were helping you move. He looked so out of breath that it added a layer to the knot in your stomach.
His thumb was caressing your skin, circling there. His little whimpers wouldn’t be heard unless one was that close to him, which you could proudly say that you were. He was not ashamed to make noises and it made you even worse.
“Just like that,” he murmured. The next thing you heard was a curse leaving his sinful mouth. One of his hands left your hips, slowly brushing through your body until it reached your breast. You left a sound that made him twitch inside you as he grabbed it and squeezed the way you liked.
Your hand that was grabbing the headboard landed on his shoulder as you lifted yourself up and took him inside again until he was sheathed like a sword. This time, both of your breaths challenged each other as you moaned through the feeling.
Hal’s lips grabbed yours in a swift movement. His tongue darted into your mouth and his hips started pushing up to meet yours. Your nails bit into his shoulder while your other hand grabbed his back as you deepened the already deep kiss.
“Hal—” You breathed into his mouth. He left open kisses there before starting making out again.
Your hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him. He looked perplexed by this movement, as if you’d betrayed him. The trail of saliva followed you as you drew yourself back. “You said you wanted me in charge, so let me.”
His laughing breath hit your face. “Sorry, can’t help myself.” His hand that was groping your ass ever gently slapped there, nothing but a little gesture of his. “Ride me, baby.”
“You like it, right? Don’t lie to me.”
His eyes almost rolled behind as he was imagining what was happening a second ago. “You can’t imagine how I like it when you use me like that.” His hips moved to say ‘start moving’ or so you thought. So, to give him what he wanted, you once again started moving on him.
His attention was on your tits that moved with your every movement, but you focused on his face. How he frowned as he tried to keep focused, how his mouth was shaped as he was making those hellish sounds, how his hair was sticking to his face with sweat, how his kissable lips looked so delicious…
You cupped his cheek suddenly. Your thumb stroked his skin delicately, as though he were something to break. His eyes averted your chest and met yours with once again confusion written all around his face.
You have only realised that your hips slowed themselves down when he said, “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, I…” You murmured, your eyes never leaving his face. “Sorry, I probably ruined the sex—” You clenched around him and saw the little frown between his eyebrows deepen. That made you smile.
“No, you didn’t. I thought I hurt you.”
Your hand combed through his hair. “How can you hurt me when you look at me like that, Jordan?” He opened his mouth to say something but you pressed a finger to stop him. “You are so pretty.”
“Pretty?”
You nodded. “Hmhm… Pretty like the wind.”
“How can the wind—”
“Shut up and take the compliment once.”
His features relaxed into your touch. His hand on your hips snaked around your waist and the other soon followed. He rested his head against your chest, right on top of where your heart is. And as you kept riding him, carrying him closer and closer to his orgasm, he stayed where he is, nothing other than small whimpers and moans leaving his mouth.
i make things for myself, nobody else needs to like it. my art is for me and other people not seeing it does not reduce its value.
i make things for myself, nobody else needs to like it. my art is for me and other people not seeing it does not reduce its value.
i make things for myself, nobody else needs to like it. my art is for me and other people not seeing it does not reduce its value.
i make things for myself, nobody else needs to like it. my art is for me and other people not seeing it does not reduce its value.
i make things for myself, nobody else needs to like it. my art is for me and other people not seeing it does not reduce its value. i make-
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 (MINORS DNI) imagining HAL JORDAN being so into sex with you that the ring— not just a ring but the green lantern ring— stays on in bed and when you beg him to use it? he does.
he's a sly man with creativity; he has a wild imagination that gets him in trouble, just like how he gets distracted by his thoughts of your pretty cunt during missions that he doesn't realize something is about to hit him until diana is punching it out of the way... and when she kindly threatens to use the lasso of truth on hal if he doesn't get his shit together, he instantly buckles. he's a man with quite the imagination... so when you beg him for more during sex, it's not shocking what he does.
"you want more baby? can't handle one dick?" he challenges as you take his cock so easily in your folds, moaning and digging your face into the sheets; the position of being on your side doesn't do well with trying to hide how much you need him... but it's the perfect angle to access two holes.
you shake your head. "i-i can handle it, h'hal— fuck!"
"oh baby, but you can't." he whines, lifting his right hand as the power ring slowly oozes out green light as the first thing that comes into the mind of the green lantern becomes a real enough object to feel, touch, and wield. "you were just begging for more... and i know how greedy this pretty hole can get."
you look up, whimpers leaving your mouth as you look at what he has in his hand. "h-hal." you whisper, trying to catch your breath but each one of the man's thrusts knock that breath out. "hal please."
