im so sorry for being chan biased but i can't stop thinking about needy Chan who lets you take care of him. And you mark him up, and take your time with him. the needy whines he would let and the "please" even tho he doesn't even know what he's asking for.
(im usually for dom!chan but whenever i see fluffy hair chan with sweaters i melt đŤ )
- đ˝ anon
as a fellow chan bias i know how you feel đľ
cw. sub!chan, marking, rimming and anal fingering wc. 400 minors dni.
love love love the thought of taking care of chan. imagine him in nothing but an oversized hoodie, the hem long enough to cover his thighs. you've been kissing him for a while, taking it slow... then flipping him onto his stomach all of a sudden (the only reason he gives way so easily is because you took him by surprise; the little yelp he lets out might be the cutest sound you've ever heard).
he pushes the hem of his hoodie down shyly when you start sucking bruises into the back of his thighs. you work your way up up until your hands find his firm cheeks.
"fucking love your ass." you knead the flesh and emphasize your words with a nip at his skin, just enough teeth to make him whimper out loud. judging by his giggling he seems surprised at his own reaction.
"let me hear you baby," you encourage him when he hides his blushing face into his pillow. "don't keep all those pretty sounds to yourself."
you tease him with soft licks and bites until he's arching into your touch, whimpering and pleading for more.
"is this okay?" you ask, spreading his cheeks with your hands and sucking another bruise where the soft curve meets his thigh.
"iâyes, please," he begs, voice hoarse and unsteady, unsure of what he's really asking for. all he knows is that he wants it.
and he's right. the low moan he lets out when your tongue circles his rim sounds so fucking needy it has you rubbing your own thighs together. you lick messy stripes from his perineum to his puckered hole, slowly fucking your tongue inside while he grinds back on your face.
chan pouts when you sit back and wiggles his ass a little. your amused chuckle at his sudden eagerness deepens the flush on his face, but his expression is quick to morph into one of bliss when he feels your finger pressing against his rim.
you spit on his hole and carefully push your finger inside as you watch his face for any discomfort. when you find none you start moving slowly, delighted to watch him turn into putty with every new stroke.
"should've done this sooner if i knew you'd like it this much, baby. now we've got a lot of lost time to make up for."
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summary: your freaky boyfriends decide they want you back home, but youâre not going to give them what they want so quickly.
an: based on this request <3
One day off.
Thats all the members were granted.
One. Day. Off.
Whilst most of the boys chose to spend this rare occasion sleeping in or visiting family, Han Jisung and Kim Seungmin, being the freaky wildcards they are, had other plans.
But what they had in mind simply would not fit with your own schedule.
Of course, you just so happened to have work.
You would take a day off, but your sick days were building up, and you were sure your co-workers were starting to catch on.
The morning was...difficult.
Jisung and Seungmin spent the whole night sulking about you having to go to work the next day when they came up with the brilliant idea to turn off all of your alarms.
Too bad for them, your circadian rythm came through, waking up with just enough time to get dressed and out the door.
But Jisung and Seungmin were not going to let you go without a fight.
They felt you stir between them, their grips on your waist growing tighter.
You reached past Jisung's body in an attempt to grab your phone from the bedside table, but he was quick to grab your arm and return it to it's rightful place in his hair.
"Hannie I need to get up" you mumbled, voice still sleepy.
He merely smiled calmly, followed by an unbothered "nope."
You sighed and turned over to see if you could exit through the other end of the bed, but Seungmin was two steps ahead. He sat up on one elbow, pushing you back gently as you tried to sit up.
"Not happening" he smiled.
"I'm going to be late for work minnie" you exhaled.
"who says you have to go?" Jisung chimed in from behind.
"My loves, we already talked about this. I have to go."
Your head swiveled from side to side, looking at both of their faces. All you got was an unimpressed look from Seungmin and puppy eyes from Jisung. They were not going to make this easy.
You took a deep breath, a moment to figure out a way to escape their pouting, before launching out of bed so suddenly, their tired bodies couldn't grab you fast enough.
Though the second you were out of reach, they were chasing after you.
After at least half an hour of searching for your clothes, phone and keys your boyfriends had hid, you were finally ready to leave.
If it weren't for Jisung and Seungmin quite literally blocking the door, you might have been out of there by then.
"Y/nnnnn, its our one day off, you can't leave" jisung whined.
Seungmin stood at your side holding your hand as his chin rested on your shoulder.
"You'll only wish you had stayed" he reminded you.
A cruel reminder really, but undeniably true.
That was 6 hours ago.
From the moment you'd shut the door behind you, guilt rose in your stomach, bubbling like lava the entire day.
Your boss hadn't made it any easier on you, coming around to your desk with a new report for you to fill out or asking you to fix a mistake one of the interns had made every half hour.
It pissed you off, but you were one of the most efficient on the team, of course everything was left to you.
So, naturally, you smile and nod like you really do have all the time in the world.
Your next meeting of the day starts in 5 minutes, then you just have to finish some reports, meet with a few clients, and hopefully you will be out by 7.
Simple, right?
You knew leaving two horny, restless, freaks home alone was never the smartest idea, but little did you know just how far theyâd go to prove it.
The way you'd walked off in your work attire, black button up with a tight skirt and high heels, all frazzled and flustered. That alone set them off.
Hot and painfully hard, Jisung and Seungmin sit on the couch in nothing but their boxers. Seungmin, mindlessly scrolling through his phone in an attempt to distract himself, whilst Jisung rests his head on Minnie's lap. He traces along Seungmin's leg, but its not long before hannie's hands began to wander higher.
Seungmin notices and instinctively rocks his hips into Jisung's touch. It all happens so fast.
Jisung sits up to stroke Seungmin's clothed bulge. They stare into each others eyes, sharp and hungry, before Seungmin leans in to pull hannie into a heated kiss.
As Han's movements grow faster, Seungmin pulls back for air. His head falls back with a sigh and a whispered "fuuuck"
Jisung grins, eyes narrowing on Minnie's breathless expression. He speeds up before Seungmin reaches out to stop him.
"Wait, wait. I have a better idea" he pants.
The board room is cold yet crowded.
Your boss goes on about recent statistics, room for improvement on the budget, communication adjustments, all things you've heard before.
You're damn near asleep, when your phone buzzes suddenly.
A video from Seungmin?
The two of them had been sending you messages all day. Each one left unopened to prevent your ridiculously high libido from taking over.
But a video?
Unfortunately for you, your curiosity outweighs your better judgment. You slip out of the room and head for the first empty corner you find.
Leaning against the cool window, you skim over the many messages left behind by the boys.
hannie: come home we need you. need to cum so bad
minnie: so hard ts painful asf y/n
minnie: 1 image attachment
minnie: come fix it
hannie: we will be so good for u I swear.
hannie: I mean ik I will be but I canât speak for pretty boy over here
minnie: stfu
minnie: baby jst come home
minnie: Ik ur so fuckn wet rn
minnie: u wanna fuck us so bad
hannie: do whatever you want with us
hannie: use us make us ur little fuck toys
hannie: I need ur pretty hands on me
You were already clenching your thighs together simply reading what they had sent you.
You know itâs wrong to watch the video now, you can already guess what it is. Itâll have you headed straight home, and you still have so much to doâŚ
But if youâre already this horny, thereâs no turning back now.
You put an AirPod in and quickly press play.
Jisung and Seungmin are kneeling on the couch, boxers clearly discarded, caught up in a messy makeout session.
They grind into eachother, cocks slinging against one another, wet with a mix of saliva and pre cum. Leaky little sluts.
They pull at eachothers hair, panting and gasping before their lips clash again.
The sounds that escape their mouths, muffled whines and whimpers, you could get off on that alone.
And Seungmin being Seungmin, he had to leave a message along with it.
minnie: ur missing out
So many thoughts and feelings run rampant through your body, anger, frustration, desire. It overwhelms you.
Your body is all too hot, you can feel the fabric of your skirt against your skin, the collar of your shirt suddenly tighter than before.
You decide in that moment that itâs time to leave a message of your own for the two brats at home.
I expect you both on your knees before I walk through the fucking door.
All you remember about the drive home was the heat between your legs, radiating through your whole body, begging for release.
Your heels click hurriedly with each step towards your door, your about to turn your key in the lock when someone opens it from within.
Seungmin.
He stands before you with that smug grin on his face, fully clothed. You may have fell right into his trap, but that didnât mean you couldnât have some fun of your own.
You storm in, pulling at Seungminâs arm as you take a right into your room, pushing him back on the bed.
âI knew youâd cave" he says.
"If anyone here is desperate, it's you. Couldn't wait a few more hours could you?" You speak as you crawl up Seungmin's body, trapping him between your thighs.
He looks up at you all sparkly eyed, he absolutely loves it when you're all pissed off and dominant.
âDonât you think for a second Kim Seungmin that Iâm just gonna give you what you want. Brats like you need to be taught a lesson donât you think?â
Your voice is firm, yet spoken with a borderline evil smile. You bring your hand to palm over minnieâs clothed cock, already painfully hard. He groans and you feel his body tense up, poorly attempting to stop his hips from bucking.
Your hands travel under the hem of Seungminâs shirt when you hear a choked gasp from behind. Jisung stands in the doorway, jaw slightly agape, cock clearly growing harder at the sight before him.
âYou gonna stand there and look pretty or are you gonna come and help mommy?â You ask, raising an eyebrow.
Jisung exhales at the sound of being praised. Timidly, he steps towards the two of you on the bed as you crawl off of Seungmin slowly.
âStrip. Both of you.â You demand.
Seungmin removes his shirt first, but not without a sarcastic roll of his eyes of course. Jisung follows, rather hurriedly to be truthful.
You pat the empty side of the bed beside Seungmin.
âLay downâ you order Jisung, who obliges without a second thought.
Now you have two undeniably gorgeous guys beneath you, hungry and desperate for your touch. You simply couldnât ask for more.
Leaning towards Jisung, you bring your mouth towards his pre-cum drenched cock.
âAlways so ready for meâŚtoo bad you donât know how to be patientâ
You place a gentle kiss to the leaking head of hannieâs cock, followed by a small kitten lick. Heâs already squirming.
Whilst your mouth focuses on teasing Jisung, your hand follows suit with Seungmin.
Using your thumb, you circle his tip, eliciting a shaky sigh from minnie. Using the wetness dribbling from his tip, you stroke Seungmin at a ridiculously slow pace.
You continue just like that, admiring the contrast of their response. Jisung, a whiny whimpering mess as your mouth works his length, whilst Seungmin groans and grips at the sheets, still trying to control his overwhelming instinct to thrust up into your hand.
Jisung reaches down to pull at the collar of your blouse, desperate to feel your body against his, skin against skin. But you pull away, smirking at his neediness.
You feel them both getting closer to their highs, the three of you have always been to in tune with one another. As much as you want to see their pretty faces as they fall apart, itâs too soon for that.
They need to earn it.
Seungmin gives up holding back, letting his hips rut into your touch rapidly, just like you knew he would.
Jisung is already in tears from the mere pleasure, but just as they are about reach that delicious peak, backs arching, breaths hitching in anticipation, you pull back.
You giggle at the sight of them, panting and cursing to no end. The sounds that fall from their parted lips curl around one another in a sweet symphony that sends heat straight to your core.
âP-please mommy, let me cum. Iâll be such a good boy for you I swear, Iâll be so good to you just, shit-pleaseâ Jisung begs.
âFuuuck y/n, need it so bad. Iâm sorry! Just let me cum y/n pleaseâ Seungmin follows.
You take a moment to plan your next course of action, deciding between edging them for hours or ruining them now.
âOn your knees, both of you.â
You situate the two of them so that Jisung is kneeling before Seungmin, who has been perfectly placed on all fours.
You move behind Seungmin, taking a moment to appreciate the scene before you.
âThought it was a good idea to get all handsy with each other behind my back huh?â You spit.
âWe did send you the videoâ Seungmin retorts, turning his head back to show off the smug look painting his face.
That only earns him a harsh slap to his ass, causing him to yelp, hissing at the sting your hand leaves behind.
âYou really think you have the upper hand, tsk. You do wanna cum, donât you?â You coo.
Jisung nods his head ridiculously fast, accompanied by a drawn out âplease.â
Seungmin appears to have finally submitted to you, crying out âyes, please I need to cum!â
You lean over minnieâs shoulder to whisper in his ear.
âThen youâre gonna choke on hannieâs dick and take everything I give you.â
He quickly begins placing featherlight pecks down Jisungâs length before taking him in his mouth.
Jisungâs head is already thrown back in pleasure when you begin stroking Seungmin again.
You collect the pre cum that gathered along his slit, effectively using it to lube up his hole.
Slowly, you pump your fingers in and out of Seungminâs tight entrance. He canât help the whimpers that leave his mouth.
Minnieâs mouth moves in tandem with your fingers, you can tell the pleasure is taking over as he struggles to take Jisungâs cock fully.
Naturally, your hand stroking Seungmin departs to meet the back of his head, guiding him further down hannieâs length until heâs gagging, tears falling from his eyes.
âFuck!â Jisung cries out, desperately gripping the headboard behind him.
âThatâs it, good boy. You love being used like this huh?â Your voice, low and sultry, sends shivers across Seungminâs body.
He hums in a deeply fucked out agreement, the vibrations on Jisungâs dick, still buried deep in minnieâs throat, have his eyes rolling back, back arching deliciously.
Your fingers thrust into Seungmin relentlessly, other hand returning to its place on his cock.
âLook at this, little sluts just wanted mommy to come take controlâ
Your words only push them further towards the edge, the sound of your voice like their own personal aphrodisiac.
âP-please, Iâm gonna cum, lemme cumâ Jisung pleads between moans.
You smile wickedly and yank Seungmin off Jisung by his hair, eliciting erratic pants and whines from hannie.
âUse your hand babyâ you tell Seungmin, who surprisingly obeys without question.
âYou both wanna cum?â
They respond without a beat, shamelessly begging like itâs the only thing theyâve ever known.
âSay my nameâ you order.
âMommyâ they moan, bodies squirming and shaking uncontrollably.
âLouder.â
You see the tears fall from their beautiful glossy eyes, wetting their lashes in such effortless perfection.
They cry out âMommy!â
You hum in satisfaction, before finally deciding to end their punishment.
âCum for me my lovesâ
They release instantly, Jisung painting Seungminâs hand with his load, whilst Seungminâs release soakes the soft sheets.
The three of you remain, you watch your boyfriendâs pant and gasp, letting the aftershocks wash over before collapsing into the mattress.
You crawl between their bodies, hands cradling the back of their necks.
âYou ok my darlings?â You ask genuinely.
Jisung nuzzles into your neck, âSâgood baby.â
Seungminâs arm snakes around your waist, pulling close, ânever better.â
You lay between them for what seems like an eternity, peaceful in the calm of post-sex haziness.
You want to stay there, but reality claws its way back to you. The boys feel your weight shift, unsatisfied with your movement.
âWhere are you going?â Hannie asks, looking up at your now standing body beside him, puppy eyes on full display.
âTo have a shower hannie-loveâ you respond, placing a peck to his forehead.
Seungmin lifts his head then, âyou havenât cum yet?â
âDonât need it tonightâ you smile.
The boys share knowing looks, like they are communicating without saying a word. You chuckle breathily at their antics, convinced the nightâs events have come to a close.
Just when you go to turn your back, the boys are up at either side your body, guiding you backwards into the bathroom.
You try to encourage them to go back to bed, to sleep and get some much needed rest. But to no avail.
They undress you with utmost reverence, placing gentle kisses to each inch of skin they have the honour of revealing.
âYou always take such good care of us, let us earn it.â Jisung speaks softly into your ear.
Seungmin turns on the shower, making sure itâs the perfect temperature.
You step in, they follow. Just like they always do.
âWeâre so luckyâ minnie exhales before pulling you into a deep kiss.
The water cascades over your bodies, allowing Jisung to slide his palm down your side with ease.
Their hands wander over either side of your body like something precious. Seungminâs hand toying with your hardening nipple, swallowing the whimpers that fall from your mouth. Jisungâs reaches down to your core, fingers sliding through your folds effortlessly.
Seungmin pulls away ever so slowly, âlet us make you feel good.â
âPlease mommyâŚâ Jisung follows.
âOkayâ you breathe out, nodding slightly, overtaken by the desire flooding your senses.
Jisung is on his knees before you can even register it, tounge flat against your soaked pussy.
Seungmin places one more slow kiss to your lips, before his mouth finds your breast, sucking at your nipple.
Hannieâs tongue teases your entrance, allowing Seungminâs fingers to rub sweet circles on your clit.
Your body feels like itâs on fire, your boyfriendâs refusing to leave any part of your body unsatisfied. Your fingers weave through the hair of both of the gorgeous men. Your eyes take in the sight before you, their bodies glistening as they desperately guide you to your high.
Jisung laps at your pussy, moaning at the sheer taste of you gracing his tongue. Seungminâs fingers reach an unbeatable pace, pushing you over the edge without warning.
You moan. Loud.
Your orgasm comes crashing down on you like the water hitting your back. Itâs hard and heavy and oh so euphoric.
Your almost completely out of it when the pressure of your boyfriendâs hands holding up your body bring you back.
They gaze at you like an angle standing before them. Sacred in your post-orgasm state.
Jisung looks up at you hopefully.
âDid that feel good?â He asks like he refuses to move from his position without confirmation.
You smile, âso good my loves, so good.â
Seungmin brings his lips to your cheek as Jisung moves to stand beside you.
And in this very moment, you are reminded of just how lucky you are to have to perfect boyfriends who cherish you, who need you, who will bend every rule just to have you by their side.
And oh, how you donât want this night to end.
apologies if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes! Tumblr content libels hate me so Iâve had to copy and paste this a million times.
fake texts | poly!ot8 x noona!reader | 12ss | MDNI
read part 1 first
this was supposed to be just two parts but it's turned into three, oops. I once again apologise for the formatting, iFake and I aren't getting along well these days.
I OVERSTIMULATED MY BOYFRIEND AND THE RESULTS WERE SHOCKING!
đâ.Ë cw: 18+ / MDNI, sub!han, riding, slight subspace at the end, a lot of whimpering?
jisungâs wrists are bound tight to the headboard, back arched sharply off the mattress as you sink down on his cock again, swallowing every thick inch until your ass meets his hips. heâs drenched in sweat, chest glistening, pretty cock buried so deep inside your soaked cunt that you can feel him twitching against your cervix.
âfuckâbaby,â he sobs, voice completely shattered.
you roll your hips hard, grinding your clit against his pelvis with every filthy slide. the wet, squelching sound of your dripping pussy taking his cock fills the room. every time you lift up, his shaft shines with your cum, veins bulging, slick with the mess dripping down from where youâre joined.
âlook at you, sungie,â you purr, clenching around him on purpose. âso deep in you canât even think straight.â
his eyes are glassy and unfocused, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks and his mouth hangs open, drooling as you bounce harder on his oversensitive dick. âbaby⌠baby, pleaseâyour pussyâs too good,â he slurs, hips jerking up desperately. âgonna cum again⌠i canâtâcanât stopââ
you lean down and bite his neck, sucking hard while you ride him mercilessly. jisung cries out, cock pulsing violently inside your tight heat, another thick spurt of precum flooding you.
âthatâs it, baby boy. fill me up. i want everything.â
you fuck him faster, ass slapping loudly against his thighs, cunt squeezing and fluttering around his cock like itâs trying to milk him dry. his head thrashes against the pillow, broken moans and sobs spilling out nonstop.
âbabyâbaby, i love youâfuck,â he wails, completely lost. âso wet⌠so fucking tight⌠please let me cum inside you againââ
you slam down on him, grinding deep as you choke out a moan. the angle has his tip bullying your g-spot relentlessly. jisungâs whole body locks up and he cums hard for the third time, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum straight into your pussy. So much of it that it squirts out around his cock with every thrust,messy, dripping all the sheets.
even while heâs still spurting, you keep bouncing on his twitching, oversensitive dick, forcing him through the overstimulation and his sobs turn into raw, broken cries.
âtoo muchâbaby, itâs too muchâahâfuckâyour pussyâs draining meââ
but you donât stop until his eyes roll back and his mouth falls slack, body limp and trembling in full subspace. only then do you slow down, keeping his spent cock buried deep inside your cum-stuffed cunt as you gently stroke his tear-soaked face.
âmy good boy,â you whisper, kissing his trembling lips. âsay it again for me, sungie.â
his voice comes out tiny and floaty, sweet despite the absolute wreck youâve made of him.
âbaby⌠love you, babyâŚâ
a/n: spreading sub!han agenda everywhere all around the world
changbin's folded completely in half, his legs pushed so far back his knees press into the mattress on either side of his head. he's flexible from years of dance practices but you're sure he'll feel the burn tomorrow.
"you can take it," you grunt, driving your strap deeper with a wet squelch. it sinks in without resistance, his rim puffy and loose from his previous orgasms. "that's it, pretty boy."
his answer is a broken whine, high-pitched and desperate. his cock twitches against his stomach and leaks pathetically. precum pools in the dips and folds of his tummy, cock jumping every time your strap hits that spot that makes him see stars.
"f-hnng, hh â"
"what's wrong, bunny?"
drool slips down changbin's chin, his eyes hazy and unfocused. seeing him like this, unable to form a coherent thought, makes your core clench. you grip his pecs and squeeze, kneading the soft muscle. he keens as his oversensitive nipples brush against your palms.
"such a pretty thing," you coo, leaning down to mouth at his chest. "you'd look so gorgeous all swollen... round and full with my cum."
changbin sobs. his cock twitches, another bead of precum oozing from the tip. he's already so empty but the thought of you breeding him â filling him up until it takes â has him clenching around your strap.
"want it," he slurs, "please, wan' â ahh - wanna be yours, breed me, please â"
you push his legs down even further and pick up your pace. wet, filthy sounds bounce off the walls. "yeah? is that what you really want? want me to knock you up? keep you stuffed until you're dripping?"
he nods frantically, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. his cock pulses, on the edge of cumming dry, and you know it must hurt. he bites his lip to stop himself from making a sound, but you shake your head.
"let me hear how badly you need it, pretty boy."
there's no stopping him now. changbin wails, and you squeeze his pecs one more time as his orgasm crashes over him, nothing but a weak twitch and a pathetic dribble of cum. he's never looked more wrecked â skin flushed and sweaty, his damp hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. shameless sounds spill from his lips as you fuck him through it, hole clenching so hard around your strap you're sure you can feel it, already begging for more.
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-you're both in bed, he's curled up on your chest with your hand running through his hair when you casually bring it up
-"what would you think about a vibrator baby?" "huh? like-like for you or?" "no babe, for you, one that I'd get to use on you" "o-oh, yeah I'd like that... I'd really like that actually"
-the vibrator is quickly purchased and arrives just as fast with you spending too much on next day delivery and you jumping him the second you unbox and clean it
-now although you have a tame but experimental sex life it doesn't mean he isn't a blushing mess when you're getting ready for it
-you make your way to your shared bedroom and find him curled up in bed on his phone, quickly u make your way over and slowly straddle him taking his phone and throwing it to the side, praying you didn't break it
-"What are you up to?" he chuckles, his hands finding your waist as you plant featherlight kisses to his neck, trailing slowly over his pulse point your lips find the now bright red shall of his ear "You ready for me to ruin you baby?"
