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Pairing: Dad!Kun x female!reader, Softhusband!Kun x Female!reader
Genre: Fluff, so much fluff.
Words: 2.1 k
Warnings: None~
Notes: This is the fluffiest shit I’ve written. I like to stick to smut but this idea was too cute not to. Enjoyy <3
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“Daiyu, DAIYU, NO, NO, NO, THE CARPET-” Kun runs from the kitchen, snatching the paint brush out of his daughter’s hands before it could stain the carpet.
Daiyu looks up at her dad and giggles.
“Daddy will finish cooking in a minute, and then I can play with Daiyu, hmm?” Kun places the paint brush down carefully before taking his daughter into his arms with a big smile.
“Okay, Dada,” Daiyu mumbles, smiling gummily just like her dad.
“My cute baby,” Kun kisses his daughter’s nose, watching her with heart eyes.
There was nothing in this world he loved more than his daughter and you. You two were his whole life, his whole world. He can’t put into words to what length he would go to protect the two of you.
“Does Daiyu want to help daddy cook? Hmm?” Daiyu nods, and Kun smiles, carrying her to the kitchen with him.
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“I’m home~” you sighed, taking your work heels off. It felt so good to finally take those off and put on some slippers.
“Mommy!” your daughter runs towards you, and you open your arms for her.
“Ah, mommy’s sweetheart!” you twirl her around, kissing her.
“Hi Kun,” you smile, staring at your husband.
“Hi, baby,” he pecks your lips softly, hugging you both.
“There’s flour all over you two,” you laugh, reaching a hand out to wipe the flour off Kun’s cheek.
“Our little monster here was playing with flour while I was cooking,” He reaches a hand out to pinch Daiyu’s floury cheek.
“Did you cook dinner?”
“Yeah, today’s your first day going back to work, I decided I’d cook for you,” Kun kissed your cheeks.
“Thank you, love. I had a hell of a day, so much work to catch up on,” you kissed his cheek.
“Okay, okay, now, go take a bath, I’ll wash Daiyu up,” Kun said, scooping your daughter out of your hands.
“I’ll take a bath before sleep,” you mumble, walking to your bedroom to clean up. Taking a bath before bed was your favorite thing to do since you’d have so much time for yourself. You decided to just clean up for now and take a full bath later.
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“Dinner’s ready,” Kun placed the last dish on the dining table, smiling.
Dinner went by with a lot of laughing, giggling and talking, and you couldn’t take your eyes off Kun. You’d gotten so lucky with him, you couldn’t believe that the bestest of a father and a husband was here with you, tied to you.
You were in your thoughts as you washed the dishes, an unknowing smile lifted onto your face.
“What’re you thinking about?” you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. You could tell it was Kun by the way his smell drifted to you. His arms weren't a stranger to you either. His head rested on your shoulder and he nuzzled into your touch, like a baby.
“Nothing, just thinking about how lucky I got with you and our daughter,” you smiled, turning your head to look at him. Your lips were centimeters away from his, and if you just moved a little, you could touch his lips.
It’s been over 4 years, you should be used to him by now. But you could never get used to him and his electrifying touch. There was so much love and passion in each of his touches, it was refreshing, calming, yet electrifying.
A smile bloomed on his handsome face, and he leaned forward to press his lips against yours. Your heart was beating against your ribcage so fast, you were afraid it was going to pop out for a minute. The dishes were stuck in your hands, the gloves still dripping with soapy water.
He pulled away and you opened your eyes, looking into his pretty ones.
“Should I do the dishes?” he smiled, his eyes still attached to your lips. You were like a drug, he could never have enough.
“I’ll finish up, you should go to bed,” you mumbled, stuck in the kiss. Your mind was stuck in the kiss. God, why were his lips so unbelievably soft.
“Okay, love. I’ll be waiting for you in bed,”
“Don’t wait, I have to take a bath too,” you said, and he kissed your cheek once again, his lips lingering a second longer before leaving you in the kitchen, stumped over him. He was your husband, for god’s sake, stop acting like he was your crush, you told yourself. He really was something else.
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Tired after a long day, you walked into the bathroom. A sigh left your lips as you slowly stripped out of your clothes, leaving them on the bathroom pole. Warm water poured over your exhausted skin and muscles, you closed your eyes relaxing for a moment. A bath was really all you needed. And maybe Kun too.