"please what, sugar?" he asks, holding the created-from-his-mind eight inch dildo, which he could easily add a few more inches. "please use it on you? gotta use that mouth, baby, i know you can."
and before you thought about it; you nodded, hastily at first but pleasure ruled over your senses and you nodded quicker. "please ha— need it so bad— need you to fuck me, fuck me, pl-please i need it."
and hal grins like always, lining the bulbous tip of the green dildo with your tight hole. "since you asked for it baby... and i can't really deny you anything..."
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I yearn to change my layout, the want is there, i just need encouragement… but anywayyy, hal is my baby daddy!
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ꮼ Hal Jordan tries to avoid waking you up at all costs
ᦸ having a superhero!husband is sooo sweet, until he wakes you up at ungodly hours of the night and you can't even be mad.
"Son of a—" Hal grumbled under his breath, hissing in pain as his foot made contact with one of the many plants that littered your bedroom. "Fuckfuckfuck."
His eyes flicked to the bed—watching your sleeping form, still snug & calm under the blankets
"Thank god." He sighed, stretching out in bliss as he took in how pretty you looked in the moonlight, taking one step forward before bam!
He tripped over one of your heels & landed flat on his ass.
"Motherfucker!" He yelped, curling up in pain for a moment, freezing in fear as he heard the sheets shifting, before your head leaned over the edge of the bed, glaring down at him.
"You're on the wrong side of the bed, Hal." You hissed, flicking on the lamp with a slow hand. "Why were you coming in on the wrong side?"
"Honey, princess, beautiful, darlin', light of my life," he whispered, scrambling to his knees, padding over to you quickly. "I just wanted to lie with the prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"So annoying, you are sooo annoying, baby." You huffed, tossing a pillow at Hal's chest. "I need my beauty sleep." You glanced at the clock, jaw clicking as you processed the time. "Being woke up at 2 in the morning is not beauty sleep."
"You don't need beauty sleep, you just hate being woken up"
"Everybody hates being woken up."
"I don't hate when you wake me up." Hal mused, crawling on top of you on the bed. "I actually find it pretty endearing."
"Yeah, well, you're weird." You mumbled, averting his gaze as he ducked down to leave soft kisses along your jaw. "So—shit—so weird."
"You married weird." He hummed against your skin, pulling the blanket over both of you with a soft nip to your earlobe. "You looove weird so much, dont'cha baby?"
"Well, weird was tall and muscular."
"Wow, so I'm just nice to look at, nice to know, princess." He grunted, peeling back to kiss your forehead. "I married you over chemistry, & you married me because I'm a nice piece of ass."
"Mm. A sweet, caring, annoying piece of ass." You sighed, pulling him down to press a soft kiss to his lips. "But yes, a sexy little piece of ass that I claimed alllll to myself."
Specify the gender of reader, if not I'll make it gender neutral. I can write male reader too.
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If you request for headcanon that involve requiring certain reaction from multiple characters, there's a very high chance I will ignore this request due to my lack of imagination. I've said this twice already. The reactions will be repetitive. (Most specifically I'm talking about characters' reacting to their child doing this or that).
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Specify which character you want.
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I will include my thought on said character bc I can.
I’ve been having Jichang brainrot lately! Especially Dad Jichang! My underrated king ngl :/
Imagine Jichang’s glasses went missing (highly doubt those glasses would ever go missing lol) but his little baby found and started to play with them. Playfully running away wearing the glasses before Dada Jichang catches them. Until they get caught and picked up by Mama :)))
Just little happy family shenanigans cuz Jichang is alive in my eyes and heart :))))
He is very much alive enjoying life in the countryside with his family. Ptj just didn't want to tell us this 😒
A set of rectangle glasses be sitting on the desk unbothered. Up until a little head peaked up, revealing big curious eyes.
"Oh?"
The little hand reached out and took the glasses, looking at the lenses that appeared too big for themselves but proceed to put it on regardless.
In another room, you were occupied making breakfast for your husband. Then he walked in his usual police uniform with his face bare.
"Morning, honey." You greeted. He nodded while looking around, "Morning. Hey, have you seen my glasses?"
"No idea. Nobody touches it except you." You reminded him as your stirred the pan.
"That's the thing. I hardly misplace it." He sighed before taking a seat on the dining table. Thanking you after you set up his breakfast along with his mug of black coffee.
"Where's (child's name)?" He gestured the empty high chair. "Not up yet?"
"They were. Woke up just as early as their uncles. Gave them breakfast too before went around to burn those calories. You know how they are after eating those fruit oats." You chuckled.
He clicked his tongue, "Tsk, sugar in the morning. That's not good for them."
"Oh, let them." You brushed him off, "They'll always ended up taking a fat nap after that anyway."
Just as you were chatting with your husband, small pair of feet patted rapidly against the floor and run passed the entrance of the kitchen.
"Speaking off." You grinned at how fast your child disappeared into the other room in a blur.