-it doesn't take long for you to strip him of his shorts and boxers and slide in between his strong muscly thighs planting kisses and gentle bites as you start teasing him
-with one hand trailing over his stomach feeling it rise and fall with each deep breath he takes as you avoid touching him where he needs it most. Your other hand circles around his now dripping cock refusing to touch him and you can't help but smile at how desperate he's becoming from light teasing
-"What is it baby? Am I not touching you good enough? Or do you need me to touch you somewhere else?" your voice is innocent but you have the most devious smirk on your face watching as his breath hitches when your fingers trail over his red leaking tip before pulling away, he throws his head back whining as you refuse to touch him where he needs it most "Please! Please ple-ahh! Fuck, touch me baby please I've been so good". You cant help but give in to him, you were always bad at teasing and punishments cause you always caved at his pleading. "Alright baby, since you've been so good for me" but instead of touching him with your hand you quickly pull the vibrator out from the pocket of your shorts and press it against the leaking tip of his aching cock.
-his reaction is instant, he lets out a loud cry as his eyes roll back and his head drops to the bed, his back arches high off the bed, his hand suddenly shooting out to grip your hair causing you to groan "Gentle baby" you hand comes up to his wrist pulling his hand to adjust his grip on your hair "Sorry, sorry mummy ah fuck! Don't stop, please I'm begging you, I'm so close!" his thighs are twitching as they fight to not slam shut around your head, you continue to place kisses to his thighs muttering sweet nothings as your hand work on his cock, you bring the vibrator from his drooling tip all the way down to the base whilst your free hand takes the previous position of the vibrator, your fingers painstakingly gentle circle his tip, scooping his cum up and using it to slicken his cock stroking him oh so slowly
-" You've been such a good boy for me baby, I think you deserve to cum don't you?" your voice is sugary sweet as you watch your boyfriend fall apart in front of you, he lets out a long groan his hand coming up to grip the pillows as he rolls his hips into the feeling of your warm hand stroking his cock and the cruel feeling of the vibrator against the base of his cock "Yes! Please I've been so good mummy can I? Please, I'm so close, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonn-ahh!" suddenly he can't hold it anymore and he lets out silent scream, his head dropping into the pillows and his back arching as pearly white streams of cum shoot out of his pulsing red cock onto his heaving stomach.
-You coo at his blissed out state and slowly ease of his cock, leaning over to grab the wipes by the side of your bed and gently begin to clean him up. Knowing he would be too tired for a bath or to get up for you to change the sheets you crawl back into bed gently pulling him into your hold as he rolls over to bury his face into your chest. Your hand slides up his warm back rubbing the soft skin and your other hand finds its way to his hair "You feeling ok baby? was it too much?" Your lips press into his soft hair as you hold him close "No it wasn't, it was perfect mummy, I feel great just a little floaty" he nuzzles more into your chest letting out a long sigh of content. "Get some sleep baby I'll be right here when you wake up" he nods, already half asleep.
-biggest brat and you know it, you were away for a week and told him he couldn't touch himself so imagine your shock when you walk into your bedroom and find him sprawled across the bed his face flushed, pink raw bitten lips pulled into a defiant smile as he lazy strokes his cock, his soft stomach already covered in cum "Welcome home honey"
-famous last words honestly, you say nothing and make your way to your wardrobe grabbing a small little box before making your way to the bed planting yourself in between his thick thighs spreading them open you bat his hand away ignoring his confused yet curious gaze on the box
-you hold his cock in you hand slowly pumping him locking eyes with him "What was the one thing I told you not to do kitten?" your tone is flat and your face is neutral but the pulsing of arousal in you is anything but subtle. Minho tries to laugh giving you a half hearted smirk as your hand starts to pick up its pace on his already overstimulated cock "I don't know w-what you mean?" his chest rises and falls more quickly as he feels himself getting closer to the edge, but your not giving him what he wants so easily, your hand quickly pulls away and rests on his stomach stroking the soft skin gently.
-He lets out a pained yell, his head dropping his head to the plush pillows his chest heaving "You're mean" he mumbles pitifully his head lifting to meet your gaze, his eyes glossy but narrow in petty defiance, you smirk and stroke his thighs soothingly "You didn't think I'd give you what you want so easily now did you baby?" Your hand returns to his cock stroking painfully slowly, occasionally stopping before starting up again, but this time you grab the box you brought and remove the mystery item keeping it hidden from his view
-he's too distracted to notice you messing with the box, his mind is more occupied with the fact that he was three orgasm deep before you arrived and now your edging him to the brink of a fourth but keeping it just out of reach "Yah come on, I'm sorry is that what yo-ah y-you wanna hear?" his voice is trembling slightly as he tries to keep up his bratty attitude but its slowly crumbling the more you tease him
-You slow your hand down until it stops and give him a sickly sweet smile "Now was that so hard kitten? But unfortunately it's too late so I'm still gonna need to punish you, which I'm sure you'll end up enjoying" suddenly you bring the small baby blue vibrator into view, holding it above his cock you still and look into his eyes "Now do you wanna try that apology again or are you gonna still be a little brat huh?"
-Minho's eyes widen at the object and his breath hitches as he realises what in store for him, but he's not giving in yet, a shaky smirk appears on his lips and he scoffs "You think that will make a difference? Yo-you think that'll doing anything?" his voice is wavering, small whines of pleasure escaping him and you can't help but smile
-"Let's see then baby, if you're so confident" you bring the vibrator down directly onto his tip pressing firmly on the red angry looking tip, your free hand grazing the shaft briefly before settling on his balls, cupping and squeezing them gently, his legs instantly go to slam shut around you, but you force them down with you elbows. The sensation is overpowering, punching the air out of his lungs his eyes roll back instantly, his mouth falling open open "Fuck! hah ah! Is that the best y-you've got, ugh!" his head rolls to the side as he stares down at you with hazy, half lidded eyes
-You chuckle and kiss his thighs, bringing the vibrator down to his balls pressing down gently you move it in small circles before returning it to his throbbing cock, stroking it lazily over the shaft you watch closely sensing him getting close as his eyes close and his back starts to arch you quickly lift the vibrator and your hand off his cock, earning a high pitched whine from him
-you smile trailing your lip down his trembling thigh you teasingly bite the plush skin of his inner thigh "Oh poor baby, were you close? Oh I'm sorry baby" you taunt your hand returning to his cock rubbing your thumb over his head pressing down on the dripping tip forces his back to arch and his hand shoot up to the pillows he's buried his head in "Ah! Don't stop please, I'm sorry, I'll never break your rules again, jus-ah! j-just please let me come, I'll be good for you!" his voice breaks into a desperate whine as he tries to shift closer to your touch
-You decide to pity him and bring the vibrator back to his cock pressing it against his tip whilst your hand pumps his shaft quickly not letting him getting used to he feeling, he's brought to edge quickly, his red drooling cock twitching with overstimulation, so sensitive his body is trying to roll away from your actions, you pull him back into position cooing at him "Come on baby, you're doing so well for me, look at your pretty cock all red and heavy, you're so desperate to cum aren't you kitten?"
-And that's all it took to send him over the edge, a pained yell escaping him as he throws his head back and he cums all over your hand and vibrator his cock spent and twitching in your hold, you give it a few more strokes only stopping when he whines and tries to pull your hand away. You stop, quickly cleaning him up and slipping into bed with him, you hold him from behind peppering kisses across his shoulder and neck telling him quiet praises as your had comes to rest on his stomach stroking softly, you continue to praise him until he falls into a blissful sleep
-It wasn't a great day for Changbin as he was feeling a bit insecure about his looks due to reading some mean comments so as his loving partner you swoop in to quickly take his mind off it and reassure him
-which is how you find yourself sat on the couch, a mirror propped in front of you both, with Changbin sat in between your legs, his back to your chest and head dropped against your shoulder as you trail your new vibrator across his pecs, circling his nipples u pepper kisses across his neck, sucking and nipping at the warm tan skin leaving faint red marks
-you lift your head up watching the two of you from the mirror you bring your free hand to his jaw cupping it softly but securely, you lift his head to watch his reflection in the mirror "Look at yourself for me Binnie, look at how handsome you are, how strong and beautiful you are" you voice is soft as you whisper in his ear, words only meant for him to hear and no one else, he lets out a whine his eyes taking a second to meet your own in the mirror before falling to your hand circling his pecs with the vibrator, when you focus on his flushed nipples he has to rest his head in your hand to prevent it from falling down
-"You feeling good sweet boy?" he lets out a whine, nodding he arches into your touch, leaning into the feeling of the vibrator, "Uh huh, it feels so-ah! so good, please don't stop" you nod kissing his flushed round cheek before bringing your other hand down to his stomach just holding him, you feel him inhale deeply at the action but after a couple seconds he slowly exhales leaning his full weight against you. Your hand continues lower slipping into his boxers slowly stroking his hard dripping cock
-he lets out a groan his eyes falling shut "No baby, open those pretty eyes for me hun" your voice is kind as you speak, this entire moment meant to be gentle and reassuring, his eyes flutter open and he turns his face to you silently asking for a kiss, you don't hesitate to give it to him, your lips locking onto his soft bitten ones, your lips move perfectly in sync, your tongue finding its way into his hot mouth, pulling a whine out of him.
-you pull away to return to the task at hand and your hand on his cock picks up motion again "Now baby do you believe me when I tell you are beautiful, strong and perfect the way you are?" he nods letting out a stuttering groan ass his eyes lock with ours in the mirror "Words Binnie" his eyes flutter closed for a second but a quick squeeze of his cock makes them snap open "Yes! I do, BInnie's so strong and handsome, ah! Fuck! I believe you, can I cum please baby!"
-And who were you to deny your sweet boy that, you nod kissing at his neck and speeding your hand up, causing him to let out the most beautiful moans but only when you bring the vibrator back to his nipples does he gasp loudly, his head falling back onto your shoulder and you feel the warm cum coat your hand still tucked into his boxers
-You slow your hand down and turn the vibrator off holding him more securely in your embrace, you shuffle back further onto the couch grabbing a spare blanket and throwing it over the two of you. You hold him as close as possible muttering sweet nothings in his ear causing him to let out bashful little chuckles and jokingly smack your chest as you both relax in the soft afterglow
-he'd been feeling needy all day, waiting for you to have your way with him but you are busy with work so he had to find a way to entertain himself without you. Which is how he finds the pretty little box tucked away in your bedside drawer and Hyunjin is very nosy
-so he settles himself on your shared bed a light flush already dusting his cheeks and he slips his hand into his sweats slowly stroking himself at a teasing pace, with his other hand he holds the vibrator testing the settings by turning it on and off before slowly slipping it under his sweats with his other hand placing it on the base of his cock
-a gasp rips out of him and his eyes close at the feeling of the small but powerful vibrator against his sensitive tip, his free hand travelling away from his throbbing cock to the flat expanse of his toned stomach, his fingers moving in light circles before continuing further up under his jumper to his pecs giving them a teasing squeeze he lets out a moan his head tilting back, his fingers trail to his perky nipples his fingers every so lightly circle them before giving them a teasing tug
-he's fully lost in his trance, the vibrator lazily stroking up and down his cock, occasionally venturing to his balls and his free hand alternating from teasing and tugging his nipples to gently gripping long smooth neck making his eyes roll back in his head, letting out needy gasps and whines
-soon enough he feels his orgasm approaching, his legs twitching and clenching shut around his hand as the vibrator continues to feel like too much but not enough, his face is flushed and slightly sweaty as he bites his lips trying to hold in his pretty noises but failing miserably, his hand moves from his neck back to his chest, his nails dragging the sensitive buds when he suddenly feels an extra hand grip his neck
-his eyes snap open only to see your face inches above him biting your own lip you lean down to his ear "Don't you dare stop" your voice is hoarse and low, your lips find his jaw trailing soft kisses to the skin as your grip on his neck tightens he lets out a loud gasp followed by a broken moan "Ah! fuck, I'm cumming!" his head drops and his back arches off the bed, his legs slamming shut and he releases
-his body twitches in the aftershock and his head rolls round to meet your eyes, he looks up at you with glossy doe eyes biting his lip "Am I in trouble?" he asks innocently but the teasing glint in his eyes tells you everything. You smirk pressing a soft kiss to his plump pouty lips "You have no idea"
-He feels his heart flutter and his legs clench, he can't help letting out a moan as you bite his lip, your hand tailing down to his crotch grabbing the vibrator turning it back on you press it back onto the tip of his sensitive cock causing him to gasp and clutch your arm his head turning into your neck. You don't slow down, in fact you turn the vibrator up a setting and with your free hand you pull up his jumper your lips latching to his chest, nipping and sucking his already sensitive nipples
-already overstimulated Hyunjin lets out a whine his back arching and before he knows it he's cumming again, his hand shooting out to grab any part of you he can reach, which is the back of your head, you trail your lips up his chest to his neck sucking faint hickies on the flushed skin before capturing his lips in a deep kiss. You keep the vibrator on his cock only stopping when he's whining and gripping your wrist. "Enough, please it's t-too much please!" he whines against your lips and you only smirk planting a peck to his nose "Oh Jinnie we've only begun"
-You had been in your office at home working all day and Jisung was not happy, it was one of the first days this month that had no work and got to spend his entire day with you and you are working? Unbelievable.
-So he takes matters into his own hands and grabs the new toy that you had bought together but never got the chance to use and promptly makes his way to your office, opening the door slowly he peers in watching your frame as you are focused typing away on your laptop, though you hear the door open you don't turn around "You need something Sungie?" you stop typing and raise your arms over your head stretching when you see him come into your view
-Jisung stands in front of you and adjusts your chair so he stands in between your legs, giving you a long look he suddenly climbs into your lap, somehow straddling you in your old and way too small office chair
-Your quick to grab his hips pulling close so he won't fall when you notice his bugle tenting his sweatpants, you raise an eyebrow and look up at him "Can I help you sweetheart?" you stroke his hips and thighs gazing up at him fondly when he takes a deep breath and pulls out the vibrator holding it in front of you "If you don't make me cum soon I'm gonna lose it" Although he's trying his best to demand this of you he can't the whiny tone in his voice as he speaks
-You have been working for too long and decide to treat yourself and him by giving him exactly what he wants, you pull him into a deep kiss your lips moving together perfectly as your hand slips into his sweats causing him to lift his hips up enough for you to expose his leaking cock flushed red at the tip, before planting himself firmly back in your lap grinding into your touch
-you plan to make his wish come true and start pumping his cock quickly, your lips moving to his neck and down to his collarbone nipping and kissing the sensitive skin gently. He sighs in relief letting out breathy whimpers as you don't ease up on his neck or cock, his head drops to your shoulder and you are quick to take the vibrator out of his hold and slip it under his top trailing it across the soft skin of his chest before grazing it down his stomach and finally the base of his cock
-this causes his whines to pick up and turn into loud moans, his hips rutting into your lap more desperately as he wraps his arms around your neck holding you close. You press the vibrator to the tip of his cock and your other hand moves to his hip squeezing the plush skin before venturing to the swell of his ass giving it a teasing slap feeling it jiggle in your hold you can't help but chuckle "So pretty baby, such cute noises and you're behaving so well for me aren't you sweetheart?" you pull your lips away from his now sensitive neck and pepper kisses to his plush cheek causing him to whine at the loss of attention to his neck
-"Stop it, you're gonna make me blush, it's embarrassing, please don't stop, fuck it feels so good" when you bring your hand back to his cock and start pumping quickly he lets out a gasp throwing his head back grinding more frantically chasing his orgasm, you clutch the vibrator between three fingers and grip his cock pumping him quickly your now free hand gripping his waist guiding him as he thrusts into your hand
-he's basically riding you at this point his head thrown back and hands gripping the arms of your chair as you guide him up and down on your lap "Fuck Jisungie, you're doing so good for me baby, riding me so well baby" your words come out in a groan as he bounces in your lap desperately, "Ah! I'm so close oh fuck! I need more please!" feeling him getting close you move the vibrator to press firmly against his tip and your free hand reaches up tugging his hair causing his head to fall back and all of a sudden he lets out a shout tensing up in your lap when white ribbons of cum shoot out of his red twitching cock
-you remove the vibrator and let him come down from his high before wrapping your arms around his waist causing him to hunch forward and burrow his head into your shoulder letting out gentle pants against the skin of your neck
-"You did so well baby, such a good boy for me Sungie, you feeling ok?" you rub his back and stroke his hair, placing soft kisses to his cheek and temple "I feel amazing, just a little...spaced out I guess?" he mumbles into your neck nuzzling further into your neck placing his own kisses to your neck, you smile and nod "That's ok baby, you're just coming down from your high, I suppose you want to go sleep now don't you baby?" you feel him nod and somehow muster the strength to pick him up and carry him to bed where you both promptly take a nap
-Surprisingly Felix was the one to bring it up, you were laying in bed when he walks in with his hands behind his back and a bright flush on his cheeks and he nervously approaches you, you put your phone down to give him your full attention "What are you up to baby?" smiling you hold your hand out for him to hold as he gets onto the bed with you, he smiles bashfully and looks everywhere but your eyes "I may have bought something for us to use, well more for you to use on me" he shuffles closer to you still sitting up right he presents the item that was hidden behind his back, it was a smooth sleek baby pink bullet vibrator
-your eyes widen and you look up at him already feeling heat surge in your stomach at the idea of it, you adjust yourself so you're propped up against the large fluffy pillows and you bring your hand to his smooth thigh stroking the skin softly "What were you thinking angel? Want me to tease you with it until you're begging for me to let you cum?"
-his face flushes and his thighs rub together as he covers his face in embarrassment, but he nods and hands it to you. Not long after you are still propped up against the headboard with Felix laying back against your chest, his shorts and boxers gone he's only in your hoodie now as he moans into your neck gripping your wrist when you tease the tip of his pretty pink cock.
-Your free hand holds his waist gently stroking the soft skin before slipping under the hoodie and rubbing slow circles onto his stomach feeling it rise and fall against your touch "You're so good for me Lixie, such a good boy for me baby" your lips nibble his ear cooing at the flushed tips of the freckled ear, your other hand is trailing the vibrator up and down his cock causing it to twitch and bob at your actions
-he lets out the most pretty moans and whines as you move the vibrator his head tucked into your neck "I'm your good boy, aren't I? I-ah! Shit, I'm so good, uh! It feels so g-good!" His legs tremble against yours as he fights to keep them open for you, his chest heaving as your hand slides up to his pecs circling his dusty pink nipples in slow teasing circles, his chest arches into your touch and his eyes roll back at the constant stimulation high pitched whines escaping his lips as his head falls against your shoulder
-you drag the vibrator lower circling it around his balls a couple times before risking to move it lower now circling him rim, his reaction is overwhelming, his back arches off your chest and his jaw drops as a gasp is punched out of him, his hands tightening his grip on your wrist to an almost painful level but you don't stop, you continue circling his rim pressing gently but never entering
-you whisper sweetly into his ear peppering kisses to his jaw and neck, your hand slides back down from his chest to his leaking red cock and start stroking him quickly suddenly jolting him out of his calm blissed state, his head snapping up to look down at your hand stroking quickly and your hand with the vibrator now circling his tip
-"You've been such a good boy baby, you wanna cum for me sweetheart? You're so pretty for me, so good for me" you pepper kisses to his freckled shoulder his body tensing as he feels his release creeping closer "Ah! Yes! I wanna cum mummy, please I'm so close, it feels so good!" his voice is whiny and suddenly he gasps and his head falls back his eyes screwed shut as he cums hard shooting up onto his stomach
-when his orgasm stops you teasingly stroke the vibrator around his tip but pull it away quickly when he whines and curls into your neck, you wipe him down and hand him a glass of water making sure he drinks at least half of the glass before pulling up the covers and holding him close his head tucked into your chest and your arms wrapped around his back stroking softly ad he slips into a peaceful sleep
-you're both curled up on the couch not paying attention to the movie playing in the background as your hand slips under the blanket at first just resting on his thigh before slowly making its way to his growing bugle, you turn your head to whisper into his ear "Do you wanna try the new toy we bought baby? I wanna make you feel good" Your free hand rubs his shoulder soothingly your hand coming up to the back of his neck to tease and stroke his ear.
-you feel him shiver at your touches and he nods pretending to act calm and collected and you can't help but smirk, you shift slightly and reach into your pocket and pull out the vibrator, you were hoping that the evening took this turn. keeping him tucked to your side you dip your hand down under the blanket and under his sweats stroking him slowly, he tilts his head to rest on your shoulder letting out little whimpers at your soft touch on his cock when you suddenly introduce the vibrator into the mix
-he gasps and twitches slightly, shifting in your hold he whimpers into your neck clutching onto your shirt tightly, you shush him softly peppering kisses along his forehead as far as you can reach. When you and Seungmin had nights like this he always ended up feeling really soft and fuzzy with you, something that wasn't overly common so you cherished it whenever it happened, which also leads to him being more sensitive when things got intimate
-as you drag the vibrator along his cock you feel him arch slightly, his body chasing the sensation "More please, it feels so good, ah-fuck" you smile softly and speed up the motions of the vibrator, sliding it quicker over his cock you other hand now stroking the back of his neck, fingers trailing into his hair gently scratching his scalp, "That feel nice baby? You like me taking care of you? Making you feel nice and fuzzy" your voice is soft against the top of his head as you move the vibrator to the base of his twitching cock rotating it in small circles causing him to gasp his back arching off your body and lets out a shaky whimper as he exhales
-he nods moaning into your neck, your hand in his hair cups his jaw and lifts hid head to meet your gaze, his eyes gloss and hazy, lips glossy from him licking them and his cheeks flushed a pretty rosy pink "You're so beautiful baby, so beautiful aren't you puppy?" he whines his eyes closing but you plant a kiss to his plush lips, his whines slipping out "Feels so good, I'm close can I cum? Please I need to cum" he mumbles against your lips his words slurring as he gets closer to he edge.