Meanwhile, Kun was waiting for you in bed. You seemed to be super exhausted. He knew that balancing your work and Daiyu and him wasn’t easy, he was trying his best to help you through it. But he wasn’t going to be there everyday to cook dinner. Today he took a day off for you and Daiyu, he couldn’t do that everyday. So maybe, he could help you deal with the stress for today.
Kun walked into Daiyu’s pastel pink room, peeking in and making sure the baby was asleep before making his way to the bathroom.
He stepped up in front of the bathroom door and slowly unlocked it. You don’t close the door when you shower, it’s a silly habit of yours.
Smiling, he closed the door behind you silently, stripping his shirt off of his torso. Slowly stripping off all his clothes, he stepped into the shower behind you.
You turned around when you heard the glass door open, and you found Kun staring back at you. What was he doing here?
“I thought you went to sleep?” you asked, staring at him through the steam.
“I wanted to join you for a bath, it’s been a while since we took a bath together,” he wrapped his arms around you, pressing your back to his torso. His touch was so much more welcoming than the water, you could have just melted onto him.
“Tell me about your day,” he said as he swayed you in his arms softly, and you couldn’t help but relax onto him.
“It was stressful, but everyone seemed to be excited about my comeback,” you smiled, leaning your head back onto his chest.
“See? I told you they’d miss you,” he smiled, slowly kissing your neck. You sighed, finally relaxing completely against his body.
“They said they missed me, it was nice to hear it even though I don’t like most of my colleagues,” you heard Kun laugh softly onto your skin, and he sighed.
“You’re my little ball of sunshine, of course they missed you.” Kun whispered into the crook of your neck. You could stay with him like this forever. He was your safe place, your everything.
He and your daughter were your whole world, your whole life. You couldn’t ask for anything at this very moment, because you were so happy. So happy to have such a supporting husband, a beautiful, intelligent daughter, and your dream job back in your hands. It was going to get busy, but you were so so so happy. So content with your life, you wouldn’t exchange it for anything else.
“Kun,” you turned around, raising your hands to brush back his wet hair.
“Hmm?”
You wrapped your arms around him and buried yourself into his chest, feeling him wrap his arms around you again.
“I love you so much,”
“I love you too,” he whispered, letting the warm water run over both your shoulders.
Kun picks up the body wash and pours a little onto the scrub, fluffing it with bubbles. He pressed it onto your skin and slowly started scrubbing, letting you lean back onto him.
He whispered soft assurances and praises into your ears, his hands scrubbing your body.
After he had helped you wash off the soap from your body, he picked up the shampoo and made sure you were facing him as he lathered the shampoo into your hair. He was so soft with his touches, like you were cotton candy.
“You’ll always be the best, my princess,” he whispered, asking you to close your eyes and lathering more shampoo into your hair.
He stepped out of the shower and got you a towel, as well as one for himself. He tied the towel around his waist, and helped you tie one around your body. He helped you dry your hair, and then dry yourself while still telling you that he loved all your pretty insecurities.
Fuck, how had you gotten him to fall in love with you, you needed to know your own secret.
He wrapped his arms around you, leading you to your shared bedroom, sitting you down and getting you a pair of clothes. The pair of clothes being your sweat pants and his shirt.
“Do you want me to look away as you get dressed?” He asked you softly, so gently, that if you weren’t paying attention to his every word and every feature, you wouldn’t hear him.
“Your choice, I don’t mind,” you whispered back, letting the towel down as you pulled his shirt over your head. He paid his attention to the candles in the room as you dressed, slowly lighting the candles one by one.
“You changed the sheets?” you asked, your fingertips brushing against the smooth red silky sheets under you.
“Ah, I cleaned around the room while you were gone, it wasn’t the neatest, you know,” he chuckled as you laughed, finally leaving the lighter in the drawer before walking to you.
He was still in his towel, and god, did he look ravishing. The towel sat low on his waits, his vline peeking out. He liked to keep his body built and you were the lucky one with that choice ‘cause, hell, what an eye candy.
“Done staring, darling?” he asks, his gaze locked onto you.
“A-ah,” you blushed bright red, looking away.
“I’ll get some clothes on, unless you don’t want me to,” he walked to your wardrobe and picked out a black shirt with grey sweats. You could see a smirk play on his lips, his tongue ran across his top lips, and that made your heartbeat go through the roof.
“I’m laying down,” you hate how your voice shook, flustered.
Kun quickly slipped under the covers, his hands by your waist and softly rubbing your tummy.