"(Child's name)." Jichang called out to them. His voice firm yet soft. Not loud to scare the tiny thing. The footsteps stopped immediately as their footsteps can be heard turning deliberately towards the kitchen.
"Come here." He added, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back against the chair. His viper eyes never left the entrance as he waited.
"Appa?" Both of you saw a head peaking out and see black locks that mimicked your husband's. Cute eyes then appears. You can't help but smile at how adorable the sight of your baby is. The innocent interaction between them and Jichang makes your heart fluttered.
"Yes. Where are you heading?" He asked gently. The child only stares, blinking once and twice before answering, "Chicken." They emerged from their hiding spot to stand in the middle of the entrance with their hands behind their back.
"You're seeing the chickens? What are you hiding there? An egg?" He points, knowing just how much his baby loves to meddle with the nature.
"Yes! See chicken." They nodded rapidly. And then to both of your surprise, they take out a familiar framed glasses and held it to their face. "With this!"
Jichang blinked, "You have it- you little-!" However they already made a run for it before he could even move from his seat to snatch his thing. (Child's name) hysteric laughs echoed through the hallways.
The father of your child sighed heavily now that he knew the culprit. You could only laughed softly at the situation.
"It's okay, I got it. Before they break it." You jogged passed him which he's thankful of.
"That's not a toy, sweetie."
Despite your attempt, your child continue to let out strings of high pitched giggles as they ran around the furnitures with the glasses. For a small creature, they sure are fast.
Luckily, you managed when you picked up the pace. Holding their tiny body around your arms with a light squeeze. "Gotcha! You are under arrest, for stealing daddy's glasses."
Picking them up, you brought them to Jichang who's been standing there watching you hunting them down.
"C'mon, give it to back." You ordered maternally.
Your husband extand his hand expectedly as your child reluctantly return the glasses.
Jichang sighed, "You're giving me a gray hair already." He puts his glasses on. It sat perfectly over his nose as it showed his signatures look before taking (child's name) from your arms to deposit into his.
"Appa. Want to see cows." They cooed, patting his father's cheek.
"Yes, we will. Then I'm off to work."
You joined the two, walking out of the house. "You know I expected you to be fast. Not me."
"I'm passed my prime, what can I say. I'll make it up to you next time." He smile slightly, adjusting the babbling baby in his captive.
You technically forced Jaegyeon to drag you along to go to Cheongliang. There's no point telling you no. You had been tagging along more than once just to see Seongji Yuk.
Why? Man, you don't know. You wouldn't exactly called it a crush now would you? That would be silly and very unprofessional.
But really, who cares? Even Jaegyeon's judgemental and disgusted face hardly bother you in the first place. Again! Not a crush. You just like to be suspiciously close to the mountain king. Like sitting way too close or staring at his face for too long.
It's not like you can help it. Anyone would argue he's a sight for sore eyes. You don't understand. How come the local shaman would call this majestic creature a monster? That's just plain cruel. That includes the kid that he saved. What was his name? Vin...Jin? Sounds familiar, though you couldn't quite place where have you heard a similar name.
"(Name)."
Your name went passed Seongji's plum lips broke you out of your own daydream. "Hm?"
"You um..." He trailed, turning his head to the side to face you where your shoulders literally touched.
"You're too close."
"Oh! Sorry." You scooped away slightly to give him space. "Sorry, forced of habit." You grinned sheepishly while watched him making another round of tanghulu.
He can't help but return the smile. The corner of his lips curled in anticipation making him look boyish. He thought it's funny that you two came off as hostile at first. Merely from a misunderstanding but now look at you, friends. In a way...
"Here." He handled one of the sugar coated fruits at you. You accepted it without any argument, your eyes never tear off of him as he continue to make another one.
Your raised the treat towards your lips, biting it down. The sweetness spread on your taste buds.
Seongji glance at you from the corner of his eyes. He let out a small chuckle, "What? Do I got something on my face?"
"No." You smile widened. "Actually yes. You put sugar on your face too or sum'? Because you looked sweet."
He blinked at you, surprised as he processed your pickup line. He huffed, like a small laughter almost surpassed him but he managed to held it in.
You just proceed to nibble on the sugar after your attempt of flirting. Not the reaction you were hoping for but he was smiling. That's enough. It was progressed. A small victory you ought to keep in your head.
Seongji then extended his hand forward towards his colleague, "Jaegyeon, you want one? Oi. Leaving already?"
"I've lost my appetite, man..." Said the Incheon King as he walked back to his car, slouching. His hands shoved in his pockets with a cringe look on his face.
Was trying to finish my Jaegyeon x reader fanfic and the thing is, reader is Yeowool's noona. Wouldn't that make reader Jaegyeon's adoptive sister too and wouldn't it be ...man idk weird?