-you coo and nod whispering sweet praises as your hand presses the vibrator firmer against his cock and your other hand slips to the base of his neck squeezing so gently causing him to tense up and his eyes roll back, his hands gripping your wrist so tightly and then it hits him, his orgasm hits him hard and his head falls back completely resting on your shoulder his shoulders shuddering at the aftershock
-you hold him close peppering kisses to his neck, your hand makes its way to his torso rubbing gently "That's a good puppy, you did so well for me baby" you wipe him up as best as you can before he curls into your lap dozing off instantly
-Your relationship was still new and so was certain parts of your sex life, still finding out what each other likes and dislikes. but Jeongin was curious about the bullet vibrator he found packaged in your shared wardrobe, having not really experimented with anything like this before he planned to try it out one day that he was free
-which leads us to Jeongin alone in your bedroom wearing one of your hoodies that he stole with his bottoms off as he gently trails the vibrator across his inner thighs, working up to touch his cock with it, he's in such a comfy safe headspace that he feels himself getting fuzzy as he trails his fingers along his toned stomach, slowly trailing up to his chest but not ever touching his nipples, making himself whine screwing his eyes shut and arching into his own touch
-he eventually brings the vibrator to the base of his cock and his head drops back onto the pillows letting out a silent moan, his chest heaving as he moves the vibrator across his cock moving it back and forth across his leaking tip, he hand on his chest moves to the pillows gripping it tightly as he grinds up into the feeling of the vibrator, his thighs trembling at the mind numbing sensation as he tries to keep his legs open
-the entire time he's touching himself he's imagining your hands on him instead of his, your warm large hands stroking his chest, your long fingers running up and down his inner thigh refusing to touch him where he crave it most, your hand guiding the vibrator across his drooling cock
-it seemed like you new he was thinking about you as not long later you make your way into the bedroom having heard some inviting noises and are met with a beautiful sight, your gorgeous boyfriend sprawled across your bed his head thrown back and his yes screwed shut and his hand runs the vibrator that you had bought for the two of you to use now circling his tip, his long slender legs tremble as he keeps them open
-you silently approach and sit down beside him your hand coming to push his hair out of the way of his face causing him to jolt slightly, his eyes shoot open and you shush him gently, slowly rubbing his chest and stomach "It's just me baby, I see someone got lonely hmm?" your voice is warm and reassuring as your hand slides down to his taking the vibrator from his grasp and continuing the motions bringing it to the base of his cock and occasionally circling it over his balls
-he lets out a gasp and reaches up to grab your arm his head dropping to see your hand moving along his cock "Ah! I j-just got curious, it feels so good, please keep going!" you press kisses to his sweaty face and pull up his hoodie your lips trailing to his flushed chest, peppering kisses to the strong soft pecs you suck gently leaving red marks as you move to his nipples, swirling your tongue across the perky bud
-He was already close to the edge before you arrived but now he feels like he's seconds away from cumming at the feeling of your warm mouth around his sensitive chest. You mumble words of reassurance and praise as you continue your attack on his chest, starting to nip the soft skin of his pec his body starts twitching and his hips rut up into your hand, you trail the vibrator down to his balls and press firmly whilst also nipping at the sensitive bud of his nipple
-he lets out a long groan, his voice going high as his orgasm hits him hard, his legs slam shut around your hand pinning the vibrator to his balls and his hands come up to cover his face at the overwhelming sensation, you lift your lips off his chest and nudge your way past his hands and kiss him long and deeply, swallowing his moans as you slowly pull the vibrator away and put it down, instead opting to stroke his heaving stomach
-"There you go Innie that's you baby, you coming back down to me now love?" you press your lips against his cheek nuzzling your nose against the flushed skin, he lets out a long sigh and turns his head to face you, bumping your noses together "I feel so good, I feel kinda floaty, I don't wanna get up to clean, I'm too sleepy" you chuckle at his words and lean over grabbing wipes, cleaning him the best you could you pull the hoodie down to cover him up more and pull up the covers turning him round in your hold so you are holding him from behind "Get some sleep baby, you must be exhausted" he lets out a tired hum and before you know it he's fully asleep
So the pepro clip today? Well, I got bit by the creative bug, and here we are.
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Synopsis:
After watching a clip from the latest Stray Kids fanmeet, where Chan played the Pepero game with Han and Changbin, you couldnât help but bring the idea home. The memory of their laughter and playful teasing lingered in your mind, and you wondered how it would feel to try it yourself, especially now that you were dating all of them. Grinning mischievously, you suggested trying your own three-way Pepero game, eager to see who among them would be the boldest and who would break first. None of them hesitated, and what started as a game quickly turned into a series of unforgettable, heart-pounding moments.
2MIN (Seungmin & Lee Know x y/n) - Almond & Classic Chocolate
Youâre settled snugly between Seungmin and Lee Know on the couch, two Pepero sticks balanced between your lips. Before you can even signal to start, they exchange a knowing glance and immediately turn their teasing on you.
Lee Know leans in, voice low and playful, âYou sure you can handle both of us at once?â Seungmin grins, nudging your shoulder. Lee Knowâs smirk grows as he adds, âSo you watched our fanmeet clip, and now you think youâre ready for the real thing?â Seungmin giggles, âDonât worry, y/n, weâll go easy on you... maybe.â You try to glare at them, but the mischief in Lee Knowâs eyes and Seungminâs gentle, bubbling laughter make it impossible to keep a straight face.
They lean back, still watching you with matching, playful grins, drawing out the suspense. Seungmin whispers, âMaybe we should see who breaks first, her or us?â Lee Know pretends to ponder, then shrugs, âI already know itâs going to be her.â You roll your eyes, cheeks already warming, and finally signal for them to begin.
They each take a Pepero stick, leaning in from either side, the air between you all crackling with anticipation. Lee Knowâs gaze is intense and teasing, while Seungmin tries to match his seriousness but keeps breaking into soft giggles. The three of you inch closer, and the game turns into a battle of wills Lee Know is determined, Seungmin is biting back laughter, and you are fighting the urge to squirm away from the growing tension.
Just as your lips are about to meet in the middle, Seungmin canât hold it in any longer. He bursts into laughter, breaking his Pepero stick and sending a shower of crumbs onto all three of you. Lee Know groans theatrically, flopping back against the couch in defeat, but the corners of his mouth twitch with a barely hidden smile. You canât help it, you dissolve into laughter too, doubling over as the tension breaks, the room echoing with your giggles.
Lee Know slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. Seungmin wipes away a tear of laughter, still grinning. The three of you stay tangled together on the couch, the teasing and warmth lingering long after the game ends.
Sunshine Twins (Han & Felix x y/n) - Strawberry & Blueberry
Youâre all cross-legged on the floor, Han on one side and Felix on the other, both practically buzzing with excitement. Two Pepero sticks are balanced between your lips, and the boys canât stop giggling as they get ready. Felix flashes you a bright grin, eyes sparkling, âWeâre totally going to nail this, you know.â Han leans in, voice teasing but soft, âOnly because we absolutely love our girl.â
You try to steady your breathing, cheeks already tingling from anticipation and their infectious energy. At your nod, each of them picks up their side of a Pepero stick. The second they start nibbling closer, the room fills with breathless laughter. Hanâs eyes sparkle with mischief as he pulls a series of silly faces, puffed cheeks, exaggerated winks, and even a cross-eyed stare just to make you and Felix laugh. Felix, meanwhile, is hopelessly endeared, his deep, melodic giggle rumbling from his chest every time Han does something ridiculous.
Youâre barely holding it together, giggles bubbling up as the three of you inch closer and closer. The sticks grow shorter, faces draw near, and the world narrows to the pink of Hanâs cheeks and the warmth in Felixâs eyes. For a split second, it feels like you might actually make it to the middle until Han cracks up, breaking his Pepero stick and sending crumbs flying everywhere.
Felixâs laughter rings out just as loudly, and he immediately scoots close, wrapping his arms around both you and Han in a tight, joyful hug. âWe might not have won,â Han says, still breathless from laughing, âbut this was the best round.â Felix presses a soft kiss to your temple, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. Han leans in to plant a sweet kiss on your cheek, his nose nuzzling against your skin before he pulls back with a fond grin.
The three of you stay huddled together on the floor, surrounded by crumbs, warmth, and the sound of lingering giggles. In that moment, with two boys you adore clinging to you and each other, you know thereâs nowhere else youâd rather be.
HyunChan (Hyunjin & Bang Chan x y/n) - Dark Chocolate & Tiramisu
Youâre standing in the middle of the room, two Pepero sticks balanced between your lips, Hyunjin on one side and Bang Chan on the other. Lee Know stands behind you, arms wrapped snugly around your waist, holding you firmly in place. âDonât even think about running, y/n,â he whispers in your ear, his grip gentle but unyielding. The anticipation is almost too much, and you can feel your cheeks burning already.
Hyunjin is all effortless allure, his gaze locked on yours, every move slow and confident, lips curled in a smirk as he leans in toward his Pepero stick. Bang Chan, determined to be just as sexy, gives you his best sultry stare, but you can see the way his brows knit together, overthinking every step. His mix of intensity and nervousness sends butterflies fluttering through your stomach, making you giggle and flush even harder.
At your nod, both boys begin nibbling their Pepero sticks, closing the distance with each bite. Hyunjinâs eyes never leave yours, his presence magnetic and self-assured. Chanâs eyes dart from your lips to your eyes and back, the tiniest uncertain smile breaking through his serious expression. The closer they get, the more your heart races. Lee Knowâs arms keep you from backing away, grounding you in the moment.
When the sticks are nearly gone, Hyunjinâs lips brush the corner of your mouth, and Chan hesitates for just a second before finally closing the last gap. The Pepero sticks snap, and with Lee Know still holding you steady, Hyunjinâs hand finds the back of your head, and Chan cups your cheek, both of them pulling you into a dizzying, breathless three-way kiss. Youâre left giggling and glowing, surrounded by their warmth and Lee Knowâs lingering hold.
ChangJeong (Changbin & I.N x y/n) - Cookies & Cream & Peanut
The three of you are nestled together on a cozy pile of pillows on the floor, the room aglow with soft light and the low hum of laughter. Changbin sits to your left, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, while I.N, wide-eyed and playful, takes his spot on your right. You carefully balance two Pepero sticks between your lips, glancing at both boys with feigned seriousness.
Changbin leans in, bumping his shoulder against yours. âReady for this, Innie?â he teases, earning a burst of giggles from I.N. âJust donât eat the whole thing in one bite, hyung!â I.N fires back, his nerves quickly melting into excitement.
At your signal, both boys each take a Pepero stick and start nibbling toward you. Changbin tries to keep his expression cool, but he canât resist making goofy faces, waggling his eyebrows, crossing his eyes, and puffing out his cheeks. I.Nâs nervousness is gone, replaced by pure joy as he giggles at Changbinâs antics, his own laughter contagious and sweet. With every little bite, the three of you inch closer, the room filled with the sound of breathless giggles and the rustle of pillows.
By the time the sticks are nearly gone, youâre laughing so hard you can barely keep the Pepero between your teeth. In one final burst of giggles, you lose your balance and tumble backward into the soft cushion of pillows. Changbin and I.N exchange a quick glance and then immediately pounce, collapsing beside you with matching grins.
Before you can recover, they start showering you with playful, affectionate kisses. Changbin peppers your cheeks and forehead, his laughter rumbling against your skin, while I.N gently presses kisses to your nose, your jaw, and your temple, squealing with delight each time you squirm. âYou lost the game, y/n. This is your penalty!â Changbin declares, giggling.
Youâre left breathless and beaming, surrounded by the two of them, your faces flushed and your hearts full. The three of you stay tangled in the pillows, basking in the warmth of the moment, the world narrowed to soft laughter, sweet kisses, and the feeling of being completely adored.
omg plsssssss do you have any recs for poly skz im also going through it and need more
hi baby i have a couple !! make sure to give all these blogs so much love and read their rules before interacting âĄ
@leislibrary ââ question (smau) text from your ex (smau) the polycule problem (written) hangover (smau)
genuinely some of the cutest works i've ever read. i've only linked a couple, but her whole masterlist is like a gold mine i'm srsly not exaggerating .. like i will read these with the biggest smile on my face
@hwanghhjinie ââ before it's too late (written) always nine (written) amidst the chaos (written)
i linked some of my personal favs, but all her ot8 works are so heart-warming :( hurt/comfort will always be my go-to, and hers are very very soft !!
@sunmoonjune ââ if i call your name, will you answer? (written)
my favorite period comfort fic of all time. actually i read her 'raspberry leaves', which was a jjk vers, before i got into skz, so finding out that there was a skz vers felt like a blessing from the gods tbh. i digress but this work genuinely has a very special place in my heart
@pineapple-burgah ââ we love you (smau)
so cute. no words. i love how silly they can be but then immediately lock in when it comes to their girl !! so like my turn when
@joyracha ââ fanmeet crashout
absolutely adorable. nod nod. nah but if i had 8 hot asf boyfies my crashout would've been worse than hers for i am not god's strongest soldier ><
@sereia4skz ââ wait?! what!
i kid you not i read this while giggling and kicking my feet !! skksksksk ugh. so sweet
@lieslab ââ masterlist
i cannot pick a favorite. i tried i really did i sat there and scrolled through her masterlists and TRIED to pick just a couple but the. entire. masterlist. is like. so many of my favorite works. i have 100% cried like a baby over some of them, but good tears !! always good tears !! these fics always make me feel so seen, but remember to read the content warnings beforehand
there's so many more good ones out there, i just listed the ones that came first to my head !! thank you to these blogs for their service & again, make sure to read their rules before interacting .. enjoy â¸(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )â¸âĄ
Warnings: pain, cramps, medicine/painkillers and a mention of taking more than the label on the bottle says, doctors, anxiety, health anxiety, hurt/comfort, angst, medical discussion, nausea, mentions of vomit, very severe period symptoms (seriously if you relate to this pls see a doctor if you can! This much pain is not normal!!), friends to lovers (not explicitly discussed tbh but they all love each other already), reader is older than Jeongin but age is not otherwise mentioned, polyamory (mxm and fxm), mentions of burning oneself, cursing, implied!vampire/hybrid!skz (itâs barely touched on honestly, but maybe one day Iâll build on it xD), soulmate!skz (Iâm incapable of writing non soulmate stories ig), (this is more of a ramble than a coherent piece of literature, so be warned)
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Summary: plagued by terrible, ER-trip-worthy period symptoms, you schedule a nerve-wracking doctorâs appointment that takes months to arrive, and Chan, your best friend of many years, promises to take you because he knows youâre feeling anxious about it all. Morning of said appointment, however, he bails, leaving you wrecked with pain and nausea, and anxious beyond belief. Who will you call to help you now?Â
a/n: hello! welcome to raspberry leaves pt. 2! Long time no see I guess? Sorry for disappearing, life got a little crazy :O Iâll update you all soon on me and LTM book progress I promise! I just had this sitting in my drafts for a year or two and finally decided to post it even though itâs had no edits for a while xD sorry if itâs incoherent lol it's mostly just a very long ramble :DD
âHey, baby, Iâm really sorry but Iâm not going to be able to make it to your appointment today,â Chan starts the voicemail with a somber voice. âSomething came up this morning and I have to take care of it before the kids get back.â The kids, as in, the other boys. âI know you were worried about it, so Iâm really sorry I wonât be there for you, angel. I hope everything goes well and you get some answers, okay? Call me when you get back home. I love you, bye.âÂ
The dial sound that cuts off his voicemail makes your stomach sick. Fuck. Chan was right, you have been very anxious about the doctorâs appointment today. Itâs probably the seventh time youâve been into the office in the past two months, yet you still have no answers to your long list of problems. Chan knows this. You told him so. But youâre not so certain he knows to what degree this problem has been making you worry.Â
The week of your period was always a struggle. When you were young, it was just the cramps. You could handle cramps, especially with the convenience of painkillers, a hot water bottle, and the lovely invention of raspberry leaf tea. But then it started to get worse. And worse. And now you dread the three-week long endeavor entirely. With the symptoms you get before your cycle to the week after? It was hell. Hours upon hours of cramps that throb so deeply that no painkiller could save you, nausea that sends you weeping into the toilet seat, hot sweats, chills, mood swings, bloating⌠You truly could not win, could you?
And no doctor was yet to give you any answers.Â
At first, you were furious. You went in and out of the office, calling specialists and waiting weeks for appointments. Indignation burned beneath your skin and frustration swelled in your stomach. Why was no one willing to help you? It was always âcall us back if it gets worse,â or âhave you tried ibuprofen?â As if you didnât spend twenty minutes telling them that âyes, it has gotten worse, thatâs why Iâm here,â and âyes, I take too much and it worries me.âÂ
But now? Now, you were just tired.Â
Tired and in so much pain, you can do nothing but lay there on the tile bathroom floor, clutch the rim of the porcelain toilet seat, and hope you donât vomit last nightâs dinner. At least, by any standards, youâre grateful the cramps havenât started yet. Thereâs just the pressure in your pelvis, the bloating, the headache, the fatigue, and the rest of it.Â
At least you could still make your appointment. Hopefully.Â
But now Chan isnât going to be with you.Â
To pile on top of your uncertain ability to drive in this state, youâre more anxious than you have been in days. The notion of Chan being there with you was a balm on your nerves, and you could at least soothe the ache in your stomach with the thought of him being there with you. His presence was one of the very few who could sate your endless anxiety with a comforting squeeze and a few murmured words to rock you to sleep. Heâs your best friend. Well, technically, you have eight best friends, but something about Bang Chan has always been a blanket to your endlessly cold thoughts. Something about him made your heartbeat slow and your stomach settle and your chest stop aching andâ
And heâs not going to be there this time.Â
It makes another wave of bile swell in your tummy. You hate being nauseous. It spikes your anxiety like no other. A bead of sweat drips down your forehead from the flash of heat striking through your chest, and you finally choke on a silent sob as the weight of it all crashes over you. You feel weak and pathetic and tired and youâre tired of being tired andâ
You cut that thought off. Complaining is doing you no good.Â
Wiping your tears and the disgusting drip of snot from your nose, you fumble for your phone in your pocket. You donât want to be alone. Not for this. Thumbing the screen, you open the keypad and dial the first number you can think of.Â
It barely has the chance to ring before he picks up.Â
âBunny? Whatâs up? I thought you had a doctorâs appointment soon?â
Changbin: the only man who could ever get away with calling you âbunny.â
You sniffle weakly at the sound of his voice and sigh. âBinnie.âÂ
Somehow, whether itâs the sound of your snuffle or the tremble of your voice, he knows something is wrong.Â
âBaby? Whatâs wrong? Are you okay?âÂ
His voice drops to that low murmur he only does when heâs serious, and you hear the dull sound of something being dropped to the floor as keys jingle in the background. A voice calls out, and guilt rolls through you. Another heavy sigh trembles through your chest as you try to hold back tears.Â
ââM okay, Binnieââ An obvious lie. âI justâAre you busy right now?âÂ
The keys jingle again. âNever too busy for you.âÂ
You almost smile.Â
âCan you drive me to my appointment?â The words come out choked and breathy like they cannot resist being said. Yes, Chan may be a balm on your nerves, but Changbin is the wind beneath your wingsâthe current keeping you afloat. âPlease. I was going to take myself, but Iâm just so nauseous and sick and Iâm worried about driving like this and I wonât be able to get another appointment for months if I cancelââ
âWoah, slow down, bunny, itâs alright.â You exhale through another wave of sickness. âI thought Chan was going to take you?â
You hum a vague sound of disagreement. âBusy. He left me a voicemail.â
Someone curses in the background, but you canât tell who it is.Â
âIâll be there in twenty minutes. Iâve gotta drop Lino off at the house and Iâll be right there, okay? Take a deep breath, baby. Itâs gonna be alright.âÂ
You shake your head before realizing you have to open your mouth if you want Changbin to understand you. âIâm sorry I interrupted you, Binnie. Are you and Minho at the gym?âÂ
âHey, donât worry about it, sweetheart.â Minhoâs there. His soft voice makes the ache in your chest dampen. Pressing your sweaty forehead into your hands, you sigh and groan through another wave of sickness and pant weakly. Minho murmurs something you canât hearâperhaps meant only for Changbinâthen his dulcet voice meets your ears again. âHereâs whatâs gonna happen. Youâre going to find the strength to get into the bathânot the shower. Please donât try that without one of us around. If you fall we wonât be there to help.â
âMinââ
âSweetheart.â He matches your tone firmly. âPlease, the warm water will help, I promise. By the time youâre done, Bin and I will be there and weâll take you to your appointment, okay? Eleven oâclock, right? Weâll get it all sorted out for you.âÂ
He sounds so sure of himself that you almost feel better. Maybe you needed thatâsomeone to take the reins for a minute. Youâre so stubborn, you know? Always taking care of others but never stopping to let yourself be taken care of.Â
With a gentle sigh and a nod of determination, you exhale a confirmation, âOkay, Min. Thank you.âÂ
âAlways. Weâll be there in twenty, okay? Donât worry.âÂ
Minho jumps out of the car before Changbin even has a chance to put it in park.Â
âSweetheart,â he murmurs as he takes long strides to meet you at the door. The tote bag slung over your shoulder with all your necessities is taken from you before you can open your mouth. Wrapping a casual arm around your waist, he drops a tender peck to your forehead. âHow are you feeling? Any better?âÂ
âYeah. The bath helped a little. Iâm not so nauseous now,â you hum quietly, thoroughly exhausted, and nod your head. Itâs not unusual for them to be so casually intimate with you; youâve been friends for years, and lord knows they donât spare physical affection amongst each other. The kissing, on the other hand, is a little new for Minho.Â
âHmm, Iâm glad. You smell good too. You use that vanilla cinnamon lotion Lixie bought you?â
 A vague, tired nod is all Minho gets in answer, but it makes him smile. Rubbing your hip gently with a firm palm, he hums and pecks your forehead again.