“Baby,”
“Hmm?” you answered, eyes closed and relaxed in his warm embrace.
“Just remember you’re the prettiest, brightest, cutest, hottest, sexiest person I’ve met and I don’t even know how I’ve landed a woman like you. I’m so glad you’re my wife, so glad that you’re the mother of my child, and above all, that you’re an amazing woman. It’s going to be hard to balance Daiyu, me, and us all between all the work stress, but I’m going to try to help you through it, okay? I’m going to try my best to decrease the workload on you, and it’s going to fail sometimes. But just remember, if it gets hard, I’m always here for you. I’m not going anywhere, I’m always here for you. Don’t get insecure about your body, your personality or anything at all, because I’m going to tell you how beautiful you are and I’m going to make sure you know that. Me and Daiyu love you so much and we don’t know what we’ll ever do without you, so please, come to me when it gets hard, okay? I love you so much, baby.” Kun’s words hit you like a bullet train. Tears welled in your eyes and you looked up at him, teary eyed.
He smiled as he wiped away the tears in the corner of your eyes, his nose colliding softly with yours. One of his hands sat on your cheek, the other tightly wrapped around your waist.
“I don’t even know what to say, I can’t believe you’re my husband. I don’t think I can ever meet a man like you, Qian Kun. I love you so much, I can't put it into words. What you said means so much to me, so much. Fuck, I just love you so much, what will I do without you,” your voice was barely a whisper, but loud enough for Kun to hear it.
“I guess you’ll never know,” his lips meet yours in the softest, gentlest kiss, and his lips have you dreaming.
You were so happy, you possibly didn’t need anyone else but your family with you if you wanted to live through anything. Anything at all. He was your strength, your pillar and your daughter was your diamond, the result of your love for him.
Warnings: Boob play, Praise Slight degradation, Fingering, Nicknames, Doggy style, Creaming, Unsafe sex (Please stay safe and use protection!), Cheating, Divorce, Mentions of miscarraige, alcohol.
Words: 12.9 k
A/n: I would appreciate opinions on this one very deeply since this is a piece I’ve been working on for a long while. It feels empty that it’s finally done, and it’s my first piece that’s this long. Enjoy reading <3 and I have to tell you, read it with Stay by Chanyeol on repeat you'll cry, I did.
You were tired. So fucking tired of Sicheng and his shit. 15 years, and not once in the last few years has he looked at you lovingly. Hugged you properly. Touched you lovingly. Your marriage was falling apart and you were the only one that cared. Gave a shit. Dong Sicheng didn’t care about anything, that’s how it seemed to you.
“You’re home,” your mental health which was quite fine the day deteriorated quickly. Sicheng spares you a glance and nods, walking straight to your shared bedroom.
“Where’s Ju?” he asked, loosening his tie. “She’s in her room, I think she’s studying. I’m not sure,’’ you gulp, feeling your heart heavy.
“I’ll take a shower, call Ju down to eat.” he sounded cold, like how he’s always been.
You were helplessly in love with him, which is what hurt you. Sometimes, you’re his princess. Other times, you’re his servant who takes care of his child and feeds him without payment. You get his outfit ready everyday, yet he chooses something else to wear. Even when he does choose something else to wear, he ends up wearing the outfit you chose most of the time. He can’t do shit without you, and he knows that. Yet, he treats you like a stranger. You’re glad he loves your child, but sometimes you need a little loving too.
You nodded and went up the stairs to call Ju to eat.
“Ju, come down, Sicheng’s home,” you called out, waiting for her to answer.
“Coming, Mom,” you heard her answer. You walked to the kitchen to get the food on the table by the time Winwin had finished his shower.
“Mom,” you heard Ju as you moved to the other side to take another serving bowl.
“Yeah?”
“I love you,”
“Me too,” Ju came closer and hugged you from the back, resting her small figure over your back.
Ju was your only child. After Ju was born, you and Winwin tried for a child and got pregnant about 4 times, all for no vail. Miscarage after miscarage, you and Winwin gave up on a second child. But that was back when he actually loved you. You struggled a lot after Ju’s birth, mentelly and physically. Winwin helped you through them, but somewhere on the road, he lost interest in his family. You were worried that if Ju notices Winwin being cold to you and the background of your relationship, she’d think of something. She’d get worried. So you always tried your best to cover up the open wounds between you two in the eyes of your 14 year old, but it wasn’t enough. She knew. She knew how you stayed with him, how much you endured just to keep your family together. You clearly remember the time Ju asked you if everything was okay between you and Winwin, and you ended up breaking down. She knows all your problems partly, and you try your best to appear well. Even when you’re not.