âAlright, câmon, sweetheart. Letâs get going, weâve got a bit of a drive, right?âÂ
You bite your lip to stop the flush from taking over your face. Minho opens the passenger side door for you just as you reach for the backseat. Shaking his head while you protest, he ushers you into what was once his seat, and then he slides into the back.Â
âHey, bunny,â Changbin greets as you drop into the seat. Heâs already reaching over you for your seatbelt, clicking it into place as you open your mouth to respond.Â
âYou donât have to do that, Bin.âÂ
Dark, messy curls fall into Changbinâs eyes when he shakes his head and smiles. You love his natural, curly hair. âOf course I do. We love you, you know?âÂ
You ignore the tumble in your stomach in favor of squeezing his arm. He offers you another sweet, dimpled smile, before he turns back to the road, ready to drive. You try not to stare when his bicep flexes as he tosses it behind your head to reverse out of your driveway.Â
âMeds are in the bag by your feet if you havenât taken them yet. Thereâs some of those ginger crackers in there too if youâre able to eat anything. Put the heat pack on your stomach, drink some water, and relax, okay? Weâll take care of everything else.âÂ
Low and behold, in the bag at the foot of the passenger seat, thereâs a pill case with each of the emergency medicines you use, a set of heat packs, one of Binnieâs hoodies, and a bottle of your favorite electrolytes. When you dig around in the bag, you even find the weighted chick plush Felix bought you last year. They keep it at their dorms, and you often find yourself using it when you spend the night at their place for dinner or movies. You brush your fingertips over it with a soft, heart-squeezing sigh.Â
âChangbinââ
Without looking at you, Changbin drops his right hand into your lap and squeezes your thigh. You stare at his fingers as they grip the meat of your inner thigh, trying desperately not to let the heat beneath your skin show on your face. Now, that is a tumble in your stomach you cannot ignore.Â
âYou donât have to say anything, bun. Just rest. Try not to think about your appointment in the meantime, alright? Your kindle is somewhere in that bag too if you need a distraction. You left it at our place last week.âÂ
âI think Jinnie stole it,â Minho confides from the backseat. âI caught him reading it this morning.âÂ
You make a disgruntled sound in the back of your throat and smile. âReally? Iâve been looking for this all week. That bastard.âÂ
A chuckle from the backseat makes the buzzing beneath your skin finally settle. Despite all their rambunctiousness and their chaos, Minho and Changbin are arguably two of the most dependable members of your friend group. Youâre more than grateful theyâre with you now. If Chan couldnât be with youâŚ
You push that thought away. It doesnât matter what Chan would have done. Heâs not there.Â
You canât stop picking at your cuticles. Itâs a nasty habit that Seungmin has been trying to make you break for years. On your left hand, your thumb is already sore and the other nails have not been spared. When you pull into the lot of your doctorâs office, there are no empty spots open out front. Changbin comes to a stop by the entrance and glances into the backseat, making silent eye contact with Minho. They exchange looks quickly, then Minho is unclicking his seatbelt to get out.Â
âOh, Minho, you donât have toââ
âCâmon, sweetheart, letâs get you checked in.â Opening the door for you, he holds out his hand and offers you a gentle smile. You gnaw on your bottom lip to stop the grin from spreading across your face.Â
âOkay.âÂ
Minho leads you into the office, your bag on his shoulder, and his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the back of your hand. You speak to the man at the front desk and find a seat in the waiting room in the meantime. In the sterile, wallpapered office, the anxiety returns tenfold, and Minho is quick to set his opposite hand on your bouncing knee.Â
âHey,â he whispers, leaning close and rubbing another circle over your leg. âDonât pick. Here.â
He offers his palm, face up, and allows you to twist the rings on his fingers back and forth in place of your nervous scratching. In the quiet of the waiting room, he murmurs quiet conversation to you, not expecting you to answer. Heâs so patient, you have half a mind to thank him just for sitting with you.Â
Then a nurse opens the door, calling your full name.Â
You perk up, hand unconsciously seizing around Minhoâs as you stand. âThatâs me.âÂ
âWeâre all ready for you to head on back! Oh, I see you came with someone today. Would you like your boyfriend to sit in with you?âÂ
The fire beneath your skin ignites, and you bashfully begin to correct the nurse when Minho coughs. Turning back to him with nervous eyes, you watch the corner of his mouth quirk up gently into a soft smile. He meets your gaze with his sweet, dark eyes that shine too much like boba pearls. Your heart stutters.Â
âDo you want me there with you, sweetheart?âÂ
He doesn't correct the nurse. Maybe thatâs just because they probably wouldnât allow him in the room if he wasnât your partner, but a tiny part of you hopes itâs for another reason. Maybe thatâs selfish considering the feelings you harbor for his friends. But thatâs a problem for another time.Â
âAre you comfortable with that?â you find the courage to tease. âThereâs going to be a lot of talk about periods and cramps andââ
âMy masculinity isnât going to take a hit if I hear you talk a little bit about blood, love.â The corners of his mouth stretch into a smirk as he rests one hand onto your hip. âIâll be damned if my best friend canât talk about her debilitating medical symptoms in front of me without me whining like a teenage boy hearing the word cuââ
âOkay!â you cut him off. âIâm gonna stop you right there. You definitely learned that one from Felix.âÂ
Minho chuckles in that low, smooth voice that makes your pulse sigh his name. Squeezing your hand sweetly, he looks up at you like a curious kitten. âItâs up to you, bub. Do you want me there?âÂ
The mood dampens with the weight of your nerves returning tenfold with the prospect of being in that sterile, white-walled room alone. You glance once at the nurse who gives you an encouraging smile, then you lick your lips, squeeze his hand tightly, and nod. âYes please. If youâre comfortable with that, Iâd really like it if you were there with me.âÂ
Minho smiles. âI wouldnât want to be anywhere else.âÂ
Thereâs so much information but still no answers.Â
Youâre overwhelmed and anxious and disappointed and frankly, just so damn tired. You are walking out of that doctorâs office with the same amount of answers as when you walked in.Â
Minho says nothing to Changbin when he holds the door open for you as you leave. They both exchange a look as Minho escorts you back to the car, and Changbin is too emotionally intelligent to bother you when you donât want to talk. Instead of stepping into the passenger seat, Minho opens the door to the backseat and helps you settle in. Then he steps around the car to slide into the other side, buckling himself in beside you and leaving the passenger seat empty. Changbin says nothing. He just passes your bag to Minho and starts the car after offering a gentle rub of your leg and a comforting smile.Â
The cramps start on the ride home.Â
You can feel the twinge in your lower belly, beginning to radiate down your legs. Before you can dig around in your bag, Minho is uncapping the bottle of your painkillers and fishing out three. Without looking up, he deposits them in your hand, uncaps your water bottle, and drops a packet of ginger cookies in your lap.Â
âEat,â he murmurs beneath his breath sternly, and you know he means business. Lee Minho does not play when it comes to your health. âYou canât take these without food.âÂ
You nod, saying nothing, and begin to idly chew on the cookies while Minho messes around in your bag. As he gets things organized, you finish your food and take a full swig of water as you swallow the painkillers. How he knew you needed three rather than the usual two is beyond you, but youâre not going to ask. Putting a name to that intrinsic feeling between the nine of you will never be able to encompass all that is your bond to each other. Minho watches you with an arched brow, making sure you drink more than just a sip of your water.Â
He takes too good care of you; itâs almost annoying.Â
âMinââÂ
âYou donât have to say anything, sweetheart.âÂ
âI know.â You drop your head, staring at the chipped paint on your nails and exhaling deeply. Fidgeting your thumbs, you finally look back up at him and swallow. âThank you, though. For coming in with me. And picking me up. And everything else. You too, Binnie.âÂ
Changbin casts a glance in the rearview mirror, offering a gentle smile before he turns back to the road.Â
âOf course, baby. You donât have to thank us.âÂ
You shake your head, frowning as another cramp takes hold, and lean into Minhoâs side to quell your heartache. âI do. Youâre too kind to me. Both of you.âÂ
The expression on Minhoâs face falters. For a second, he looks pained, then he reaches for you and tucks you into his side. The seat belt digs into your side but he slides it out of the way so you can comfortably fit beside him. Your heartbeat kicks up a notch as he brushes his hand over your waist, but you canât find the energy to be flustered. Youâre just too tired. Eyes beginning to sag, you lay your head onto his shoulder and allow him to tuck your blanket around you.
âNo, sweetheart.â Minho shakes his head. His voice drops, as if he doesn't intend for you to hear the next part. âItâs not that. You just deserve so much more than youâre given.âÂ
You fall asleep with Changbin and Minho quietly watching over you, as they always will.Â
You wake with thankfully duller cramps. The roar of the car engine still hums in your ears, so you assume youâre still a ways from home. Beneath your cheek, Minho smells of bergamot and cedar. Too tired to pry open your fatigued eyelids, you sag further into Minhoâs side and continue to fitfully fall back asleep. If itâs any comfort for the pain, youâd prefer to rest. You feel Minhoâs arm tighten around you, as though trying to gently coax you back to sleep as you fidget. You almost succumb to the gentle rubbing of his thumb on your hip.Â
Then the quiet voices bring you back to the waking world.
âDid they say anything? Did she get any answers?âÂ
 A sigh of frustration echoes from beside you. âNo. They gave her a long list of things it could be and a referral for an ultrasound, but didnât give her anything to help today.â
Hyunjin makes a muffled sound into the receiver. âYou sound pissed, hyung.âÂ
âI am. They were so dismissive of her concerns, even when I was sitting right there to back her up. I mean, she called us in tears this morning, Hyunjin. Tears. She could barely find the strength to get into the bath and they just brushed her off like it was any other day.â
You remember that. It was obvious that Minho had grown increasingly frustrated through your appointment. At one point, his jaw clenched so tightly, you worried he would crack teeth. You appreciated having him there though. Truly. He advocated for you even when he didnât have to.Â
âSeriously? The doctor did that?â Thatâs Felix. You would know the lull of his deep voice anywhere.
âI mean, I think the exact words she used were âIt could be any number of things, but weâll need more time to diagnose those than we have today. Take some ibuprofen, use a hot compress, and call us back to schedule another appointment.â I could have strangled her, Felix. You should have seen our girlâs face.âÂ
Our girl. Their girl.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
Minho makes another sound, something that sounds dejected and mournful. âI mean, the way she looked. She was just⌠She was so tired and it looked like she was trying so hard not to cry.âÂ
Itâs quiet for a long time, as if neither Felix nor Hyunjin know what to say. Then itâs Jisung, quiet and solemn, who whispers, âIs she okay? Right now, I mean?â
Minho exhales and you hear rustling and feel the blanket being tugged higher up your lap. Unbeknownst to you, Changbin glances in the rearview mirror, watching as Minhoâs eyes soften sweetly as he retucks the blanket around you and brushes a strand of hair from your face. A barely-there smile tugs at his lips.Â
âI donât think so, Ji.â Thereâs a resounding echo of silence. âShe was really overwhelmed when we got in the car, and then her cramps started a few minutes later. I tried to get her to sleep a little, but I donât know if itâs helping.âÂ
Changbin tightens his grip on the steering wheel. âWeâre bringing her back to the dorms.âÂ
âAre you sure? She doesnât usually like company on the first few days of her period,â Hyunjin murmurs into the phone. His voice comes out a little different through the device, but itâs undeniably Hyunjin.Â
âI know.â Minho swallows and glances back down at you, but you cannot see him. âMaybe Iâm being too selfish, but I canât bear knowing that sheâs in this much pain alone.âÂ
Your heart swells.Â
Inhaling another fragrant wave of Minhoâs cologne, you bury your nose in his shirt and find the courage to cling to him. Your efforts are reciprocated quickly, as Minho shifts in his seat to allow you the space to nearly crawl halfway into his lap. You wonder if he knows youâre awake now. Perhaps he does, because his hand drops lower to rub sweet circles across your abdomen, right where the worst of the throbbing is.Â
âIs Chan back?âÂ
The younger members hesitate. A crackle is heard over the phone. Jisungâs voice drops. âNo. He left really early this morning. We havenât seen him since.âÂ
You donât see the way Minhoâs jaw grinds.Â
âCan someone please call and try to get him home?âÂ
âWhat? Why?â
Minhoâs hand rubs another soft circle across your stomach. He blinks down at you, curled up too small in his lap. On any other occasion, this would be cute; you look awfully cat-like sprawled across him like this. But the way your features are curled up in pain and the way you squirm as another wave of cramps rolls all the way down your thighs⌠He just wants you better. And only Chan knows how to do that.Â
âShe needs him. Tell him itâs an emergency or something. Tell him you set the dorms on fire, for all I care. Just get him home.â
Hyunjin scoffs, as if personally insulted. Maybe he is. Heâs always been acutely attuned to you. When youâre mad, heâs mad. When youâre happy, heâs happy. And right now, he must feel every bit of indignation you have for the eldest. âReally? He ditched her this morning, Minho. Do you really think she wants to see him right now?âÂ
Minho is quiet when he answers, âHeâs the best at comforting her the way she needs.âÂ
âWe canââ
âHyunjin, please. Itâs going to get worse and you know sheâs going to want him.âÂ
He falters.Â
âFor her, Jinnie.â
You think you might hear his heart crack.Â
âYeah, okay,â Hyunjin relents. âIâll call him. For her.âÂ
You didnât realize they cared about you this much. You didnât know they knew all these things about you.Â
You love them so much.Â
Changbin must have carried you in from the car because you wake up in one of the beds in their dorms. You can tell itâs Seungminâs from the rich scent of his sheets. You bury your nose into his pillowcase and sink into the familiarity of him. He must have let you sleep here knowing no one would bother you in his room. A dull wave of agony squeezes the bottom of your stomach tight. You exhale sharply and roll over to face the fading sunlight coming in from the half-closed curtains.Â
âHey, sweet girl,â comes the soft mumble from the doorway. âFeeling any better?â
âHi, Minnie.âÂ
You donât look up at him when you say it. Buried in his dark blue sheets and voice muffled into the pillowcase, you grumble without turning to him. He lets out a soft chuckle and covers his mouth with his palm. âYou still sound sleepy, pretty baby. How are your cramps?â
Finally pulling your face from the bed, you turn over your shoulder to look at Seungmin with hot cheeks. He calls you that a lot: pretty baby. It never fails to make your stomach flip, even with the full, agonizing cramping sensation. The tall boy is leaning against the doorframe, a plate in his hands and a steaming mug in the other. When he steps into the room, he sets the mug down onto a coaster on his bedside table and lifts one leg to sit on his bed. The plate sits in his lap as Seungmin reaches forward to brush a messy strand of hair behind your ear. You look a little ruffled, having just woken up, but Seungmin thinks itâs cute. Messy hair, sleepy eyes, a pout on your lips⌠What he would give to kiss that look off your face.Â
ââS okay,â you grumble tiredly. âSix out of ten right now, I think.â
He tries not to wince. How a six out of ten on the pain scale is okay, will never make sense to him. Someoneâperferably a medical professionalâtruly needs to start taking your pain seriously. Seungmin hums, still focused on the sleepy look on your face. With a sweet smile, he licks his lips and glances down at the food in his lap. âI brought you some snacks before dinner. Tea is on the table and you can take some more meds now too. Theyâre in the bedside drawer. Can I refill your hot water bottle for you?â
You take a glance at your stomach, noting your favorite hot pad resting over your belly. Oh, you hadnât noticed that. Itâs probably Felixâs doing. He keeps it in his room for you.Â
âYes please.âÂ
âOkay, baby.â He leans down, rubbing a sweet hand over your cheek before dropping a tender kiss to your brow. âEat something, please? Just enough to take your painkillers. Iâll be back in a minute.âÂ
He takes the hot water bottle, fixes you with a knowing look, and disappears back down the hallway. In the time it takes for you to finally lift the toast to your mouth, Jeongin and Hyunjin are in the doorway. You donât get the chance to say anything before Hyunjin is crawling into the bed beside you, wiggling beneath the sheets and laying his head in your lap. Heâs careful not to rest too much of his weight there, but he does rub his fingers soothingly across the faint burn marks of your abdomen where the hot pad was just resting.Â
âThese are getting worse, baby love.â Hyunjin can tell. His forefinger hooks in the bottom of your shirt, lifting just enough so he can see your belly button. You ignore the flutter of your heart with a sigh. This kind of casual intimacy is normal for Hyunjin. The pad of his finger brushes over a particularly angry one, flushed with the heat that once rested against it. Heâd known you before you had those scars, and heâs tracked their growthâworried that doctors werenât taking you seriously when you went in with literal burn scars on your stomach from how boiling your hot water bottle was. You always said it felt better than the cramps themselves, but the notion that you preferred burning yourself against the sensation of your cramps was not lost on him. âCan I massage you a little? Or are you sensitive today?âÂ
Chewing slowly, you hum and nod. Swallowing the bite of your toast, you whisper, âJust a little. Everything is swollen and achy today.âÂ
âIâm sorry, lovely.â Hyunjin drops his chin to kiss beneath your belly button and rubs his thumb over the puffy, bloated bump of your stomach. If it were anyone else, perhaps you would have been insecure about that. Truly, in the past, it was an insecurity of yoursâthe pudge of your stomach. But youâve known the eight of them so long that youâve fallen in love with those parts of yourselfâthe ones you thought you hated. They made you love those pieces of yourself. Because you werenât a thing to be loved in fragments. Youâre a blessing to be worshipped and adored as a whole or not at all. Â
âIâll be careful,â Hyunjin murmurs as he kisses your belly once more. Then his palm is resting against your hip and his other hand is gently swirling careful circles across your abdomen, feeling the swollen pieces inside of you as they cry for relief. When his thumb skates along the bottom of your belly, he makes a sad sound, almost like your pain is his own. âOh, baby love, this feels so swollen. Iâm so sorry, honey. Is there anything we can do?âÂ
You sigh through your nose as your eyes flutter shut, trying to savor the softness of his hands and the pads of his long fingers. The hormones rushing through you in waves force a wave of salt to swell behind your eyes, forming tears quicker than you can blink.Â
âNo.âÂ
It comes quiet and broken, the confession. Thereâs nothing they can do.Â
And though they already knew the answer, it still sends a blow to the heart.Â
Jeongin drops onto the bed at your other side, silent but watching over you like he doesnât know what to do. And he probably doesnât. The others have taken care of everything already, so there isnât much for Jeongin to do in terms of finding ways to take care of you.Â
But that somehow makes him feel worse.Â
Because that means thereâs nothing for him to do but sit there and watch you suffer.Â
âNoona.â His voice cracks, and Jeongin winces. He tries to say something else but nothing comes out, and when you blink your eyes open tiredly, the look on his face is heart-wrenching.Â
âInnieâŚâÂ
Jeonginâs mouth is curled into a frown that wrinkles his pretty features and his eyes are swimming with tears. The dark, near-black color of his irises swell with the weight of his empathy, and you swear you can feel his aching heart within your own chest.Â
âAre you sure thereâs nothing else we can do?âÂ
Long fingers pull worriedly at the blanket tucked beneath your hips, and you blink sleepily as Jeongin rocks closer to you. Heâs not as physically affectionate as the others, but during a select few moments, you can catch him craving touch just like any of the boys. Like right now, when heâs practically pawing at your side for a sliver of your attention.Â
With a tiny smile, you open one arm out to the side and beckon him into your opposite side. âYou can stay. That will help more than anything, Innie.âÂ
âOkay,â he sighs swiftly, âI can do that. We can stay.âÂ
âThank you.âÂ
Jeongin tucks in your soft blankets around you and dismisses your outstretched arm in favor of curling onto his side so he can pull you against him. Hyunjin makes himself comfortable in the space between your open legs, still peppering kisses and smooth, tender rubs across your abdomen like he can massage the ache away. Between them your heart swells like a balloon, and you swear any more affection from them will make it pop.Â
âAlways, baby. Weâll be here as long as you need.â
And thatâs just the thing, isnât it? Because youâll always need them.Â
But thatâs okay.Â
Because theyâll always need you too.Â
âAny chance you didnât heat that up as much as she likes?âÂ
âNo shot,â comes Seungminâs muffled answer. âYou know she likes it like this, and Iâm not going to take away her only comfort right now.âÂ
A heavy sigh.Â
âI know.â Someone brushes their hand along the curve of your jaw and you sigh as you lean into it exhaustedly. âItâs just⌠itâs burning her, you know?â
âI know, Lixie.âÂ
Another weight sigh and a tired hum.Â
âI wish there was something else I could do. I hate that this is the only thing that helps.â
âYeah, baby, me too.â A quiet smack sounds, and you can only assume that Seungmin has kissed Felix on the head. âKeep your hand there in between her and the hot pad while sheâs sleeping if you want. Or the blanket if it gets too warm for you. She hopefully shouldnât need it as much when sheâs asleep.âÂ
âHmm.âÂ
A weight is dropped onto your lower belly, pleasantly warm and steady. Just after, a hand is cupping the bottom of your stomach between you and the hot water bottle, and despite the pain and swelling riddling you, the warmth of Felixâs hand is somehow even better than any heating pad.Â
âAny word on Chan?âÂ
âOn his way back.â Seungmin grunts the words beneath his breath like theyâve personally offended him.Â
âDonât give him too much shit, Minnie. He wanted to be here, you know that.âÂ
A scoff.Â
âBut he wasnât.âÂ
Felix exhales through his nose and funnels his attention into steadily rubbing the skin of your stomach to soothe you when you stir.Â
âYeah. He wasnât. But you and I both know he couldnât get out of that. The council needed him.âÂ
A gruff growl builds in Seungminâs throatâa sound youâve never heard him make. âYeah, well, so did she.âÂ
Yeah. You did.Â
The next time you wake, youâre alone in Seungminâs bedâa strange occurrence, if youâre entirely honest. Youâre not often left entirely on your own when youâre over at their dorms, especially when youâre in pain.Â
And, fuck, are you in pain.Â
The cramps have returned. Tenfold. The ache has transformed into a striking, burning, and sizzling sensation that tightens like a knot in your lower abdomen. Itâs like the cord is being tugged at both ends, cinching the knot ever tighter and tighter until it feels like something within you is going to pop from all the pressure. The sheer agony spreads from your belly to your thighs and into the small of your back, and tears immediately spring to your eyes without another second to think. Your legs clench tight like springs ready to snap, and you keen off the bed as another wave of crippling agony sends you off the bed and stumbling into the bathroom like a mad woman. Muscles weak and head woozy, you nearly crumple twice on your mission to the toilet, and by the time you drop beside the toilet, still clutching your hot pad like a lifeline, youâve already dissolved into sobs.Â
You donât know how long itâs been since youâve had any pain killers, but if youâre entirely honest, you know they wonât help. These kinds of crampsâthese sharp, crippling ones that rank a nine out of ten on your pain skill (maybe even a ten if you werenât so stubborn to admit it)âcannot be soothed by any amount of medicine. Youâve tried that. Youâve tried everything. Youâve done everything the doctors suggested. Youâve done everything the internet suggested. You tried the vitamins and the supplements and exercise and managing stress and all the other bullshit pain mitigation strategies the people on the internet tell you.Â
But there is no comfort to you right now, sitting on the bathroom floor, weeping, and clutching your hot water bottle to the agony in your belly like it will save you.Â
It wonât.Â
You know it wonât.
But thereâs nothing else to do.Â
Nothing to do but weep.Â
So you do.Â
You donât know how long you sit there.Â
You didnât bring your phone, and thereâs no telling any kind of semblance of time when youâre this delirious. Youâve dry heaved into the toilet thrice now, and the pain has only escalatedâa feat you didnât think possible. Youâve gone from weeping to muffling the spine-trembling sobs into your palm in an effort not to wake the boys. You donât want comfort right now. Wait noâmaybe thatâs a lie. Maybe you do.Â
You donât know. Itâs so hard to think right now.Â
The pain is making you woozy.Â
Choking on a wave of nausea and another crippling bolt of agony in the deepest pit of your abdomen, you cough on a violent sob and sag against the wall of the bathroom. The pain is getting worse. How could it possibly get any worse? It was already a nine out of ten. How was there any room left on the scale to climb?Â
Then, just at the pinnacle of the worst of it, you hear him.
âBaby?âÂ
The door to Seungminâs room cracks open. A shuffle of feet sounds, but youâre barely listening.Â
âBabygirl, are you in here?âÂ
Chan.Â
Chan is home.Â
He calls your name with that voice you love so muchâthe steady timber that ripples with the weight of his adoration. You love his voice. You love his laugh. Fuck, you wish the sound of his laugh could soothe your agony right now. But you canât answer him. Maybe you donât want to. Maybe youâre still mad at him for this morning. Or maybe you just canât. The pain is just too much. The words wonât build on your tongue. Theyâre right there, waiting in the back of your throat, but there is no strength left in your body to push them forward.Â
So you do nothing.Â
You sit there, weeping through another wave of agony and praying to anyone that will listen, that the pain will stop soon. Stop, you beg silently. Stop, just please stop. Iâll do anything. Â
âBaby?âÂ
Chanâs voice changes. The lull of his almost guilt-ridden tone warps to something quieter. Something worried. The thumping of feet enter the carpeted bedroom, and the door swings open against the wall softly.Â
âBaby?â
He almost exclaims it, despite his voice not raising above a frantic whisper. Chan never shouts. Not at you. Not at his members. He doesnât need to raise his voice to get his point across. A silent, frantic realization must reach Chan then, because thereâs muffled footsteps headed for the bathroom door, and you have the semblance to thank yourself for remembering to lock it. A dull knock sounds in the ensuite bathroom, but you donât answer. You just sit back against the wall, sweat building at your brow and staining the fabric of your shirt. Trembling sickly, you clench your fists and try with all your might to loosen the muscles youâve locked lest you pass out. You feel disgusting. And pathetic. Fuck, you wish you would stop crying. Snot is dripping from your nose from the weight of your sobs and your hair is mussed in ten different directions from running your fingers through it and seizing the strands in your fists. You must look like a mess.Â
âLove, if youâre in there, please answer me.âÂ
Nothing.Â
âPlease, baby, Iâm worried about you. The boys told me what happened and I need to know youâre okay.âÂ
You exhale through your nose and try to unlock the permanent wince that has screwed your face into an expression of agony. You want to answer him. Truly you do. Thereâs nothing you want more. You donât care about him missing your appointment anymore. Well, maybe you do. Fuck, you canât think right now.Â
You just want him.Â
But you canât reach up to unlock the door. That would mean having to move, and it hurts so badly you think your jaw might crack from how tightly youâve locked it.Â
A muffled thump on the other side of the wooden door sounds and feet shuffle. Chan is resting his head against it. A heavy sigh follows.Â
âMy love,â he sighs softly, ignoring the rolling in his stomach. âCan you at least let me know youâre in there?âÂ
Chan rocks on his feet again, trying to abate the anxiety eating at the pit of his gut. He swallows once in an attempt to quell the lump in his throat, but it does nothing. He just got home a few minutes ago: ten to midnight. Yeah, he knows itâs late. He knows he should have been home sooner. Especially when you needed him. But what could he do? When the council calls, heâs expected to answer. The lives of his clan are at stake. So Bang Chan, leader of his abnormal coven, left you alone that morning. Like an absolute asshole. And now heâs come home to an empty room and a pit of worry in his stomach so deep he thinks itâs making a home in his gut.Â
And he can smell your pain.Â
Itâs coming in waves. Seungmin told him they left you to rest after they managed to feed you most of your dinner, give you a few more painkillers, and tucked you in his fresh sheets with Felix clinging to your side. Said abnormal vampire left the bed an hour ago when the smell of your agony finally overwhelmed his empathic powers. The innate sense of your pain made him hurt so terribly he had to leave.Â
Now Chan is here: in an empty room, hovering outside the bathroom door, and praying to whatever god cursed him with immortality to unlock the knob.Â
âBaby, please. You can be mad at me if you want. You can yell at me and scold me and shout, but I need to know youâre alright. Please tell me youâre alright.âÂ
You wouldnât do that. Sure, you can hold a grudge, but you try your best to communicate your issues before it comes to shouting. Youâre a work in progress, but isnât everyone?Â
As another wave of pain sears through you like a strike of lightning, and you choke on a loud sob. It escapes you this time in the form of a pained moanânot the right answer.Â
âFuck, angel? Baby, is that you?âÂ
âChrââ Your voice cracks, fading to nothing.Â
A thump against the door, frantic now.Â
âHoney?â
You sag against the wall, feeling both cold and all too hot at once.Â
âAnswer me, honey, please. I wonât come in unless you let me, but Iâm getting really concerned here, baby.âÂ
âChrisâŚâ
And thatâs when Chan knows everything is all wrong. You never call him Chris. Not unless somethingâs wrong.Â
âBabygirl? Sweetheart? Are you okay?âÂ
âNo,â you weep, sobbing into your clenched fist. âHurts so bad, Chris.âÂ
âOh, my girl, Iâm so sorry, honey. Iâm sorry it hurts,â Chanâs forehead thumps against the door again, and he clenches his fist around the door knob, wondering what you would do if he used a tiny semblance of his supernatural strength to break it open. Itâs an invasion of your privacy, he knows, but fuck, he needs to see you. He needs to know youâre going to be okay. âCan you open the door fâme, baby? I canât help you from here.â
âCanât help anyway,â comes your sighed admission.Â
âI can try.âÂ
You sigh and feel your eyelids flutter shut against your will. Head sagging back against the wall, you try to unlock your clenched legs, but itâs no use. Muttering echoes beyond the bathroom door, but you canât make it out. Thumping your head back, the room spins in and out of focus and your heart pulses an angry rhythm in your eardrums. You taste spit building on your tongue and your breath comes quicker.Â
âPlease let me tryâŚâ
Smacking your dry lips together, you ignore the taste of bile on your tongue and shake your head tiredly. You donât want him to see you. Not like this. Not gross and sweaty and weeping and pathetic.Â
You donât want him to pity you.Â
The room spins. You donât realize how long itâs been since you answered Chan.Â
âBaby, baby!âÂ
You barely hear him. Everything is kind of muted now. Itâs hard to tell if Chan is outside the door or if heâs three rooms over.Â
âMinho! Min, get in here! Now!â
Heavy footsteps thump throughout the house. A door hits the wall of the hallway and then another slams open.Â
âBaby, do not pass out.âÂ
The order is redundant. You already know. Youâve been trying not to for hours now.Â
âMinho!âÂ
The shouting comes again, frantic and bellowing. It echoes through the house like a crack of thunder. Chan is panicking.Â
And you take it back. Maybe Chan can shout. All it takes is the right circumstances.Â
âDo not pass out, baby.âÂ
You try not to. You try so hard not to. You just want the agony to end. You want it to stop so you can sleep. You just want to sleep.
âBaby, what can I do?âÂ
You shake your head, willing the tears dripping down your cheeks to stop. You hate this. You despise it. You want it to stop. The cramps, the hot-flashes, the sweat, the tears, the nauseaâall of it. You just want it to stop.Â
Chan strokes his hand across the frame of the door, feeling his heart clench horribly beneath his ribs. Itâs cryingâhis heart is. Itâs weeping for you, desperately wishing it could do something to stop this pain. In the next second, the door to Seungminâs bedroom slams against the wall, no concern for the drywall behind it, then Minho is standing there with Changbin at his back and Hyunjin to his side. They stand in the doorway, dark eyes almost glowing and hands splintering the wood from how tight heâs clutching it. He doesnât know what to do. His un-beating heart is cracking within its bony cage, yet Minho can do nothing.Â
âSweetheart?âÂ
Thatâs Minhoâs voice. Minho, the steady ground beneath your feet. Minho, the gravity binding you to the earth.Â
âMin?â
You donât know why you say it. You know itâs him.
âYeah, âS me, pretty girl. Binnieâs here too. And Hyunjin.â
âHmm.â
Minho exchanges a look with Chan, and a knowing bolt of worry strikes through their chests. Â
âWhy did you lock the door, baby love?âÂ
Hyunjin this time. No one else calls you that.Â
You shudder through a terrible cramp, but you think theyâre coming slower now. They donât paralyze you like the ones before. Exhaling through your nose and trying to relax, you hum, ââM gross, Jinnie. Donât want you to see me.â
âNow thatâs just bullshit.â
âBinâ!â
âYouâve never been gross in all the years weâve known you, bun,â Changbin continues, ignoring the interruption. âWeâve seen you sweaty and crying and when you had food poisoning last year and couldnât leave the bathroom floor for more then ten minutes. And youâve never been gross. Youâve always just been you.âÂ
Another wave of tears swells behind your eyes with a steady pressure. Youâre forced to cover your mouth to muffle the sound of your sobs. Heart aching in tandem with your abdomen, you shiver and crawl closer to the doorway to stare weakly up at the handle like itâs personally offended you.Â
âWhat can we do, my heart?â Hyunjin begs. âPlease donât suffer alone in there. We want to help, even if itâs just to hold your hand while you cry.â
Please donât make us listen to you cry, he doesnât finish. The sound of your muffled sobs is killing him. His enhanced hearing canât tune them out. He hears every single one, no matter how desperately you try to cover them with your palms. Please donât make us listen to you suffer.Â
What can they do?Â
How can they fix this?Â
âI was so scared, Channie.â The words come out muffled into your fist as they begin spilling off your tongue like water burst from a dam. âI needed you there with me. But I think I was too selfish. I shouldnât expect you to drop everything fâme, âm sorry.â
If his heart hurt before, Chan cannot describe the crack that just cleaved through it.Â
âNo, baby, no.â His voice comes out quick and desperate and raw with the weight of his own tears. âYou canâyou can depend on me, okay? I donât care if I have to drop everything important to be there for you, I want to always be there.â
âChanââ
But heâs rambling now, and he cannot be stopped.Â
âI want to take you to your doctorâs appointments and scold them for not taking your concerns seriously. I want to remind you to take your meds on time, and I want to watch you fall asleep in my car on the way home while the boys whisper in the backseat. I want to be there for you when youâre crying and in pain because it hurtsâit physically hurts to hear you like this, babygirl.â
You let out a weak sound that makes Chan sick.Â
âI want to hold your hand when youâre scared, and I want you to squeeze it as tight as you can when your cramps are too much. I want to wipe away your tears and let you stain my shirt when you cry. I want to clean the sweat from your brow even when you try to stop me because you think itâs gross. I want those things. I want to take care of you. I want you.âÂ
âThen why werenât you there?âÂ
It comes out muffled and quiet, as if you didnât mean to say it at all.Â
Squeezing his eyes shut, Chan swallows back the lump in his throat. He tries to say something, but all that comes out is a mournful sound.Â
âI know, Iâm sorry, baby girl. Iâm so sorry. I should have been there. I should have been.âÂ
Another sob rolls through you, heavy and gut-wrenching. Chan feels another crack of his heart splinter, and suddenly he cannot take it anymore.Â
âPlease open the door, my girl. Please.â His forehead thumps against the wood again like it will connect him to you. He feels someone lay a warm palm across his spineâprobably Changbinâheâs always there when Chan needs him. âPlease let me help, baby. Let me see you.â
You swallow back a swell of nausea and cling to the toilet seat, terrified that the second you move, youâll vomit. Thighs throbbing with the tremendous wave of agony in your belly, you let out a choked sound. You just want it to stop: the cramps, the nausea, the hot flashes, the agonyâyou want everything to stop. Why wonât it just stop?Â
He knocks his head against the door again and tightens his grip on the doorknob.Â
âBabyâŚâÂ
âChannieâŚâ
âOpen the door, my love. Shout at me, scold me, hate me, just let me in.â He swallows, trying to soothe the clenching of his heart. âIâll explain everything, just let me be there for you now.âÂ
You exhale, blinking away the salt in your eyes and clutching the hot pad to your stomach. Another cramp takes you hostage, seizing in your gut and radiating down your legs and into your back. Clenching your eyes shut, you muffle the weak sound that almost leaves you. Itâs all too much. Youâre in so much pain and youâre so tired and you canât even be mad at Chan anymore.Â
You just want him to hug you and tell you everythingâs going to be alright. Even if it isnât.Â
You just need him.Â
The lock clicks.Â
âSo youâre a vampire?âÂ
A muffled snort echoes above your head.Â
âNot quite.âÂ
Burying your head deeper into Chanâs chest, you palm the thick muscle above his heart and feel it beat under your hand. Still flesh and bone and all Chan. He smells just like he always hasâlike expensive cologne and something you can never quite replicate. And he feels like he always has too. Blood still pumps beneath his skin and his cheeks still flush when heâs shy. That couldnât be a vampiric quality, could it?
âThen what are you?â you breathe into his collarbone, smiling when he shivers. The cramps have slowed to a quiet null thanks to the pain killers from Jinnie and the tea from Felix. Seungmin reheated your bottle and placed it on your belly, but made you promise to let him sit there and make sure it isnât too warm against your skin. You donât care; youâre just happy he wants to cuddle.Â
âA hybrid, actually.âÂ
âHalf vampire, halfâŚ?â
âWerewolf.âÂ
You grin and Chan feels it against the skin of his throat.Â
âDonât say it.âÂ
You giggle quietly, feeling loopy from the lack of sleep now that the pain has tempered. âI wasnât going to.â
Chan pinches your hip. âYou were thinking about it.âÂ
âOh, so you can read my mind now? Is that one of your freaky supernatural powers too?âÂ
âNo, thatâs mine,â comes Seungminâs rebuttal, murmured into the space above your hip. You drop your hand into his dark hair and begin idly scratching at his scalp, listening to him purr. The sound vibrates into your lungs and you can feel it soothing the ache from within. You wonder if youâre just imagining that.Â
âOkay, so reading minds is a thing. Thatâs cool,â you feign, terribly nonchalant about the whole thing. âAnd the purring?âÂ
âAnyone part vamp can do that.âÂ
You knock your head back to blink up at Jisung, who deposits another fresh cup of raspberry leaf tea on the coaster on the side table. Before he leaves, he rubs his forefingers across your jaw and pulls your cheek towards him so he can kiss your temple.Â
âThanks, Sungie.âÂ
âOf course, baby.âÂ
âSo you were smelling that I was in pain this whole time?â You whisper tiredly. âThatâs how you always know what I need?âÂ
Minho snorts as he shakes his head. âNo, sweetheart, we just know you that well.â
âBut yes,â Hyunjin interrupts, âwe can sense that youâre in pain. But itâs not always a âsmellâ thing. Itâs justâŚâ
âA you thing.âÂ
You tilt your head back up to look at Chan. âWhat do you mean?â
âItâs just a you thing,â he reiterates. âWe know what youâre feeling and what you need because we innately react to you. Thereâs an intrinsic connection binding us together.âÂ
âOh. Thatâs cool.âÂ
Someone snorts.Â
Minho rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face is undeniable. âYou are something else, sweetheart.â
âYou know youâre awfully nonchalant about thisâŚâ Felix raises one eyebrow across the room as he snuggles Jeongin on the couch. âShould we be concerned, orâŚ?â
Shaking your head and burying your nose into Chanâs collarbone, you sigh with a smile. âNo, I think Iâm a little loopy, honestly. We might have to have this conversation again in the morning.âÂ
Chan chuckles, and you feel it reverberate through his chest where itâs pressed against yours. He drags his palm over your hip, petting softly as he kisses your brow again. Heâs been doing that since he managed to get you into his arms. They all have, really. The kisses have been shared quick and easily between the nine of you without any ceremonious discussion. It all sort of just⌠happened. Minho kisses Jisung on the corner of his mouth and no one says a word. Felix drops a peck to Jeonginâs temple and Hyunjin kisses Changbin directly on the mouth, but itâs not strange. It feels like it was always meant to be this way. Maybe it always was and you just hadnât noticed.Â
âOkay, baby,â Chan chuckles, stroking a hand down your spine. âWe can talk about this again in the morning.âÂ
âOkay,â you acquiesce, already halfway into dreamland. âLove you, Channie.âÂ
âI love you too, baby.â He kisses your nose and the bow of your mouth with a tenderness you cannot fathom deserving. âLetâs talk in the morning.â Â
âMhm.âÂ
You fumble for Seungminâs wrist with your eyes closed and tug his hand into your heart so you can keep him there. He puffs a breath of air through his nose silently and strokes his hand over your breastbone. Kissing the nape of your neck quickly, he murmurs his goodnight and listens to your thoughts as they trail into comfortable silence.Â
âWhat a soulmate we ended up with, hm?âÂ
Felix grins as your serenity casts a divine warmth into the marrow of his bones. âYou can say that twice.â
the council: make a choice, bang chan. us or the readâ
chan: reader.
the council: ...
the council: sorry, we didn't finish. us or the reâ
chan: reader.
a/n: hi! I'm alive!! I hope you guys enjoyed this ramble that isn't really my usual coherent fic, but it's kind of just a rant at this point about my own experience with periods and the health care industry :") it might be a little too much for some ppl or weird, but it was honestly kind of just a comfort thing for me so I wrote it anyway :D
also! had quite a few ppl calling the reader in raspberry leaves "dramatic" and saying I was making a "big deal" out of periods cause they aren't that bad, and I wanted to clarify that 1. not all cycles are the same! It's great that your symptoms don't bother you much! that's how it's supposed to be! but unfortunately, not all women's (or uterus having persons') bodies are the same, and to some of our great misfortunes, some of us have symptoms on our periods that are debilitating (like cannot move from the bed debilitating). this is not normal, and if you are experiencing this (or even just experiencing a life where you have to plan your time around your cycle bc of extreme symptoms), you should try to see a doctor. and take it from me, it will probably be super frustrating to get answers or even be heard out by some doctors, but it is not normal to be in this much pain, and you should speak to someone about it. Do not let people downplay your pain. also 2. this is fan fiction and I like to be dramatic, so sue me xD
anyway sorry for the rant. I hope you enjoyed! I'll be answering my messages soon so thank you guys for all the love <33
LOVE LETTER â 001: "You said to knock, but curiosity is a terrible thing to fight."
TEARS RUN DOWN MY THIGHS !
Or: Han jisung buys a new toy, decides to use said toy, but has no idea that his roommate will be coming home early which leads to.... problems.
Fic includes: nerd!sung, smut, sub!han, toy usage, overstim, fem!reader, dubcon (if you squint maybe..), subspace, swearing, han jisung is LOUD and rambly, oral (m receiving), reader helps jisung jerk off, usage of "baby," (directed at Jisung), mommy kink, roommates to lovers(?)
Wc: 2.9k (Wowie!!)
Jiji notes: this is my first ever fic yippee!! This is inspired by one chinese post I saw on twitter HAHAHA so big credit to them. Reblogs, comments, and likes are very well-appreciated. Enjoy reading !!
To say Han Jisung was excited would be the understatement of the century.
After the most brutal couple of weeks he'd had at university, he thought he deserved a little treat for himself. Between tutoring his juniors, submitting requirements on time, acing tests and surprise quizzes, andâmost importantlyâfinishing that godforsaken coding sheet Chan wanted for a robotics competition, he'd earned it.
Point is, Han Jisung was tired.
He also hadn't had much time to indulge himself lately, especially since you'd become his roommate.
Now, don't get him wrongâyou were helpful, funny, and always willing to listen to his ramblings about music production and beat-making and whatever became his favorite fixation at the moment. You'd even sit through entire anime marathons with him.
But, God, you seriously needed to learn how to knock.
There had been far too many incidents of you barging in while he was changing or in the middle of an online class. And those were just the first few examples that came to mind.
So when he decided to buy a toy to indulge in himself and his needs exploring more of kinks too, he made sure to lock his door and told you he was doing something 'important' so you wouldn't disturb him.
And that brings him to today. He'd been buzzing with anticipation all day, constantly tracking the package and checking whether it was already out for delivery that Changbin even joked he must have a girlfriend blowing up his phone lately with texts to get him to be glued 24/7 to his phone. Meanwhile Jisung just rolled his eyes and kept insisting it was not a girlfriend and just a "simple package".
And when he finally got that rewarding notification that his package had been delivered, it immediately made him ecstatic, especially after such a long excruciating day. He practically sprinted home, leaving Changbin and Chan standing there in confusion to eat up all the dust from how fast he had been running.
When he was finally at the doorstep of your shared apartment, he immediately picked up the box and practically tripped over his feet opening the door, toeing off his shoes at the entryway and tearing into the package impatiently.
He was wondering at first why the apartment was so dark and quiet, but he remembered you were out for an after-class club or something along those lines, and, he thought to himself as being incredibly lucky right now, he can finally relax without any interruptions!
He wasted absolutely no time heading to his room.
Dropping his bag beside his desk, he sat down and opened the package. Excitement buzzed through him as he examined its contents. His jacket and pants were quickly discarded onto a nearby chair, leaving him in a simple white tee and his boxers, and he finally allowed himself a moment to relax after the long day.
"Okay... let's see what you can do..." Jisung murmurs, unboxing the item and inspecting it. The toy was a bullet stroker, or that's what it said on the box. He checks the information on its little manual "Sucking sensation.... helps with jerking off... wow, it really does everything huh?" He jokes, murmuring while he reads the rest. And embarrassingly, the thought of using it already got him hard in his boxers, some pre already leaking, darkening his boxers further.
Shimmying out of his boxers and propping his pillow upright to support his back when he'd lean on the headboard, Jisung finally let himself enjoy his new toy. Of course, he cleaned it up before use.
"Okay, let's see you in action then," Jisung concludes, grabbing some of his favorite strawberry-flavored lube from his bedside drawer, opening its cap with a distinct 'click!' that reverberated throughout the small space. He squirts it all over his very hard and erect cock as well as the toy, the cold liquid making him hiss a little as he slowly inserts it, wincing at the squelch that made him shiver.
He lets himself be familiar with the sensation first. It was warm thanks to the heat of his skin and the lube that was quick to warm up. It almost felt jelly-like and tight, hugging his cock tight once he started to move his hand a little
He slides the toy over the head of his penis, eyes shutting tight at the sensation, a shaky groan leaving his lips as he moves it in a slow up-down-up-down motion to spread the moisture. The toy gripped him like a vice, like a suction feeling that didn't want to let him go, a tight slide when he flicked his wrist again to build a steady pace.
Jisung's hands paw around at the bed, looking for the remote that came with it, fumbling for that little item, opening his eyes with effort as he presses the "on" button.
Once the vibration starts, Jisung's hips jerk up into the toy in surprise, âO-oh! Shitâ! That'sâ haha that's prettyâ hngk s-strong!â He whimpers, a heavy buzz at first, but once he pressed it firmly against his skin, it quickly turned to a soft, quiet hum, filling the room along with the soft squelches of the toy gliding when he moved his hand.
His fingers pressed the button again, a steady hum that was a little stronger than before. He starts to slide down the bed more, tummy tensing as loud moans leave his swollen lips, not deciding to even be quiet since technically he is alone at the moment
A particularly louder whimper steals his breath when he presses the toy against the underside of his cock, toes curling at the sensations. "Fâfuck! 's good..." he breathes out, eyes half-lidded.
It went on like this for longer. He was progressively getting louder and louder the more he let himself succumb to the sensations, His breaths turning to ragged, shallow gasps. The wet slaps of the lube intensify as he finally starts to stroke the vibrating sleeve up and down in a frantic, desperate rhythm. (When had he even stopped moving his hand?)
His fingers tightened around the remote, fingers slipping as he pressed the button to turn it to his highest setting, a choked-out whine being punched out of his lungs
"O-oh my goâangh! Go-d!.. T-Too muchâ!" Jisung's voice pitches higher and higher once he starts getting closer to his orgasm, two hands clutching the toy as the wet slaps of the toy intensify once he starts fucking his hips up into it harder and harder.
The buzzing grew intense, his thighs started to quiver as he felt like his brain was leaking out of his ears. The sensations all the more felt like his blood was turning to liquid heat, rushing under his skin. â 'm closeâ ngah! Gonâna c-cum!" He announces to no one, hips chasing after the pleasure almost frantically
But just as he was about to completely tip over the edge, he suddenly heard his bedroom door open. Your voice immediately fills the room, and he squeaks, pulling his hands away, and clamping his legs shut, pulling his blanket further up his chest. "Jâjeez what the hell!!" He yells, flustered.
"Sorry! Sorry!" You apologize, fully entering his room now. You assumed he'd just been resting, but seeing that he's shirtless, maybe he just came back from the shower, and it was another one of those 'I almost walked into him changing again' moments.
You shut the door behind you, the 'click!' His door felt like a doom bell in Jisung's head because suddenly you started to.... chat with him?!
"Okay, I just HAD to get this out before I forget, listenâ remember Ji-a from my biology class? Yeah, like the one that told me I've been stealing her things when I clearly HADN'T? Yeahâ guess what she did today!" You kept rambling on and on, your hands completely expressing what you were trying to convey, your brows furrowing at whatever gossip you were telling him.
And while usually, Jisung would listen and be completely invested in whatever you said, all the words you spewed out felt like a buzz in his head. Because he had been so scared of you coming in to see him that he quickly covered himself with his blanket, he forgot to turn off his toy.
Which meant that right now, while you're babbling on and on about something he usually would've cared about, he can't bring himself to actually listen because his cock was leaking, the toy still hugging it tight while it kept vibrating on his most sensitive spots. His thighs tensing, his vision blurring with tears he kept trying to blink back.
His knuckles went white with how tight he clutched his blanket, small shaky hums, and "To-Totally!" Left his lips. He pinched his arm, trying to direct his head into something other than the overwhelming feeling of his orgasm getting closer and closer.
Though much to his horror, his body couldn't contain all this pleasure anymore and before he knew it, he's cumming and ohâ he's cumming so so much that he felt floaty and lightheaded. He shut his eyes, desperately trying to fight back a moan, his lips bitten harsh enough to draw blood and the metallic tang floods his taste buds.
âSung? Sungieâ Hey??? Are you listening?â He hears you, though it starts to sound like he's underwater, your voice distant. He was still panting, chest heaving from the brutal and soul-sucking climax, the toy still vibrating on his dick. He didn't register it, but you stepped closer in confusion, tapping his thigh with much force which immediately sent him further as his entire body violently jerked, squirting all over as the blankets started to darken from the stain. His eyes rolled back, back arching once the second orgasm was pulled out of his oversensitive body.