You placed the last side dish on the table and from the corner of your eye, you could see Sicheng coming out of the bedroom.
“Dad!” Ju ran towards her father enthusiastically, Winwin opened his arms happily. A smile appeared on his face as he hugged his daughter, kissing her on her forehead repeatedly.
“Where were you, Ju? I didn’t see you when I came home,” Winwin smiled at her enderlingly, which she returned.
“I was studying, what about you dad, where were you yesterday?”
“Dad had a meeting and I returned late, sorry, boo,” Winwin kissed the tip of her nose, the smile never leaving his lips.
Winwin sat down on the dining table, the smile instantly leaving his lips as he spotted you in the corner of the table. His lips curled up just a little as he stared at you, giving you a soft smile. Your heart fluttered slightly, you smiled back at him.
You missed his smile, missed the way he’d look at you, missed the way he’d make you feel. The only time you saw his smile was when he was with Ju, and you weren’t complaining.
Lunch went by rather silently, with a few conversations here and there. You were tired from all the work you’d done from six in the morning, so you decided to lay down for a bit.
You sat down on the bed and sighed, plugging your phone in. Checking through the messages, you saw that your mom had called several times, making you worry.
You called her back immediately, tapping your foot impatient as you waited for her to pick up. She didn’t pick up the first time, so you called her again. And again. And again, until she picked up.
“What do you want, eh? I was boiling the damn dumplings, what is it?” your mom shouted on the other side of your phone, annoyed.
“Why did you call me so much? I was worried,”
“I forgot your recipe for the filling, that's why.”
“Why would you call like it was an emergency? I was so worried, mom,” you said, frustrated at her.
“It was an emergency, okay?”
“You could have waited until I called back– '' you saw Sicheng walk into the room, making you stop mid-sentence.
“I’ll call you later, mom,” you whispered and quickly cut the call with your mother, being overly aware of his presence.
You laid down and pulled the blanket up your legs, watching Sicheng come out of the bathroom through the blanket. He laid down next to you, eyes glued on his phone. You stared at his pretty features as he scrolled through his phone, a small shy smile appearing on your face.
“What are you staring at?” Sicheng asks, his eyes still on the phone screen.
“Huh? Uh– there was something on your cheeks, it's gone now,” you chuckled awkwardly, making Sicheng look towards you. Your heart beat in your chest faster than ever, and you watched as a smile made its way onto his face. You smiled at him and he smiled back, looking at you.
Winwin put his phone aside and laid down next to you, staring at you. Your eyes faltered and blood rushed to your cheeks. His jaw flexed slightly before he moved closer to you and put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
“Sicheng–”
“Hmm?” he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, a soft gasp left your lips.
Your hands tangled into his hair, running his locks through your fingers softly. He kissed your neck gently, making you giggle from the feeling.
“It’s been a while since we stayed together like this in bed,” Winwin whispered, his hot breath tickling your neck. He pulls away from your embrace and he pulls you under his embrace, his warmth providing comfort.
“Hmm…”
“I love you,” Winwin suddenly says, taking you aback. This doesn’t happen very often, what’s gotten into him?
“What’s wrong? I mean– I love you too, but what’s wrong?” you justify yourself, it’s really easy for him to jump to conclusions.
“I’ve been really stressed recently…” he said, and you pressed your head to his chest. You’re not sure when an opportunity like this will ever come again because staying in an intimate position with Winwin like this wasn’t common.
“Mhm,”
“The new project that I’ve started hasn’t been going too well, you know…” Winwin’s fingers traced patterns on the back of your waist, playing with the band of your skirt. Your breath became uneven at the contact. But he was talking to you about work. He never does that. He doesn’t talk to you all the less, but he was talking to you about work?
His big hand travels down your waist to your ass, his hand slowly shifted over the material of your skirt. He squeezed your ass, earning a broken gasp from you.
“Sicheng...”
“I know you’ve been really stressed recently, me too. Would you want to blow off some steam, sweetheart?” Sicheng was a smooth talker, you wouldn’t deny it. It been a while since you two had sex, and when you say a while, you mean like about a few years.
Sicheng pulled away and rolled on top of you, making you lay flat on your back.
“Sicheng, I–”
You were cut off by his lips on yours, moulding softly into the shape of your lips. You quickly responded to the kiss, his lips making butterflies erupt in your stomach.