âJisungâŚ? Did you justââ You murmur in disbelief, watching as he desperately tries to screw his eyes open, his eyes wide like saucers, pupils dilated as his tongue was practically rolling out of his mouth, drool starting to slip. He whimpers, the feeling of fear creeping in as he tries to pull back from you, creating some distance although his movements were clumsy.
â 'm s-sorry I'm sorryâ" a moan cuts him off. The apologies tumbling out of his mouth blurring to begs. "Tâturn it oâ ogkhâ! Fuck! Off! Turn it off please, please, please!â He begs, a helpless, broken whimper caught in his throat as his thighs begin to shake uncontrollably all over again. He couldn't hold back anymore, his arm was all bruised up from trying to pinch himself quiet to no effort as he writhes on the bed. Meanwhile, you, who had been standing frozen in shock, snapped out of your haze at watching your roommate literally fall apart all from a toy that you could finally hear the buzzing of once you stopped talking.
You fumbled around the bed, fingers coming into contact with smooth plastic and you pressed the button, the incessant buzzing of the toy finally shut off leaving Jisung shivering and half-ruined, softly whining at the loss of pleasure as he pants, shaking fingers finally pulling away the toy from his swollen cock.
âhey, hey, sungie?â You kneel, the mattress dipping under your weight as Jisung subtly nods his head in reply. You quickly noticed his eyes were half-closed, glazed over, and his legs were trembling so violently the mattress shook âHey⌠are you okay?â You cooed softly, voice laced with concern. Meanwhile, Jisung didn't even answer, just letting out a fractured, breathless whine while he stares blankly at the ceiling
Worried, You leaned over and placed your palm flat against Jisung's inner thigh to try and steady his shaking leg. But the instant her warm skin met his, his entire spine arched off the bed. A sharp, incredibly loud gasp tore from his throat, his fingers instantly clawing into the bedsheets. He wasn't pushing you awayâhis hips instinctively twitched upward, helplessly chasing the heat of your hand.
âNghkâ! Too much!â He moans. You froze, your heart hammering against your ribs as you realized just how incredibly raw and responsive he was.
Jisung looks up at you, eyes completely unfocused, silently begging for more but unable to form a single word. His throat clicked as he tried to swallow. The sheer vulnerability of his state sent a heavy, electric jolt straight to your stomach. And just as much your logical mind would go against it, you felt yourself getting wet under your skirt. The boundary was gone.
You didn't pull your hand back; instead, you slowly slid your palm higher and higher, tracing the fever-hot skin of his thigh until your fingers brushed against him. "You're so sensitive," you whispered, Jisung's breath hitched while your voice trembled. "Let me help you.â
You leaned down, your lips brushing against his hyper-sensitive skin before you finally took him into the melting warmth of your waiting mouth. The contrast to the cold plastic toy was too much. He let out a loud, cracked sob, his hands flying up to grip your hair, fingers tight begging to just hold onto something stable while his world spun. It sent a shiver across your skin once he tugs, making you moan against his cock
You started with small kitten licks to the head of his cock, then swirled your tongue over the wet head of his length, hearing him instantly start to unravel out loud. "Oh god, o-oh! fuck!, it's too warm, you're too warm," he babbled, his voice raw and frantic. "Pleaseâfuck, I can't think, my head is spinning, everything is spinningâŚâ Jisung moans, head hitting the pillow as he vocalises every feeling coursing through his veins once he starts to get close again.
Seeing him right on the ragged edge, you pulled back, shaking his grip on your head away, replacing your mouth with the slick, tight grip of your palm. You stroked him fastâmuch easier with his previous two orgasmsâusing his own slick moisture, looking right up at his glazed eyes.
"Look at you," you murmured, pumping him steadily. "You're doing so well for me, baby. You look so beautiful unraveling f'me." The praise sent an electric jolt straight to Jisung's core, shattering whatever tiny bit of control he (surprisingly) had left.
He didn't just groan; he started loudly rambling in a desperate, unfiltered loop as the third climax was hitting him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mommy, it's so good, fuck, you're so good to me, please don't stopâfuck, it's close! It's comingâ" His thighs convulsed violently as he wails.
His fingers clawed at the sheets, bunching the fabric into balls as he clenched his fists âgonna cumâ mommy please I'm gonnaâ gonna cumââ loud ah ah ah's left his lips as he arched his back, hips stuttering as he thrusted up into your tight warm hand, mind so torn between pulling away and wanting more.
And at once, a sudden powerful spray of clear, watery fluid gushed over your hand. He kept crying out, eyes rolling and back bowing in a beautiful arch off the bed, his voice cracking into breathless, repetitive whimpers long after the fluid stopped, completely spent and entirely yours. He slumps back down the mattress, the powerful waves finally subsided, leaving the room quiet except for the ragged sound of his wet, broken pants.
He lay completely flat, chest heaving, his fingers still weakly tangled in the bedsheets. You didn't pull away. Instead, you crawled further up the mattress, the bed dipping as you hovered over his shivering frame.
His eyes were still glazed, pupils blown wide as he stared blankly up at you, his lower jaw slack. "Look at me, Sungie," you cooed softly, your hand coming up to gently cup his flushed, sweaty cheek. He let out a weak whimper at the contact, his head automatically tilting into your palm.
You leaned down, your lips catching his breath before you pressed your mouth firmly against his. The kiss was immediate, heavy, and sloppy. You slid your tongue past his parted lips, tasting the unmistakable, sharp tang of his own spent fluids mixed with your saliva. The sheer intimacy of it made Jisung let out a muffled, vibrating groan deep in his throat.
He didn't have the physical strength to hold you or push his hips up anymore, but his mouth eagerly, desperately chased yours, drinking you in like a lifeline. He was completely undone, his body still occasionally twitching beneath you from the aftershocks of the third round, but as you deeply turned the kiss, his frantic breathing finally began to slow. He was entirely safe in your hold, utterly ruined, and completely content just to melt into the mattress under your weight.
As you finally pulled back from the deep, lazy kiss, a thick thread of saliva stretched between your lips before breaking. Jisung lay beneath you looking like a thoroughly dazed, melted puddle, his eyes blinking slowly as the cognitive gears in his brain finally clanked back into place.
He stared at you, then down at the ruined, dark stain on his blanket, and thenâhorrifyinglyâthe memory of his own unfiltered mouth echoed in his ears. His eyes suddenly went wide as saucers, a furious, bright crimson blush exploding from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears.
"I... I called you... did.. I?? I did... oh my god," he choked out, burying his face entirely in his hands as a pathetic, muffled groan of pure embarrassment escaped him. You couldn't help but let out a soft, teasing chuckle, leaning down to plant a fond kiss right on his knuckles.
"Don't worry about it, roomie," you murmured playfully, brushing a stray piece of hair from his sweaty forehead. "But just so we're clear... you're definitely doing my laundry for next month.â
@hyvnesangel hi... haha... I was the new writer anon đđ I hope you like it.. đđ (I actually wrote this horny with 2 hours of sleep...)
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synopsis: years after a messy breakup with jisung, a mechanic who always chose his work and friends over you, you return to your hometown, a single mom to ara, the daughter he doesnât know exists. you never planned to see him again, but fate has other ideas when your car breaks down outside his shop.
You werenât sure why your heart was racing. Maybe it was because of the text youâd sent earlier, the vague âCan you come over? We need to talk.â Maybe it was because of the kiss the night before, the one that still lingered in the corners of your mind like smoke.
But mostly, you realized, it was because you didnât know what would happen when you saw him again.
The house smelled faintly of sugar and butter, sweet and warm, like something out of a memory. Ara had insisted on helping you bake. Youâd given her the smallest mixing bowl and let her pour in the chocolate chips while she hummed to herself, bunny tucked under her arm. It wasnât really about the cookies. You knew that. It was about the distraction, the normalcy. It made things feel less complicated.
You were just pulling the last tray from the oven when the knock came.
For a split second, you froze, oven mitt halfway off. Then you took a breath, set the tray down, and went to the door.
When you opened it, Jisung stood there, looking hesitant like heâd been rehearsing this moment in his head and forgot the lines.
His hair was still slightly damp, his jacket unzipped. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, uncertain.
âHey,â he said softly.
âHey,â you replied, the warmth in your voice surprising even you. âCome in.â
The smell of freshly baked cookies hit him immediately. You saw the way his shoulders dropped, the subtle way the tension melted off him just a little.
âWhatâs that smell?â he asked, stepping inside, trying for casual but still a little stiff.
âCookies,â you said with a small smile. âAra and I made them earlier.â
His eyes softened. âYou made cookies?â
âShe made cookies,â you corrected, laughing under your breath. âI just⌠tried not to let her burn herself.â
Ara peeked around the corner at the sound of his voice, eyes lighting up.â¨âJisung!â she chirped, bunny still clutched in her hand.
He crouched down immediately, grinning. âHey, kid. You made these?â
She nodded proudly, holding out the plate like an offering. âTry one! Theyâre yummy. I helped.â
You bit your lip to stop the laugh threatening to escape as Jisung obediently took one, biting into it dramatically, eyebrows lifting in mock surprise.
âOh wow,â he said through a mouthful, placing a hand over his heart. âThis might be the best cookie Iâve ever had.â
Ara gasped, beaming. âSee, Mommy! I told you heâd like them!â
You couldnât help but laugh, your heart softening as you watched her. âI guess you were right, huh?â
She nodded firmly, then turned her attention back to Jisung, clearly proud of herself.
He smiled back at her, and for a moment, the house felt full, warm in a way you hadnât realized you missed. The sound of Araâs giggles, the smell of sugar in the air, the sight of Jisung crouched in your living room, it was too easy to picture what it would be like if things had always been this way.
He straightened after a moment, brushing the crumbs from his hands.â¨âYou said you wanted to talk,â he said, voice quieter now.
You nodded, the smile fading slightly. âRight.â
Ara looked between the two of you curiously, like she could sense the shift.
âAra,â you said gently, kneeling down to her level. âCan you go watch your cartoons for a bit? Mommy and Jisung need to talk, okay?â
She pouted for a moment but nodded, clutching her bunny and heading toward the living room.
You waited until she was out of earshot before you turned back to him.
Jisung looked nervous, more nervous than youâd ever seen him. His hand went to the back of his neck, rubbing it awkwardly. You could almost feel the worry radiating off of him.
He thought this was it. You could see it in his face, the expectation of bad news, of another goodbye.
But that wasnât why youâd asked him to come.
You took a breath. âI wanted to ask you something.â
His eyebrows furrowed slightly. âOkayâŚâ
You hesitated for just a second, then said it:â¨âCan you watch Ara for a few hours tomorrow?â
His reaction was immediate, confusion flashing across his face. âWaitâwhat?â
You smiled softly at his expression, the way his guard had dropped for the first time since heâd walked in.
âI need to go to the city,â you explained. âJust for a bit. Errands, paperwork, all that. I thought sheâd get bored, andâŚâ You hesitated, your voice gentling. âI thought it might be nice for you two to spend some time together. Just you and her.â
For a second, he didnât say anything. His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.
âYouâyou want me toââ
âYes,â you interrupted softly, your tone sure. âIf you want to. Only if youâre comfortable.â
He blinked at you like he was making sure heâd heard right. âYouâre serious?â
You nodded, arms folding loosely across your chest. âI trust you, Jisung. She loves spending time with you. I think itâll be good for her.â
He didnât even realize how tightly heâd been gripping his jacket until his fingers loosened. The relief that washed through him was so strong it almost made him light-headed.
All that tension, all those anxious thoughts, gone in an instant.
You werenât sending him away. You werenât angry. You were trusting him.
âIâyeah,â he said, still half-stunned. âOf course. Iâd love to.â
You smiled, genuine this time. âGood.â
You could feel his eyes on you for a long moment after that, warm, searching.
And maybe it was foolish, maybe it was premature, but you felt it too, the quiet sense of something healing, of a bridge being rebuilt one plank at a time.
When Ara came running back in moments later to ask if she could show Jisung the new episode of her favorite cartoon, he bent down beside her again, smiling easily now.
You leaned against the counter, watching the two of them, your chest swelling with something you didnât have the words for. Trust. Hope. Something dangerously close to love.
-
The morning light was soft when you and Ara arrived at the shop, the kind that turned everything gold for a few fleeting moments before the day truly began. The air still smelled faintly of motor oil and the sharp tang of metal, the steady hum of machines echoing faintly from the back where Seojin was already at work.
Youâd texted Jisung the night before, letting him know what time youâd drop Ara off, but still, you could tell he hadnât quite believed youâd actually go through with it.
So when he looked up from behind the counter and saw you standing there, Ara clutching her tiny backpack, bunny tucked under her arm, he froze mid-step, his eyes softening instantly.
Ara didnât hesitate for even a second.
âJisung!â she squealed, voice ringing through the garage as she dashed forward, the soles of her sneakers squeaking against the polished floor.
He barely had time to react before she launched herself into his arms, and instinct took over. He caught her, lifting her up easily as her laughter filled the space around them, bright and alive.
âWhoaâhey, I missed you too,â he said, chuckling, his tone warm and teasing.
You stood a few feet away, smiling despite the small knot in your stomach, the kind that came with trusting someone with your entire world. You knew Ara was safe with him, but still, it was strange to stand in this place that had once been so tied to the past and see your daughter wrapped up in it too.
âSheâs been excited since last night,â you said, stepping closer, setting Araâs little backpack on the edge of his desk. âCouldnât stop talking about what you two were going to do today.â
Jisung set Ara back down, brushing a few strands of her hair out of her face. âYeah? I hope I can live up to the hype.â
Ara grinned, eyes wide. âYou will! You said I can help fix a car, remember?â
He laughed, glancing your way. âSheâs already got big plans.â
âShe always does,â you said with a smirk. Then you pointed a finger gently at both of them. âOkay, ground rules before I go. No sweets until after she eats her vegetables.â
Jisung raised an eyebrow, mock-offended. âYou think Iâd spoil her?â
You gave him a look, the same look you used to give him years ago when he said something you didnât quite believe. âAbsolutely.â
He chuckled under his breath. âFair enough.â
âAnd,â you added, turning to Ara, âno ice cream if you misbehave, got it?â
Ara puffed her cheeks out dramatically, crossing her arms. âI never misbehave.â
That made both of you laugh, a soft, shared sound that came too naturally.
You crouched down to hug her, your voice lowering. âBe good, okay? Listen to him, and donât touch anything he says not to.â
âI will,â she said earnestly, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.
When you stood again, you caught Jisungâs eyes on you, a quiet gratitude there that he didnât put into words. He didnât need to. You could see it in the small way his shoulders relaxed, in the faint smile tugging at his mouth.
You exhaled softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. âOkay then. Iâll be back around three?â
âYeah,â he said quickly, nodding. âTake your time.â
You smiled at that, just a small one and started toward the door. Behind you, Ara was already tugging on Jisungâs hand, bouncing lightly on her toes.
âWhat do we do first?â she asked, eyes wide with curiosity, looking around the shop like it was the most fascinating place sheâd ever seen.
He crouched beside her, gesturing dramatically to the wide open garage. âWell, first, I think we find you some safety goggles.â
She gasped like heâd just offered her a crown. âDo I get my own?â
He nodded solemnly. âOf course. Every good mechanic does.â
You laughed quietly, standing by the door for a moment longer than you needed to. You couldnât help it. Watching them together, her unfiltered joy, his gentle patience, it filled a space in your heart you hadnât realized was still empty.
Jisung looked up once more before you left. âDonât worry,â he said, his voice steady, almost playful. âIâll take good care of her.â
You nodded, your throat tightening just a little. âI know you will.â
And with that, you finally turned and walked out, the sound of Araâs voice echoing behind you as she asked Jisung question after question about the tools on his desk.
He watched you go, the door closing softly behind you, then turned back to the small whirlwind of energy at his side.
âSo,â he said, hands on his knees, smiling down at her, âwhat do you want to learn first?â
Araâs eyes darted around the room, full of possibility. âEverything!â
Jisung laughed, a real, full laugh that filled the shop. âEverything, huh? Alright. Guess weâd better get started then.â
He didnât say it out loud, but as he followed her tiny steps across the garage, as she pointed curiously at everything from wrenches to car lifts, he couldnât help the thought that came next: It was going to be a long day. But easily, the best kind of long day heâd ever have.
At first, he tried to keep her close hovering, worried sheâd trip over something or get too close to the cars, but it quickly became clear that Ara wasnât just there to watch. She wanted to help.
Sheâd stand beside him, her little hands on her hips, watching intently as he leaned under the hood of a car. Every time he muttered that he needed something, a wrench, a rag, a socket, sheâd take off running before he could even say which one.
âGot it!â sheâd call, sprinting across the floor with her bunny tucked under one arm and a tool in the other.
Half the time, she came back with the wrong one, a screwdriver when he needed a wrench, a hammer when he needed pliers, but it didnât matter. Jisung always played along.
âPerfect,â heâd say with exaggerated approval, taking it from her and pretending to use it like it was the most vital tool in the world.
Her grin would stretch from ear to ear, proud and radiant. âI helped!â
âCouldnât have done it without you,â heâd answer, and sheâd giggle, brushing her hands together like sheâd just saved the day.
Seojin, of course, found the whole thing hilarious. From across the garage, heâd watch Ara scurry around with tools twice the size of her arm, and he couldnât resist teasing Jisung.
âIâve got competition,â Seojin called out with a smirk. âMight as well give her my job.â
Jisung shot him a look but couldnât help the grin that tugged at his mouth. âShe works faster than you do, so maybe I will.â
That made Ara laugh, the kind of pure, bubbling laugh that made Seojin join in too, even as he went back to his own work.
Jisung hadnât laughed like this in years. Not the half-hearted, polite kind of laugh he gave to customers or friends, but the kind that reached deep, the kind that loosened something tight inside him.
By midday, Ara had claimed her own little stool beside his workbench. Her bunny sat propped up next to a small pile of clean rags and tools she insisted were âhers.â Jisung made her a name tag out of masking tape and a marker âMechanic Araâ and stuck it proudly to her shirt.
She gasped like it was the greatest honor sheâd ever received.
âNow youâre official,â he told her, crouching down to meet her eyes.
She nodded seriously. âWe fix cars together now.â
Jisungâs heart swelled at the word we.
It was ridiculous, really, how much joy he found in something so small, the sight of her wiping a bit of grease from a car part, the way she scrunched her nose when she tried to tighten a bolt that was too heavy for her little hands. She was curious, stubborn, and so incredibly alive.
And for the first time, he didnât just see her as your daughter. He saw her as his.
Heâd missed so much, the first time she spoke, her first steps, her first everything, but here, in the grease-stained quiet of the shop, he got a tiny piece of it back.
When the afternoon came, Jisung decided theyâd earned a break.
âAlright, mechanic,â he said, wiping his hands on a rag. âYou hungry?â
She gasped and nodded quickly, her braids bouncing. âCan we get ice cream?â
He grinned, pretending to think about it. âHmm⌠did you eat all your vegetables?â
She crossed her arms and gave him the most serious glare a five-year-old could muster. âMomâs not here, you canât tell!â
He laughed, loud and unrestrained and finally gave in. âAlright, you win. Ice cream it is.â
-
The small ice cream shop down the block was quiet when they walked in, the bell over the door chiming softly. Araâs hand clutched his tightly, her eyes wide as she peered up at the display case like she was choosing the fate of the world.
Jisung watched her with quiet amusement, the way she bounced on her toes, biting her lip as she scanned every single flavor.
âWhich one?â he asked.
She pointed, then changed her mind. Twice. Then again.
âMaybe chocolate,â she said seriously. âNo, strawberry. Waitâwhatâs that one?â
He bent down to read the label. âCookies and cream.â
Her eyes lit up. âThat one! It has cookies!â
âExcellent choice.â
They ended up sharing a table by the window, Araâs small cup beside his larger one, both of them laughing about nothing in particular.
At some point, Jisung reached out and tried to wipe a smudge from her cheek, but the grease from earlier had set deep, mixing with a tiny streak of melted ice cream.
He chuckled softly. âYouâre a mess, kid.â
Ara giggled and pointed at his shirt. âYouâre messy too!â
He looked down, sure enough, a faint streak of oil crossed his sleeve. âGuess we match then.â
She laughed again, and that sound, that unfiltered joy filled his chest with something that ached and healed all at once.
Looking at her like this cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling, little braids slightly undone, he couldnât help but think how perfectly she fit into the picture heâd never thought heâd have.
No noise from the past. No bitterness. Just this little girl and her ice cream, her laughter softening all the sharp edges of his world.
He leaned back in his chair, smiling to himself.
Yeah. It had been a long day.
But the best kind of long day he could ever imagine.
-
By the time you pulled into the parking lot near the shop, the sun had already begun to dip, washing everything in that tired orange haze that made your eyes feel heavier than they were. The drive back from the city had been long, and all you could think about was getting Ara into your arms, that grounding warmth that made the exhaustion fade for just a second.
Youâd texted Jisung an hour ago, telling him you were running late, but when you stepped into the shop, the silence immediately made your stomach twist.
âAra?â you called softly, glancing around, half-expecting her bright little laugh to echo from behind one of the cars. Nothing.
The pit in your stomach deepened. You looked toward the office, empty. The workbench, empty. The stool where Ara usually perched, empty too, the small rag sheâd been using folded neatly on top.
You were about two seconds from panicking when Seojin came from the back, wiping his hands with a rag and grinning when he saw you.
âOhâhey,â he said, casual, like you werenât about to lose your mind. âThey slipped out a little while ago. Said they were going to get ice cream.â
You froze, letting out a shaky exhale you didnât even realize youâd been holding.
âIce cream?â you repeated, half relieved, half amused, the corners of your lips twitching.
Seojin nodded. âYeah. Ara said she âearned it.â Whatever that means.â
That made you laugh, soft, genuine laughter that eased your shoulders. âYeah, that sounds like her.â
You thanked him quietly, waving as you stepped out again. The moment you got into your car, muscle memory took over. You didnât even have to think about where theyâd gone.
There was only one place nearby that sold decent ice cream, the one tucked into the corner of the same old plaza you and Jisung used to go to years ago. The same place that still had faded pastel umbrellas out front and little round tables that wobbled on uneven legs.
And as soon as you pulled up, your heart squeezed a little too tight.
Through the wide glass window, you saw them.
Jisung was sitting with Ara in the corner booth, the same one the two of you had claimed as âyoursâ years ago, both of them laughing about something only they knew. Ara was swinging her feet beneath the chair, her small hand holding her spoon like a sword, cheeks flushed, the faintest smudge of chocolate on her chin.
And Jisung he looked so at ease. His head was tilted slightly toward her, his laugh soft and unguarded, his eyes crinkling in that familiar way that used to make you melt. He looked lighter. Happier.
You stood there for a moment outside the window, watching the two of them, a quiet smile tugging at your lips before you caught yourself. The sight of them together, your little girl and the man you once loved it hit you like something you werenât ready for. Not painful, but overwhelming. Nostalgic. Like a memory trying to bloom again.
When you finally opened the door, the little bell above it chimed softly.
Jisung was the first to notice. His head lifted, his expression flickering surprise first, then that small, nervous smile he always gave you when he wasnât sure what to expect. He didnât say anything, just nudged Ara gently, waiting for her to turn around.
And when she did, her whole face lit up.
âMommy!â she squealed, jumping off her chair and running straight into your arms.