You couldn’t dare refuse his lips, not after being stripped dry of it for so long.
Winwin bit your lips, and you automatically opened your mouth for him. His tongue felt good in your mouth after so long, and your hands instinctively raised into his locks.
“Mhm, fuck…” you moaned quietly as he smirked into the kiss, his hands resting on your cheek.
“Want to be fucked good by me? Hmm?” Winwin purred as he kissed lower down your neck, sucking and leaving marks. You were sure the marks would stay there for a while, red and purple in shade.
“Yes, yes please…” you whimpered, squirming. You were dripping wet under your skirt in a few minutes, and you wrapped your legs over his waist in an effort to get some friction.
“My eager little baby,” Winwin chuckled as he pulled his lips away from your neck and helped you take off your shirt.
“You wear such pretty lingerie on a daily basis?” Winwin eyed you hungrily. He wasn’t going to lie, you looked sexy in that white laced lined bra.
“I wear this on a daily basis, I didn’t know you’d like it,” you whispered shyly.
“Such a pretty baby, hmm?” he kissed you again, this time rougher.
“Pretty all for you,” you whispered into his lips as he kissed you, feeling a smirk.
Winwin pulled away from the kiss, followed by your heavy breathing. He leaned down lower to kiss down the center of your neck, down to your cleavage. Your bra was off in one swift move of Sicheng’s hand, making you gasp a little. Winwin smirked as he sucked on one nub, his finger working on the other.
You moaned his name out repeatedly, again and again as the underlying feeling of euphoria took over. Your hand slipped into his hair and he pinned them above your head with one of his hands, making you buck your hips.
He pulled away from your nub and placed his lips on the other one, repeating the same process.
Winwin kissed down your body to your stomach, and then lower. He pulled his lips away from your body as his hands played with the rim of your skirt, his lips coming up to kiss you.
He slipped his slender fingers under your skirt, pulling your underwear down and discarding it half-heartedly, all his attention on you.
“The skirt stays on, hmm?” Winwin said, and you nodded frivolously, just wanting him between your folds. Your skirt was above knee length, shorter than what you usually wore.
“So pretty,” he sat up, peeling the shirt off his torso, showing off the muscles he liked to keep.
You stared in awe and lust as you watched each curve of his muscles. He’s gotten more buff, you didn’t notice because he refuses to even change in front of you.
“You like it, baby? You like what you see?” Winwin took your hands and placed them on his chest.
“All yours, baby.”
You smiled and Sicheng leaned down to kiss you again, his hands going under your skirt. He played with your wetness in your hand for a bit, earning whines from you.
“Sicheng…” you whined as his nimble fingers circled around your hole, refusing to give it to you just like that.
You buck your hips in an attempt to grind on his fingers, but Sicheng enters two digits right then, tearing a loud moan from your throat.
“Ssh, quiet down, princess.” Winwin warned, his fingers thrusting in and out of you at a brutal pace.
Moans repeatedly tumbled off your lips as he rubbed your clit with his thumb and fucked his fingers into your helpless figure, watching you with lust in his eyes. A look you haven’t seen in a while. A look you want to see again.
"Sicheng, Sicheng, 'm close, so close," you moaned out, your hands clenching on the bed sheets. His face was now inches away from yours, just watching your expressions intentently. You looked so pretty coming undone for him, he couldn’t deny it.
“Come on my fingers, sweetheart, I know you want to,” Winwin purred, a sly smile on his face. Your hand flew up to his neck and pushed him into a kiss as you clenched on his fingers, getting closer to your high by second. You used the kiss as a way to silence your moans and moaned loudly into the kiss, cumming on his fingers. He trusted a few more times before he pulled his fingers out, his ring and middle finger slick with your cum.
“So messy, aren’t you, my love?” you nod as you catch your breath, your bare chest heaving up and down. He looked at your figure through the hair on his face, watching your each breath.
“Sicheng, I need you, please…”
“What do you need? Tell me baby, or I won’t know,”
“I need you to fuck me, please.”
Sicheng smirked winfully, getting up to slide his sweats off. Your eyes raked down his figure stopping at his underwear. He looked right into your eyes as he slipped off the last piece of clothing on his body, his eyes taking down your figure.
“Pretty little slut,” he whispered as he climbed back on the bed, taking a hold of your hips.
“On all fours baby.”
You knew what he meant. He wanted to take you from the back, yours and his favorite position. Turning on all fours, you looked back at Sicheng to see him stare at your ass.
His hands placed at your waist before pulling you back to the edge of the bed, lightly slapping your ass in the process. Taking both your hands, he held them tightly behind you. Lifting the skirt, he positioned his dick at your entrance, looking over to see if you were okay.
“You good, baby?”
He was checking on you. Maybe he still loved you.
“Yeah, yes, please,” you whined, leaning your hips back a little and sighing at the feel of the tip of his cock at your entrance.
Sicheng pushed in slowly, groaning at how tight you had gotten. It’s been a few years, surely you’d gotten a lot tighter.
“Fuck,” he groaned into your ear, his torso pressed flesh against your back. Pants and whimpers left your lips as he slowly thrusted in and out, the pain slowly turning into pleasure.
“Faster…” the words fell off your lips before you could register and the next thing you knew, Sicheng was manhandling you.
His hips snapped against yours faster and rougher, each thrust tearing a loud moan from your throat. He hit the spot several times, and you moaned louder in response.
“Fuck, Sicheng, I’m close, I’m close,” his name fell off your lips repeatedly, like it was a sort of mantra.
“Cum, baby. Cum like the fucking whore you are,” you moaned at the sentence, and came almost immediately after. Sicheng came right after you did, filling you up to the brim with cum.
“Face down.” you obeyed without question. Your pussy now fully on display for him, you could feel his eyes on you.
He ran his finger around your slit, admiring the view. Cum dripped out of your hole and you clenched around nothing, the sight was so pleasing for him.
“Look at your petty little hole, dripping with cum. Ah, so pretty,” Sicheng sighed before bringing his finger up to your clit, rubbing it in slow circular motion.
“Please...no,” you begged as he ran his finger up and plunged his fingers into you again, making you arch your back. He thrusted in and out harshly, and you cried out. The newfound angle hit different spots and you loved every moment of it, and you never wanted it to stop.
Your legs shook violently as you came again for the third time, tears running down your cheeks. “That's it, good girl. You did so well for me,” Winwin whispered as he released your hands, turning you over. You lay on your back, breathless and exhausted. Winwin came over and kissed your lips softly, wrapping his arms around you.
“You’re the prettiest woman I ever laid my eyes on,” he whispered softly as he turned you over to your side, kissing softly on your neck. His hands went to the skirt on your body and slipped it off before throwing it somewhere in the room.
“Stop lying,” you giggled, pulling his hand over your waist.
“I’m not lying, I’m serious,” Winwin laughs, pulling the blanket over you two.
“Sleep while there’s still time,” you say and turn around to place a playful kiss on his lips, making him smile.
This was the Sicheng you fell in love with. The Sicheng you married. Playful, affectionate and open. Never lacking in bed or anywhere else. The perfect man you thought fell out of love with you.
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You woke up first, despite being exhausted. Sicheng’s hand was draped tightly around you, his chest pressed against your back. He felt so warm, and smelt like home. You moved around slightly to get up and get his clothes ready, he came home for lunch. He had to go back to work since he’d only excused himself for lunch.
“Where are you going?” you heard his sleepy voice as you sat up, holding the comforter close to your chest.
“I’ll get your clothes ready, you have to head to work,” you smiled at him, admiring his sleepy face. There wasn’t one moment he wasn’t handsome.
“Just stay in bed for a little longer,” he pulled you into his arms again, this time your chest pressed against his. Your whole face flushed red, but it seemed like Sicheng couldn’t care.
“Y–you’ll be late,”
“I don’t care, just stay with me, please…”
When was the last time Sicheng behaved like this? You don’t remember. He used to be clingy, affectionate and loving, but that was before he changed. What suddenly got into him?
You melted into his warmth and closed your eyes, just staying in his embrace just like this. You missed him, his smell, his everything.
“You’ll be late, Sicheng, that isn’t good now, is it? Is that how a CEO becomes a role model?” you ask him.
“Please, just a little more. Let’s just stay like this…”
“Nope, get up.” you pulled away from his embrace, not that you wanted to. He was going to be late if you just kept cuddling like this. Plus, if he does come home that night, he’ll have you the whole night with him.
A whine erupted from him, making you laugh. “I’ll have to wait till I come home to see you again,” he frowned.
“If you come home tonight, I’ll let you have me to yourself,” you leaned down to whisper in his ear, pulling away after. His eyes narrowed and he gave you a sly smile before lifting himself off the bed.