You caught her easily, the weight of her small body grounding you immediately. You pressed a kiss to her cheek, her skin still cool from the ice cream. âHey, baby,â you murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. âDid you have fun with Jisung?â
Ara nodded so hard her braids bounced. âWe fixed cars and I helped and then we got ice cream and I was so good, Mommy, I didnât spill!â
You laughed softly, smoothing your thumb across her cheek. âYou didnât? Thatâs amazing.â
âSheâs a natural,â Jisung added, standing and stretching slightly before leaning against the edge of the table. âBest helper Iâve ever had. Might have to hire her full-time.â
Ara giggled proudly.
âI told you, Iâm really good at fixing things!â
You couldnât help the way your chest warmed at the sight, at how natural it all looked. Jisungâs soft grin, Araâs happy rambling, the little half-finished cups of ice cream on the table. It almost felt like a snapshot from another lifetime, the one where you never left, where youâd grown together instead of apart.
But as comforting as that fantasy felt, you also knew it was dangerous to linger there too long. You had to remind yourself that this, this quiet, happy moment was about Ara. Not about the past. Not about what couldâve been.
When Ara yawned, rubbing at her eyes, you smiled knowingly. âLooks like someoneâs ready for a nap.â
Jisung chuckled softly, glancing at her with affection that made your throat tighten. âYeah, sheâs had a pretty busy day. Mightâve worked her too hard.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âI doubt that. Sheâd stay here all night if you let her.â
âMaybe,â he admitted with a small smile. âSheâs kind of unstoppable.â
You adjusted Ara in your arms, her head already drooping against your shoulder. âWell, we should probably get going then. Thank you, Jisung. Really.â
He nodded once, quiet but sincere. âAnytime.â
You smiled and took a small step back, waving faintly with one hand while holding Ara with the other. âIâll text you later, okay?â
âYeah,â he said, voice softer now, eyes lingering just a second too long. âDrive safe.â
As you turned and walked out, you could feel his gaze on you through the window, watching as you buckled Ara into her seat, her tiny hand lazily waving out the window before she finally surrendered to sleep.
Jisung stood there, still watching until you drove away, before finally lowering himself back into the booth. The small, half-melted puddles of ice cream glistened under the light.
And though you were gone, the ghost of your laughter still lingered, soft and familiar and for the first time in a long time, the quiet didnât feel so empty.
-
The shop was quiet when Jisung returned, the kind of quiet that only hit after a long, busy day, the faint hum of the overhead lights, the tick of the clock above the door, the ghost of laughter still hanging in the air. He dropped his keys onto the counter, still smiling to himself as he replayed Araâs giggles in his head.
He hadnât realized how much heâd missed that sound, the pure, unfiltered joy of it. Heâd heard kids laugh before, sure, but nothing like hers. Araâs laugh had that same spark you used to have. That light that always made everything else feel a little less heavy.
He moved toward his desk to grab his phone, and thatâs when he saw it, the soft shape half-hidden behind the chair. Araâs bunny.
He picked it up carefully, brushing off the light dust that clung to its ears. The fabric was well-worn, its stitched smile slightly faded, the kind of toy that had clearly been loved, really loved. He turned it over in his hands and couldnât help but chuckle softly to himself.
âOf course,â he muttered, shaking his head with a small smile.
He couldâve just texted you. He couldâve snapped a photo, sent a message saying heâd keep it safe for tomorrow. You probably wouldnât even have minded. But as he stood there, the weight of the little bunny in his hands, he found himself thinking about how Ara might wake up from her nap, confused, searching for it. He thought about her small voice asking, âMommy, whereâs Bunny?â and the tiny frown that would crease her face when she couldnât find it.
And before he could stop himself, he was already grabbing his keys again.
He told himself it was for Ara because it was, mostly. But deep down, he knew there was more to it.
He just wanted to see you again.
The drive over wasnât long, but it felt longer than usual, his fingers drumming nervously against the steering wheel the whole way there. The bunny sat in the passenger seat, its head bobbing slightly with every bump in the road, as if silently judging him for how eager he was.
He didnât even know what he was planning to say. Hey, I found Araâs bunny, or maybe You looked really happy today. Or maybe heâd just hand it over and pretend it was no big deal, even though it kind of was. Because it wasnât just a toy, it was another reason, another tiny thread pulling him back to you both.
When he parked in front of your house, the porch light was already on, soft and yellow against the darkening sky. It looked exactly how he remembered it the first night heâd shown up again, warm, lived in, safe.
He hesitated before walking up, taking a deep breath as if that could settle the jitter in his chest.
The door opened after a single knock.
You stood there, hair tied back loosely, sleeves of your sweater pushed up, that same gentle tiredness in your eyes that heâd always found endearing. You looked surprised but not shocked. Almost like a part of you had expected him.
âJisung?â you said softly, brows lifting.
He held up the bunny like an offering. âShe, uhâ left this at the shop.â
The smile that bloomed on your face made the trip completely worth it.
âOh my god,â you said, laughing quietly, relief flooding your features. âI was just about to text you. I was wondering where that went. Sheâs going to wake up and realize itâs missing and have a meltdown.â
He laughed too, the tension easing out of his shoulders. âYeah, figured Iâd save you from that crisis.â
âWell,â you said, leaning against the doorframe, your voice softer now, âyouâre a lifesaver. Really.â
Jisung shrugged a little, trying to downplay the way his chest swelled at your words. âJust doing my part.â
You smiled again that small, knowing kind of smile that said you could see through him even when he pretended to be casual. You stepped aside, nodding toward the inside of the house. âCome in. You might as well. Sheâll want to see you when she wakes up.â
He hesitated for a second, the familiar war in his head flickering again between wanting to keep his distance and wanting to stay. But then he stepped in, the warmth of your home wrapping around him like something he hadnât realized heâd missed.
He followed you quietly into the living room. Araâs crayons were scattered on the coffee table, her drawings left half-finished, little stick figures of three people holding hands, suns with smiling faces, flowers with uneven petals.
He smiled, looking at one of them. âSheâs really good at this,â he said quietly.
âShe gets it from me,â you said, teasingly proud.
He chuckled, shaking his head. âYeah, sure.â
You turned toward him then, your expression softening, and before you could stop yourself you said it, the words that had been sitting quietly on your tongue since you saw him at the ice cream shop.
âShe really likes you, you know.â
Jisung froze for a moment, his eyes flicking to yours, unreadable. âYeah?â
You nodded. âYeah. She talks about you all the time. About the cars even how you pretend to use the wrong tools just to make her laugh. She looks up to you.â
He exhaled, his voice low when he finally spoke. âI donât know how to explain it, but⌠I justâ Iâm really happy you trust me with her. I know it probably wasnât easy. But I mean it when I say⌠I want to be there for her. For both of you. I donât want to miss any more years. I want to see her grow up, even if itâs slowly.â
You didnât say anything right away, your throat felt tight, your hands fidgeting against the edge of the couch. But then you smiled faintly. âThen donât miss them.â
He blinked, taken aback. âWhat?â
You looked at him, really looked and said, âIf you want to be part of her life, then be here. Iâm not going to stop you.â
Something shifted in the air then. Not loud, not explosive, just quiet understanding. The kind that didnât need much explanation.
You both sat there in that soft silence for a while, the sound of Araâs slow breathing faint from her room down the hall. Jisung placed the bunny carefully on the couch beside you.
When he finally stood to leave, you walked him to the door. He turned before stepping out, his voice quiet, almost tender.
âSheâs lucky,â he said.
You tilted your head. âWho is?â
âAra,â he murmured. âShe has you.â
You smiled small, tired, but real. âShe has you too now.â
And as Jisung stepped back into the cool evening air, the door closing softly behind him, he realized something he hadnât dared to let himself believe before.. He was finally home, not quite yet, not completely, but close enough to feel it.
You sat across from Jisung at the kitchen counter, your elbows resting on the cool surface, the soft hum of the fridge filling the pauses between your conversation. Araâs bunny was propped on one of the chairs, almost like a tiny silent guest.
He was mid-story, hands moving animatedly as he spoke, a grin spreading across his face the longer he talked.
âShe was unbelievable today,â he said, still half-laughing as he leaned back in his chair. âYou shouldâve seen her running around the shop. Iâd ask for one wrench, and sheâd bring me three different ones, none of them right but she looked so proud every single time. I couldnât even tell her no.â
You couldnât stop smiling as you poured him another drink, sliding the glass toward him. âThat sounds exactly like her,â you said, amused. âLet me guess. sheâs learned how to tease Seojin now too?â
He chuckled, shaking his head. âDonât even get me started. She told him his hair looks like the brushes we use to clean the oil trays. I thought he was going to lose it.â
You covered your mouth to stifle a laugh, nearly spilling your own drink. âOh no, poor Seojin. Sheâs definitely learning that from someone.â
Jisung raised a brow. âHey, whatâs that supposed to mean?â
âYou,â you teased, pointing at him with your glass. âYouâre teaching her all your bad habits. The sarcasm, the teasingâ sheâs basically a mini-you already.â
He grinned. âSheâs got the charm to pull it off. I just looked grumpy when I did it.â
You both laughed, the kind of laughter that came easily, the kind that felt like breathing again after years of holding your breath. It was comfortable. Familiar. But there was something else beneath it now, a tenderness that hadnât been there before, or maybe had always been there, hidden under old arguments and unsaid apologies.
When the laughter faded, he took a slow sip of his drink and leaned forward a little, his voice softer now. âWhat about you? Whatâd you do today while we were busy being mechanics?â
You leaned back in your chair, swirling what was left of your drink between your fingers. You couldâve just told him the truth, that you ran errands, bought groceries, stopped by the florist because Ara liked the smell of lavender. But something mischievous in you stirred instead.
You wanted to see. To test him.
You tilted your head, your tone casual. âOh, you know⌠went on a date.â
The reaction was immediate and exactly what you were hoping for.
His easy smile froze, the color draining just slightly from his face. He blinked, once, then again, his glass hovering halfway to his lips before he set it down carefully.
âOh,â he said, too quiet. His voice was even, but you could see the way his shoulders stiffened, how he tried and failed to keep it casual. âThatâs⌠nice.â
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. The silence stretched, thick and awkward, before he cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck.
âWell, uhâ I should probably get going then,â he said, standing abruptly. His voice was soft but his movements sharp, almost clumsy, like he needed to leave before the air got any heavier.
You reached out quickly, fingers wrapping around his wrist before he could step away.
âJisungââ You couldnât help the small laugh that escaped you. âIâm kidding.â
He turned, brows furrowed, clearly caught off guard.
You grinned up at him, amused by the way his jaw clenched. âI didnât go on a date. I ran errands. Thatâs it. Relax.â
He exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he leaned against the counter again. âYouâreâ youâre unbelievable, you know that?â
You laughed, letting your hand fall from his wrist, teasing, âWhy? Did you get jealous?â
He scoffed immediately, eyes narrowing in mock offense. âNo.â
âYou so did.â
âI didnât!â
âYou did,â you said again, smirking. âYour face said it all.â
His lips twitched that familiar, dangerous mix of irritation and affection. And before you could say anything else, his hands were on your cheeks, warm and steady, pulling you toward him.
The kiss happened so suddenly it left you breathless.
It wasnât hesitant this time, or unsure, it was something deeper, something that had been waiting for the right moment to spill out. You could taste the faint sweetness of the drink on his lips, could feel the way his hands trembled just slightly against your skin as though he was afraid you might pull away again.
You didnât.
You moved closer instead, your hands resting against his chest, feeling the steady, quick rhythm of his heart beneath your palms. His arm slid around your waist, tugging you nearer until there was no space left between you. The kiss deepened, slow, full, and dizzying in the quiet of your kitchen.
For a fleeting second, it felt like everything had finally clicked back into place.
âWhy are you kissing Mommy?â
The small, sleepy voice broke through the air like a bell, freezing both of you instantly.
You jerked back so fast you almost tripped, Jisungâs eyes wide and guilty as he turned toward the source. Ara stood at the edge of the hallway, her bunny now tucked under one arm, hair tousled, rubbing at her eyes.
Neither of you spoke. The silence was deafening for a beat then both of you burst out laughing. Breathless, awkward, mortified laughter.
âAraââ you started, covering your mouth.
Jisung was red to the tips of his ears, his hand flying to the back of his neck as he struggled to find words. âUhâ, itâsâ we were justââ
She tilted her head curiously, frowning. âJust what?â
You looked at Jisung, cheeks flushed, and couldnât help but laugh again. You took a slow breath, your voice soft but sure when you finally spoke.
âI think,â you said, meeting Jisungâs eyes for a long moment before turning back to Ara, âitâs time we tell her.â
Jisung nodded quietly, still pink in the face, but there was something else in his expression now calm, certain, almost ready. Because whatever came next confusion, questions, explanations it was time. It was finally time.
Ara stood in the middle of the kitchen floor, clutching her bunny like it was her emotional anchor, still blinking sleep from her eyes. The confusion on her tiny face was so earnest it made your heart ache brows furrowed, lower lip slightly jutted forward in a pout.
âTell me what?â she asked, her voice small but firm, the kind of tone she used when she felt left out of something important.
You and Jisung exchanged a look, one full of quiet panic but also unspoken understanding. This was it. The moment neither of you had rehearsed for, but somehow knew was coming.
You crouched down to her level, brushing your fingers over her hair. âHey,â you said softly, âcome here, sweetheart.â
You lifted her into your arms, her little hands automatically wrapping around your neck. She was warm and sleepy against you, her cheek pressing into your shoulder. You carried her to the counter, setting her down carefully so you could look at her face, those wide, curious eyes that reminded you so much of him.
You took a slow breath, trying to steady your voice. âRemember how you always ask about the man who fixes cars?â
She nodded immediately, smiling. âMhm! Thatâs Jisung!â
âRight,â you said, exchanging another glance with him. Jisung smiled faintly from where he stood, hands awkwardly shoved into his pockets.
âWellâŚâ You hesitated for a second, choosing your words. âBefore you were born, Jisung and I were really, really good friends.â
âBest friends,â Jisung added quietly, stepping a little closer. His voice was gentle, almost nervous. âWe used to spend all our time together.â
Ara blinked between the two of you, clearly trying to imagine that. âLike me and Haneul at school?â
You smiled. âExactly like that. But we werenât just best friends.â You paused again, feeling your throat tighten. âWe also used to be⌠together.â
Ara tilted her head, confused. âTogether?â
Jisung scratched the back of his neck, trying not to laugh at her innocent expression. âIt means we used to love each other very, very much,â he said softly.
You smiled faintly, correcting him in a whisper, âUsed to?â
He caught the tease in your tone but didnât push. Ara still looked puzzled, so you continued gently, brushing her hair back behind her ear. âSomething happened a long time ago, and we got really sad and⌠we stopped talking for a while.â
Her little face softened, her brow knitting in concern. âYou stopped being best friends?â
You nodded slowly. âFor a long time, yes.â
She pouted. âThatâs sad.â
âIt was,â you admitted quietly, your eyes flicking briefly toward Jisung, who looked down at the floor as if reliving that pain. âBut then, you met him again, remember? When we went to get your bunny back?â
Ara nodded quickly, her bunny squished in her lap. âHe saved it!â
âHe did,â you said, smiling. âAnd since then, weâve been spending more time together again. But thereâs something else, something really important we wanted you to know.â
You took a slow breath, and Jisung stepped closer, resting one hand gently on the counter beside her. His voice was steady but soft. âAra⌠do you remember how you said you donât know your dad because he lives far away for work?â
Her big eyes looked up between the two of you. âMhmâŚâ
He smiled, the gentlest one youâd ever seen. âWell⌠heâs not far away anymore.â
Ara blinked, her face scrunching in confusion before realization began to dawn, slow and cautious. She looked at him, then at you, then back again, her mouth parting slightly.
âYou meanâŚâ Her voice dropped to a whisper. âYou?â
Jisung nodded, his eyes warm, shimmering faintly under the kitchen light. âYeah, sweetheart. Me.â
She stared for a few seconds, processing, and for a terrifying moment you thought maybe sheâd cry or run, or say she didnât understand.
But then her little hand reached out and grabbed his, small fingers curling tightly around his calloused ones.
âYouâre my daddy?â she asked in a quiet, awed voice.
Jisung swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, and when he nodded, it was shaky, emotional. âYeah,â he whispered, voice rough. âI am.â
Her lip trembled, and you could see the confusion flicker briefly again, the kind that only came from the weight of something new before it melted into something else. A shy, tentative smile.
She didnât say anything right away. Instead, she just looked at him for a long time, as though trying to memorize his face, before whispering, âWhy didnât you or Mommy tell me before?â
You exhaled slowly, feeling your chest tighten. âI wanted to make sure it was the right time, sweetheart,â you said softly, cupping her cheek. âIt wasnât because we didnât want to tell you. We just⌠wanted to make sure everything was okay first. That we could all be happy when you found out.â
She looked down at her bunny for a moment, thoughtful, and then back up at both of you. âSo⌠you and Daddy were sad before,â she said, piecing it together with her little hands gripping the edge of the counter. âBut now youâre happy?â
You couldnât help but laugh softly, tears pricking your eyes as you nodded. âWeâre getting there.â
Ara seemed to think about that for a moment longer and then, just like that, she smiled.
âOkay,â she said simply, like it was the easiest thing in the world. She wrapped her arms around Jisungâs neck, pressing her face into his shoulder. âHi, Daddy.â
Jisung froze, completely still for half a heartbeat before he melted, hugging her back tightly, his face buried in her hair. His eyes closed, his voice barely holding steady when he whispered, âHi, baby.â
You stood beside them, a soft hand resting over your mouth to keep yourself from crying outright, your heart swelling so full it hurt.
When Ara finally pulled back, she giggled, looking between the two of you. âDoes that mean weâre a family now?â
You looked at Jisung, and for the first time, neither of you hesitated.
âYeah,â he said, his smile trembling but sure. âThatâs exactly what it means.â
Ara didnât move when Jisung lifted her off the counter.â¨Her tiny arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her face buried in his chest as if sheâd been doing it her whole life as if the truth had always been there, just waiting for the right moment to surface.
You could only stand there, arms crossed loosely, a soft, aching smile spreading across your face. The sight of them, her nestled into him like she belonged there, and him holding her so carefully, afraid even his breathing might disturb her, it was almost too much.
A heavy wave of emotion pressed against your ribs. Regret, warmth, and relief tangled together in your chest until you couldnât tell where one ended and the other began. Youâd spent years imagining what this moment would look like if it would ever even happen and now that it had, it was everything and nothing like you expected.
Araâs little fingers played lazily with the fabric of Jisungâs shirt as her eyes fluttered sleepily. Her voice was a murmur, muffled against his chest.â¨âDaddy?â
Jisung hummed softly, his voice steady but quiet, his hand smoothing down her back. âYeah, sweetheart?â
âCan you stay?â
You caught the subtle tremor in his breath, a small pause that said more than words could. He looked over at you then, hesitant, almost asking silently if that was okay. You nodded once, your throat too tight to speak.
âYeah,â he said, kissing the top of her head. âIâll stay until you fall asleep, okay?â
She nodded drowsily, her grip loosening just slightly as she blinked up at him, eyes glossy with sleep. âOkay.â
He smiled and rubbed small circles on her back until she finally sighed, that deep, trusting kind of sigh only a child gives when they feel safe and you both carried her upstairs together.
You pushed her door open quietly, the warm light from the hallway spilling across the little details of her room, the stuffed toys arranged neatly by her bed, the glow-in-the-dark stars scattered on the ceiling, the faint scent of her lavender shampoo lingering in the air.
Jisung lowered her carefully onto the bed, taking extra care to keep her bunny tucked under her arm. Her lips parted as she mumbled something incoherent, already drifting into dreams. He sat there for a few seconds longer, just watching her, his eyes tracing every feature of her face, her cheeks, the curve of her lashes, her tiny hand still clutching his shirt.
You leaned against the doorframe, your chest tightening again at the sight. It was bittersweet, watching them like this. You thought of all the nights heâd missed, the ones when youâd been alone with her, when sheâd woken up crying from nightmares and youâd been the only one there to hold her. All the birthdays, the milestones, the quiet little moments. Youâd done your best to fill both roles, but now, seeing them together, you couldnât help but feel guilty.
When Araâs breathing finally steadied, you stepped in, brushing her hair back gently and whispering goodnight. Then you both slipped out of the room, closing the door halfway behind you.
The house was quiet now, the kind of silence that felt both heavy and comforting. You walked down the stairs together, side by side, neither of you saying anything until you reached the kitchen again. The air felt different, softer somehow, like the tension that had been there for years had finally started to lift.
Jisung was the first to break the silence.
âHow do you feel?â he asked quietly, leaning against the counter.
You looked up at him, surprised by the question. âWhat?â
He gave a small shrug, his eyes never leaving yours. âYou looked⌠I donât know. Upset. When I was holding her.â
You blinked, caught off guard. âYou noticed that?â
He nodded. âOf course I did.â
You exhaled a small laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. âI wasnât upset. I mean⌠maybe a little. But not in the way you think.â
He tilted his head slightly, waiting. You leaned back against the counter opposite him, the distance between you filled with unspoken things. âI justââ You hesitated, your voice trembling slightly. âI regret not telling her sooner. Or telling you sooner. I feel like I made such a mess of everything. I thought I was doing what was best, butâŚâ You trailed off, your eyes finding the floor. âMaybe I was just scared.â
He took a small step forward, his voice low but steady. âHey,â he said softly, âdonât do that. Donât blame yourself.â
You shook your head. âHow can I not? You missed everything. Her first word, her first steps, her birthdays. All because Iââ
ââdid what you thought you had to,â he interrupted gently. âAnd you were right to protect her. I donât blame you.â
You looked up then, your eyes meeting his. âYou donât?â
He smiled faintly and shook his head. âNo. Iâm just⌠grateful I know now. Grateful she knows. And I meant what I said.. sheâll have me in her life from now on. Iâm not going anywhere.â
Something in the way he said it so calm, so certain it made your chest ache all over again, but this time in the best way.
You looked at him quietly, eyes soft. âYou really mean that?â
He nodded, a faint smile curving his lips. âForever.â
You breathed out a small laugh, shaking your head. âYouâre really not going to let me feel guilty about this, huh?â
He stepped a little closer, close enough that his voice dropped to a low murmur. âNot when Iâm finally where Iâm supposed to be.â
Your heart caught in your throat at that, at the way he looked at you, like he wasnât just talking about Ara, but about you, too.
And for the first time in years, you didnât feel the weight of regret anymore. You just felt⌠whole.
You smiled softly, brushing your fingers through your hair. âSheâs lucky to have you, you know.â
He grinned, his voice gentle. âNo. Iâm lucky to have both of you.â
You didnât reply, you couldnât. Not with your heart pounding the way it was. You just smiled, small and quiet, before glancing toward the stairs where Ara slept.
The dim glow from the kitchen light spilled faintly across the counter, illuminating the half-empty glasses you both had forgotten about. You leaned against the sink, arms loosely crossed, your body finally relaxing for the first time in hours.
Jisung stood across from you, hands in his pockets, his eyes soft and a little distant as if he was still replaying the last few hours in his head. You could tell he was overthinking, you could always tell. The way his fingers fidgeted, the way he chewed the inside of his cheek.
Finally, he looked up at you.
âSo,â he said, his voice breaking the quiet. âWhat happens now?â
You blinked at him, caught off guard by the question. âWhat do you mean?â you asked, even though you already knew exactly what he meant.
He gave you a flat look, one brow lifting. âDonât do that.â
âDo what?â you teased, the corner of your mouth tugging upward.