You picked your bra up from the corner of the bed and moved the comforter to put it on. As you were hooking the bra, you caught Winwin’s stare.
“What?” you immediately covered your nipples, staring at him.
He came closer to you and kneeled down before you at the low bed, eye level with you.
“You’re just so pretty I can hardly keep my hands off you,” his hands went to your waist and pulled you onto his lips, kissing them harshly.
“Winwin…” you pushed his chest softly, giving him the choice to either pull away or continue. You wanted him to continue.
Winwin pulled away, giving you space to breathe.
“You’re going to be late,”
“We still have 2 more hours, care for a shower, baby?”
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“I’ll be home today,” Sicheng waved as he quickly placed a kiss on Ju’s forehead before hurrying into the car. As expected, he’d become late.
“Mom, are you okay?” you saw Ju smirk, staring at you.
“What?”
“You don’t expect a concealer to do all the work, right? I can still see the purple marks, mom.” Ju sighed, pointing out a hickey on your collarbone.
“Oh– uh–” you laughed nervously, pulling your shirt up to cover the mark. Winwin told you not to bother covering up those marks but you did anyway, which didn’t work out too well.
“I mean, I don’t remember seeing those for a while. Enjoy,” Ju laughed at your flustered face before walking back into the house, leaving you alone on the front porch all red and flustered.
Your daughter was like your best friend, but broke.
“How are things between you and dad?” Ju asked as she lifted herself onto the kitchen counter, taking a carrot to munch on.
“It’s gotten better.” you lied. It’s gotten amazing, it was like the old Winwin was back.
“I don’t think that’s just it,” Ju smiled, making you giggle.
“Yes, yes. It’s gotten great,” you admitted, making Ju break out in laughter.
“You’re glowing, mom. It’s great, and I'm glad.” Ju commented. You were so grateful for your daughter, someone you can lean on.
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“You’re home,” you stood from the couch and Sicheng nodded before placing his suitcase down to come sit next to you. You sat down and cuddled closer to his tired figure, placing a kiss on his cheeks.
He wasn’t like this, he’d just take off to the bedroom right after he came home, that is, if he does come home.
Winwin puckered his lips cutely, asking for a kiss. You smiled before placing your lips on his without hesitation, your hands curled on his shirt.
“Hi dad– I’m sorry,” Ju walked into the room to see you two in a position like that, and quickly walked back out.
“Oops,” you giggled, pulling away from him and resting your head on his chest.
“Come here, Ju,” Winwin laughed seeing the 14yr old slowly peeking before making her way over to you two, sitting down next to winwin. She mirrored your position and rested her head on winwin’s chest, her hands reaching out to you.
“Please don’t do it on the couch, I live here too.” Ju made a face, and Winwin laughed.
“Okay, okay, We’re sorry,” you giggled.
“I have some work to do, dad. I’ll go now,” Ju kissed Sichneg’s cheeks and excused herself to her bedroom.
“Guess what happened today,” Winwin laughed, looking at you.
“What?” You were curious, he doesn’t talk to you. What changed?
“You know the Qian company CEO, right?”
“No, you’ve never told me about him,”
“Right, right,” he pulled out his phone to show you a photo and zoomed into one face, laughing at the sight of his face.
“He did something today,”
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Winwin was on his laptop as you cooked, you could see him from the kitchen. It's been a few days since Sicheng had changed, and you liked the way he was now. You heard a car honk outside and you looked at Sicheng, he was looking at you.
“I might have forgotten to tell you that Ju was going to Aunt Xing’s house…” you chuckled nervously, watching Sicheng’s expression. You expected an angry Sicheng, instead he smiled.
“Does that mean I get to have you all night?” he smirked, leaning back in his chair and staring you down.
“SICHENG.” you widen your eyes, flustered.
Sure, you had promised him that you’d let him. Still, he couldn’t bring it up so publicly.
“Yes or no?”
“Y–yes, I guess?” you were red, your cheeks heated and your stomach unsettled.
“Okay, I’ll let her go,” he focused his eyes back onto the laptop screen, and you stared at him, dumbfounded. How the fuck did he change like this? He was supposed to shout at you and asked you how you’d forgotten.
“I said, I’d let her go,” Sicheng repeated with a smile.
“Yes, yes, uh– I’ll tell her.” you hurried out of the kitchen, feeling his gaze on you.
“Hey, Ju,” you knocked on her door and waited for her to answer.