He huffed, rolling his eyes in that way that made him look far too boyish for someone who had just spent the entire evening holding his sleeping daughter. âYou know what I mean.â
You smiled, soft but playful, pushing yourself off the counter to stand closer to him. âMaybe I do,â you said, your voice low, âbut maybe I just want to hear you say it.â
He let out a quiet laugh under his breath, shaking his head, but his eyes didnât leave yours. âIâm justââ He hesitated, searching for the right words. âI donât know where we stand now. With⌠us.â
That last word came out a little fragile, a little uncertain like he was afraid to even say it out loud.
You tilted your head slightly, looking at him. The distance between you wasnât much, just a few steps, but it felt heavier somehow, charged.
âI think,â you said slowly, âthat weâre okay.â
He looked at you skeptically, like he didnât quite believe that could be true after everything. âOkay?â
You nodded, your lips curving faintly. âYeah. Iâm okay with⌠this. With going slow.â
He raised an eyebrow. âSlow?â
You nodded again, stepping a little closer. âMhm. But,â you added, your tone shifting, playful and warm, âIâm also okay with you coming over whenever you want. Spending time with Ara. And maybeâŚâ You paused just long enough for him to raise his brows in amusement. âMaybe with me, too.â
He chuckled, his voice low. âMaybe?â
You grinned, pretending to think. âMaybe even kissing.â
That finally pulled a full laugh out of him, the kind that made his shoulders relax, his eyes light up again. It was that same laugh you hadnât realized youâd missed so much.
âMaybe, huh?â he repeated, smirking faintly. âI can work with âmaybe.ââ
You rolled your eyes but couldnât hide your smile. âDonât get cocky.â
He lifted his hands in mock surrender, still grinning. âNo promises.â
The teasing softened then, the air between you growing quieter, heavier again, but in a way that didnât feel awkward anymore. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, the kind of closeness that had once been so familiar it hurt to remember.
He took a small step closer, close enough that his fingers brushed against yours. âSo,â he murmured, âif I kissed you right nowâŚâ
You pretended to think about it, eyes flicking to his lips for just a second before looking up again. âThen I guess we wouldnât be moving too fast.â
That was all the invitation he needed.
He leaned in slowly, his hand finding the side of your face, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone before his lips met yours, softer this time, less desperate than the last, but no less charged. It was careful, steady, like he was testing the weight of what it meant now.
You smiled into the kiss before pulling away, your hand still resting lightly on his chest.
âSee?â you whispered. âNot too fast.â
He chuckled, his forehead resting against yours, his voice barely above a murmur. âFeels just right.â
You laughed quietly, your heart light for the first time in a long time.
Maybe it really could be simple this time, maybe love didnât have to be rushed or perfect, just honest. He stepped back finally, eyes still soft on you. âSo I can come by tomorrow?â
You grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. âYou donât even have to ask anymore.â
He nodded once, satisfied, and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair. âGood. Because I probably wouldâve shown up anyway.â
You laughed as he headed toward the door. âI figured.â
When he turned back one last time, his smile was smaller, gentler, but it carried something deeper. âGoodnight.â
âGoodnight, Jisung.â
And when the door closed behind him, you stood there for a moment, fingertips brushing your lips, still tasting the warmth of his kiss.â¨You didnât know exactly what would happen next, but for the first time in a long time, that uncertainty didnât scare you.
The smell of motor oil and metal had become strangely comforting again, maybe because every time you stepped into the shop, you were met with the sight of Jisungâs smile.
You and he were together again properly, fully this time. Not just a fragile maybe or a slow rekindling, but together.And somehow, everything felt like it had finally fallen into place the way it was always meant to.
Ara had practically made the shop her second home.â¨After school, sheâd bounce through the front door still in her little uniform, her backpack swinging from her shoulder and a juice box in hand. She always swore sheâd do her homework there, and though you knew that was a lie, you couldnât bring yourself to stop her. She just wanted to be near Jisung to help him, talk his ear off, hand him tools and distract Seojin every five minutes.
Every evening, when youâd pick her up, sheâd smell faintly of the shop, a mix of oil and sweetness and chatter the entire ride home about how âDaddy let me help with the tires today!â or âDaddy said Iâm the best helper ever!â
Youâd only smile, your heart swelling every single time she said it. Daddy.
It had taken years, tears, and patience but now, there it was. Natural. Easy. Hers.
And now, your family was growing again.â¨You rested a hand on your round, nine-month belly as you walked through the shop doors one afternoon, the sound of Araâs laughter and Seojinâs groaning still echoing faintly from earlier. Jisung looked up from under the hood of a car the moment he heard the bell above the door chime.
âShouldnât you be in bed?â he called out, already wiping his hands on a rag and walking toward you with that half-scolding, half-worried look heâd perfected over the last few months.
You rolled yourself over to him on a rolling chair that was clearly too small for you now, grinning. âShouldnât you be happy to see your very pregnant wife?â
He gave you that look, the one that was a mixture of exasperation and love. âYouâre nine months, babe. You should be resting. At home. In bed.â
You sighed dramatically, resting a hand on your belly. âI get lonely at home. Youâre here all day, Araâs at school⌠itâs just me and baby girl. She doesnât exactly make great conversation.â
He couldnât help but laugh, leaning down to peck your lips before straightening back up to grab his clipboard. âSheâs giving you a hard time again?â
You nodded with an exaggerated pout. âAlways. She moves nonstop. I think sheâs trying to fix cars from the inside.â
That made him laugh harder, the sound echoing in the shop. He leaned his hip against the counter, scribbling something down while glancing over at you every few seconds still half worried, half amused.
You leaned back in the chair, sighing heavily, pretending to be bored. âYouâre no fun anymore,â you teased. âRemember when we used to have fun in this shop?â
He smirked, not looking up from his notes. âYeah, I also remember how that fun got us here in the first place.â
You laughed out loud, shaking your head. âTouchĂŠ.â
He grumbled under his breath, heading back to work, though his eyes flicked toward you every few seconds like he didnât quite trust you not to suddenly go into labor which, ironically, youâd joked about at least a dozen times in the past week.
Youâd done it when he came out of the office, when he was under a car, when he was halfway through his sandwich.â¨He was done falling for it.
So when you sat quietly now, watching him work from across the shop, and suddenly felt something warm and unmistakable gush down your legs, you froze. Your eyes widened.â¨Your hands immediately gripped the armrests of the chair.
âOh no,â you whispered.
From across the shop, Jisungâs muffled voice called out, âYou okay over there?â
You hesitated for a second before saying it out loud. âUh⌠my water broke.â
He snorted from under the car. âYeah, right. Nice try, baby. Youâre not getting me again.â
âJisung,â you said, your voice firm now. âIâm not joking.â
Still, he didnât even look up. âMhm. Thatâs what you said last week too. Iâm not falling for it.â
âJisung!â
He groaned, finally pulling himself out from under the car and wiping his hands with his rag as he approached you. âYouâre seriously obsessed with this jokeââ
And then he stopped.
His eyes dropped to the small puddle beneath you. His entire face went blank.
â...oh my God.â
You gave him a tight, nervous smile. âTold you.â
He blinked. âYouâre serious?â
You nodded. âVery.â
And then panic.
He spun around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet, shouting for Seojin, who rushed in wide-eyed.â¨âWhat?! What happened?!â
âSheâ herâ babyâ waterâ hospitalâ now!â Jisung stammered, grabbing for his keys, his jacket, his phone in that exact order and then all over again because he couldnât seem to remember what he was doing.
You couldnât help it, you started laughing. âCalm down, Sungâ Iâm okay!â
He turned to you, frazzled and pale and completely undone. âYouâre not supposed to be okay! Youâre supposed to beâ we need to go!â
âThen help me up,â you teased.
He rushed over immediately, one hand on your back, the other on your belly like he could somehow keep everything together by sheer willpower. âOkay, okay, donât move too fast. I got you.â
You smiled up at him through your nerves, and he looked down at you terrified, breathless, but beaming all the same.
âGuess itâs time,â you whispered.
âYeah,â he said, his voice soft, awe-struck. âItâs time.â
And as he helped you to the car, still muttering frantic instructions to himself, you couldnât stop smiling. This was it. The moment everything came full circle. From that first heartbreak to forgiveness, to rebuilding a family that had once been broken and now, growing.
You reached for his hand as he started the car, your fingers lacing together.â¨He squeezed back, glancing at you with a grin that was half panic, half pure joy.
âYouâre never gonna let me live this down, are you?â he muttered.
You laughed breathlessly. âNot a chance.â
And as he sped toward the hospital, your laughter filled the car, the same laughter that once filled the shop, the same one Ara always called her favorite sound. Now, it carried something else too, the sound of everything beginning again.
-
The sun filtered softly through the hospital curtains the next morning, painting the room in pale gold. Everything felt quiet, almost sacred, the kind of quiet that came after a long storm. The kind that held peace, exhaustion, and a strange kind of joy all tangled together.
Jisung hadnât slept. Not really.
Heâd spent most of the night sitting in the chair beside your bed, watching both of you sleep, you, finally resting peacefully for the first time in hours, and the tiny bundle in the clear bassinet by your side, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady rhythm. Every little sound she made every soft sigh, every squeaky yawn sent a pang of awe through him. He hadnât even realized how long heâd been staring until you stirred awake and caught him.
You smiled, voice still soft from sleep. âYouâre staring again.â
He grinned sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. âCan you blame me?â
You shook your head, amused, before turning your gaze toward the baby. âShe looks like you when she sleeps.â
Jisung laughed quietly, but the sound was thick with emotion. âI donât think Iâve ever been compared to something that perfect before.â
The peaceful moment didnât last long before the conversation turned practical. You were trying to convince him again that it was time for him to go pick up Ara. Heâd been dreading it all morning.
Not because he didnât want Ara to meet her baby sister, he wanted nothing more than that but because every time he looked at you, pale but glowing, and saw the baby sleeping beside you, his chest clenched at the idea of walking away even for an hour.
âI can go later,â heâd said for the fifth time, running a hand through his messy hair. âYou should rest. Iâll just stay a bit longer.â
You gave him that look, the one that meant he was being stubborn again. âJisung,â you said softly, âweâre okay. Really. You wonât even be gone that long.â
He frowned, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. âWhat if you need something while Iâm gone?â
âIâll call the nurse,â you replied with a small smile. âAnd besides, Araâs probably bouncing off the walls right now. Sheâs been waiting all night.â
He groaned quietly, rubbing his face. He knew you were right. Ara had been calling every hour since last night, first asking if her baby sister was born, then if she could come âright now,â and then asking what her name was, all while your sister tried to convince her to get some sleep.
âIâll be fine,â you promised again, reaching for his hand. âGo get our girl.â
He squeezed your hand gently, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, then one to the babyâs tiny head. âIâll be fast,â he murmured.
You laughed. âGo, Jisung.â
It took everything in him to finally walk out the door.
-
Ara was already waiting by the front door when Jisung pulled up to your sisterâs house. Her little backpack was slung over her shoulder, and she was practically bouncing in place, hair half-tied and face glowing with excitement.
The moment she saw him step out of the car, she sprinted toward him with a squeal.
âDaddy!â
Jisung crouched down just in time to catch her as she launched into his arms, giggling breathlessly. He held her close, heart swelling at the sound of that word, Daddy. Sheâd been using it more often lately, and every time she did, it hit him like the first time all over again.
âHey, princess,â he said softly, smoothing a hand over her hair. âYou ready to meet your baby sister?â
Ara nodded so fast he thought her head might fall off. âYes! I even made her something!â
She pulled back proudly, rummaging through her backpack before presenting a folded piece of paper that looked like it had been colored within an inch of its life. Jisung unfolded it carefully and the second he saw it, his throat tightened.
It was a drawing, one of her little family pictures she always made, full of uneven stick figures and hearts.â¨Only this one was different.
It used to just be you and Ara, two little figures holding hands under a big yellow sun. Then sheâd started adding him, always drawn a little taller, with brown hair and a big smile. But this oneâŚ
Now there were four.
Ara. You. Jisung. And a tiny baby in your arms, wrapped in a pink blanket.
He stared at it for a long moment, the lump in his throat growing too big to swallow. âYou drew this?â
Ara nodded proudly. âLast night! Auntie said I had to go to sleep but I wanted to finish it first. Itâs us now. All of us.â
Jisung blinked hard, his vision blurring a little. He couldnât even find the words for how full his heart felt.
He ruffled her hair, smiling through the emotion that was threatening to spill over. âItâs perfect,â he said softly. âSheâs going to love it.â
Ara beamed, clutching the drawing to her chest as they got in the car. She talked the entire way to the hospital about how she was going to hold the baby, and how she was going to teach her to draw and share her crayons, and how sheâd help change diapers. He laughed the whole time, letting her excitement fill the car like sunlight.
When they finally arrived at the hospital, Ara nearly tripped over her own feet running down the hallway. Jisung had to grab her hand before she darted into the wrong room.
âSlow down, Ara,â he chuckled, âyour sisterâs not going anywhere.â
âBut Iâve been waiting forever!â she whispered loudly, making a passing nurse smile.
And when they finally stepped into your room, all that endless energy paused.
Ara froze by the door, her little hand still gripping Jisungâs.
You were sitting up slightly in bed, the baby nestled in your arms, wrapped in a soft blanket. The moment Ara saw her, her whole face softened.
âSheâs so tiny,â she whispered, eyes wide with awe.
You smiled, motioning her closer. âCome say hi, sweetheart.â
Ara took slow, careful steps toward the bed, her small hands fidgeting nervously. Jisung stayed back, just watching, heart full to the brim.
You shifted the baby slightly, letting Ara see her better. âThis is your baby sister.â
Ara peered closer, her little face glowing with wonder. âHi, baby,â she whispered shyly, brushing her fingers gently over the blanket. âIâm Ara. Iâm your big sister.â
The baby stirred slightly, and Ara gasped softly like sheâd just witnessed magic.
Jisung bit the inside of his cheek to keep from tearing up again.
You smiled at Ara. âSheâs lucky to have you, you know.â
Ara beamed proudly. âIâm gonna take care of her. Like you and Daddy take care of me.â
Jisungâs breath caught. You looked up at him then, eyes meeting his across the room, that same quiet, wordless connection youâd always had.
And for the first time since everything began, everything truly felt right.
He crossed the room and slipped his arm gently around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as Ara carefully leaned against the bed, showing the baby her drawing.
âSheâs already got her first fan,â you whispered with a smile.
Jisung chuckled softly. âLooks like it.â
The three of you sat there in that soft, golden light, Ara talking softly to her baby sister, you resting against Jisung, and the newborn curled between you, a picture that looked like something out of a dream.
And when Ara finally looked up at both of you, grinning ear to ear and said, âNow weâre all here,â Jisung felt his heart settle into something steady and whole.
He smiled, voice barely a whisper. âYeah, baby. Weâre all here.â
Jisung didnât know how long heâd been standing there.â¨The hospital room wasnât big, it was modest and softly lit, curtains drawn just enough to let the afternoon sun paint the room gold. The faint hum of machines and the quiet rhythm of your babyâs breathing filled the silence. And yet, to Jisung, it felt like time had completely stopped.
You were sitting up on the hospital bed, your hair still slightly messy, your face tired but glowing in that way only new mothers did, the kind of glow that came from love rather than rest. Ara was sitting beside you, half on the bed, half leaning into your side, her tiny hands tucked protectively around her newborn sisterâs blanket.
And Jisung⌠he just stood there, frozen a few feet away, watching the scene unfold as though he were afraid to blink and break it.
You were quietly explaining to Ara how her baby sister couldnât talk yet, how the soft coos and sleepy smiles were her way of saying she loved her. Ara listened, completely absorbed, her face serious in that way only childrenâs faces could be when they were trying very hard to understand something that mattered.
âShe already loves you, you know,â you said softly to Ara, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. âEven if she canât say it yet. Babies know their family. She knows youâre her big sister.â
Araâs face brightened immediately. âReally?â
âReally,â you whispered, smiling.
Jisung felt something ache deep in his chest, not a painful kind of ache, but the sort that came when something inside you had been locked away for too long, and it finally started to open again. He watched Ara giggle softly, the sound light and full of joy, her small hand gently touching her baby sisterâs fingers. He didnât dare speak. He didnât dare move. He just⌠stared. Because for so long, he never thought this moment would exist.
He remembered the first time youâd left, the day everything fell apart between you two. The shouting, the slamming door, the quiet that came afterward. He remembered nights when heâd walk home to an empty apartment, convincing himself he was better off alone, only to end up sitting in the dark thinking about you anyway.
He remembered Chan and Minho trying to talk sense into him.â¨âJust let her go, man,â Minho had said once, voice low but not unkind. âPeople move on.ââ¨âYeah,â Chan added softly. âYou deserve to too.â
And Jisung had tried. God, heâd tried. Heâd gone out, kept busy, buried himself in work. But it never worked. Because no matter what he did, every love song, every drive home, every quiet moment all of it led back to you.
You, the girl whoâd loved him once. You, the woman heâd lost. You, the mother of the little girl he didnât even know was his.
And now here you were, both of you sitting in the same room, with another tiny life that the two of you had created together.
He swallowed hard, blinking back the warmth that pricked at his eyes. He didnât want to cry. Not now. Not when everything was finally right.
It wasnât until you called for him that he snapped out of it.
âHey,â you said softly, your voice pulling him back from his thoughts. âSung?â
He blinked, looking at you. You were watching him, a soft smile tugging at your lips, the kind that said I see right through you.
âYou okay?â you asked.
He laughed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to hide the way his throat tightened. âYeah,â he said quietly, shaking his head. âYeah, Iâm⌠Iâm more than okay.â
You tilted your head a little, the corner of your mouth curving up knowingly.
He took a slow step forward, then another, until he was right beside the bed. He leaned in, pressing a small kiss to your lips, light, quick, but full of everything he couldnât say out loud.
When he pulled back, Ara was watching him with a small, sleepy grin, clearly proud of herself for being part of this family moment. He chuckled and crouched down beside her, brushing her hair from her forehead before pressing a kiss there too.
âYou did a great job today, sweetheart,â he murmured.
Araâs eyes sparkled. âI did?â
âYeah,â he said softly, smiling. âYouâre already the best big sister ever.â
She beamed, her cheeks warm with pride, and nestled closer to you.
And Jisung just stayed there for a moment, crouched beside the two of you, watching as Araâs small fingers traced patterns on her baby sisterâs blanket, as your hand reached out to rest gently on his shoulder, grounding him.
He finally had everything heâd ever wanted.â¨Not fame, not success, not the perfect life, just this. You. Ara.â¨And the tiny new life between you both that made the world feel like it had started all over again.
He didnât say it out loud, he didnât need to.â¨It was in the way he looked at you, in the way his fingers brushed your wrist, in the way his heart slowed just enough to realize that for the first time in years⌠he wasnât running from anything.
He was home.
-
The house was finally quiet.The kind of quiet that only came after chaos, the good kind, but chaos nonetheless. The baby had finally gone down after what could only be described as her first official meltdown. Jisung had been panicking, pacing the room with wide eyes as if the world might end because his tiny daughter had decided to test out her lungs. You had been trying to calm both of them, your newborn and your overly anxious husband.
Now, an hour later, peace had settled in like a warm blanket. The lights in the living room were low, the hum of the night barely audible through the slightly cracked window. Ara was curled up on the couch, a small blanket tangled around her legs. Sheâd been so proud of herself all day, helping Jisung fetch diapers, holding the baby bottle, whispering soft lullabies that somehow turned into nonsense songs halfway through. It was no wonder sheâd fallen asleep the second her head hit the cushion.
You were sitting on the other end of the couch, your legs tucked under you, one hand resting over your belly where the phantom ache of labor still lingered. Jisung sat beside you, a little too close, his arm stretched across the back of the couch behind you, protective, as always.
He was watching you the way he always did lately carefully, quietly, like he was memorizing you in every possible moment.
âHow are you feeling?â he asked suddenly, his voice soft but still laced with concern.
You turned your head to look at him, a smile tugging at your lips. âThatâs the hundredth time youâve asked me that since she was born.â
He grinned sheepishly, leaning his head back against the couch. âCanât I be worried about you?â
âYou can,â you teased, âbut you might need a new question soon.â
He chuckled, leaning over to press a quick kiss to your lips. The touch was light gentle, familiar, comforting. âFine,â he murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheek. âThen hereâs a new one, how do you feel about our little chaos machine?â
You laughed softly. âSheâs perfect. Loud, but perfect.â
âYeah,â he breathed, eyes softening. âSheâs something else.â
The silence that followed wasnât awkward; it was peaceful. The kind of silence that only existed when two people had already said everything important in a hundred ways before.
Jisungâs eyes wandered to Ara sleeping on the couch and then to the closed nursery door down the hall. When he spoke again, his voice had that quiet weight to it, a mix of disbelief and gratitude.
âIâm happy,â he said finally, his tone almost like a confession. âLike⌠really happy. I didnât think I could ever feel thisââ He broke off, shaking his head, smiling softly. âMy family feels complete.â
You looked at him, heart swelling, and nodded. âMine too.â
He turned to meet your gaze then, and you saw it, the same boy who once made you laugh until your stomach hurt, the same one who used to frustrate you beyond reason, the one you left, the one you found again.
âIâve never been so glad that my car broke down,â you said quietly, smiling at the memory. âNot once. Until that day.â
Jisung snorted, his eyes crinkling with amusement. âYou were so stubborn then.â
âI was still mad at you,â you admitted with a laugh. âYou canât really blame me.â
âI know,â he said softly. He reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours. âAnd I donât. I deserved that.â
There was a pause, not tense, but thoughtful. He squeezed your hand. âStill⌠Iâm sorry. For back then. For how things ended. I shouldâve been better. For you. For Ara.â
You shook your head gently, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. âIt doesnât matter anymore. Really. Because if things hadnât gone the way they didâŚâ You gestured around the room, to Ara, to the quiet nursery, to the home youâd built together. âWe wouldnât be here now.â
Jisung looked at you like he was trying to commit that moment to memory your words, your face, the softness in your tone.
âThings couldnât be more perfect,â you added quietly, leaning your head against his shoulder.
He smiled to himself, tracing small circles over your hand. âYou know, sometimes I still canât believe it all worked out.â
âWhat do you mean?â
He laughed under his breath. âThink about it â your car breaking down that day, then Ara losing her bunny, then the car breaking down again when you came to pick it upââ
You groaned playfully. âDonât remind me.â
ââand every single one of those things brought you back to me,â he finished, grinning proudly. âTell me thatâs not fate.â
You tilted your head back, laughing softly. âYouâre really cute when you say stuff like that.â
âIâm serious!â he said, feigning offense. âItâs fate. 100 percent. The universe just had to make your car break down twice to get my attention again.â
You laughed so hard you nearly woke Ara. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd you canât deny it,â he teased, leaning in until his nose brushed yours.
âFine,â you whispered, smiling against his lips. âMaybe fate just got impatient.â
âExactly.â
He kissed you again then slow, warm, and full of everything words couldnât quite say. When a wailing cry cut through the silence.
Both of you groaned, Jisung more dramatically.â¨"She really knows how to time these things."
You laughed, pushing lightly against his chest.â¨"Stop. Sheâs a baby."
He stood up with a huff that was mostly playful, making his way toward the nursery.â¨"She interrupted Mommy and Daddy time," he muttered under his breath with a pout.
You stifled a laugh behind your hand, watching him disappear into the hallway. A few seconds later, the crying quieted as Jisungâs voice filled the room, soft and soothing, as he swayed her gently in his arms.
You leaned back into the couch, a hand resting over your belly instinctively even though it was no longer full. Your heart was.
Somehow, after all the chaos, after all the heartbreak and missed years, you were here. You were a family.