“Yeah, mom?” she unlocked her door and let you in, she trusted you with anything.
“Take your bags, they’re here. You have dad’s permission,” you smiled.
“Really? Thanks mom,” Ju hugged you, excitement buzzing from her.
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Sicheng’s hand rested on your waist as you both waved bye to Ju, watching the car pull out of the driveway.
As soon as the car disappeared out of the gate, Sicheng pulled you inside the house.
“Oh–?” his lips were on yours and his hands pulling your waist closer, cutting the space between you two. You heard the sound of the door getting locked automatically, and his tongue swiped on your lower lip.
“Wait,” you pulled away panting at the unexpected kiss.
“Tomorrow's a day off.” Sicheng nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and spoke against your skin.
“Why?”
“Workshop,” he placed soft kisses on your neck, his hand drawing circles under your shirt.
“I have something for you,” he walked to your room after placing a quick kiss on your lips, and brought out a package.
The same package you’d taken in and kept safe at Sicheng’s request a few days ago. He wasn’t someone who’d order things frequently, so you were quite curious about the package. But Sicheng had strictly told you that the package was for his friend, so you restricted yourself from opening it.
You were confused when he came to you with the package.
“Wasn’t that package for your friend?” you followed him as he walked into the room and shut the door. He sat down on the bed and you dimmed the lights to a comfortable level, just the way he liked them.
“It’s for you,” he smiled, looking extra bright.
“For me?” your eyes lit up.
He opened the package and a black box came into view, the company name was a name you knew too well.
The Infinite clothing line.
You were studying to be a fashion designer when you met Winwin. Your dream was to get to work at a company and be a top designer. You had your fair share– no, almost all of Vogue’s magazine issues. But that was 15 years ago, when you were in college. You finished your studies but then wedded Sicheng, so your dreams were crumbled into a paper and thrown into a corner.
A few years later, The infinite clothing line became your dream. But with your small child and Winwin needing attention too, you didn’t have time. And like that, there gone was your dream.
“I met the CEO of Infinite a while ago. We’re good friends now…” Sicheng checked your face to see your eyes filled with tears.
“Sicheng…” your tears flowed down your cheeks and you smiled, those were happy tears.
“Why’re you crying–” you could see the panic on his face as he put the box aside, pulling you into his arms.
“You met Mark Lee and you didn’t tell me?” you lightly hit his chest, laughing and crying.
“So that’s what it’s about?” Sicheng laughed, holding your face in his hands. He wiped your tears away with his thumb, looking at you with so much love.
“You’d done so much for me, endured so much for me, I want you to enjoy, for once,” he kissed your nose and then kissed your eyelids softly, holding you so delicately like you were porcelain.
“Thank you,” you whispered, tears still flowing. You felt so many emotions at that moment, it was impossible not to cry.
“Sssh, it’s okay,” Winwin kissed you. His lips moved softly against your in a kiss full of love and meaning, like none other. Like the kiss you shared at your wedding. No roughness or lust, just love for eachother.
He pulled away slowly and looked over you with a smile, kissed the top of your head and handed you the box.
“Go change, let me see how pretty you look in that dress,” you took the box with the lightest feeling, you felt like you were on cloud 9.
Even in the bathroom as you changed, you couldn't forget the look in Winwin’s eyes. You didn’t think you could ever forget the look in his eyes as he leaned forward to kiss you, his eyes sparkling and full of love. It would be a lie to say that you still didn’t collect their magazines, you still had all the magazines you’d collected.
The dress was just as beautiful as you’d imagined it to be. You haven’t seen this model anywhere, though. Maybe you missed a notification from their website. A sleek black off shoulder dress that hugged your body just right, showing off your curves in all the right places. Just perfect.
You stepped out of the bathroom to see Sicheng in a tuxedo, his hair styled into a comma style.
He stared at you as his eyes roamed your body, awestruck. His eyes locked with yours as he smiled.
“Fuck, it’s perfect,” he whispered, his eyes still stuck on you.
“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your hands running over the stretchy velvety material.
“Yeah, come here,” Sicheng extended his arms and you walked closer to him, his hands ending up on your waist.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, it’s hard to belive I married a woman this beautiful,” your cheeks tinted pink at the compliment, and wrapped your hands wround his torso.
“You know, Mark Lee personally designed this dress. For you,” He spoke, his hands pulling you closer each second.
“Mark Lee, designed this dress––” you pointed at the dress on yourself “––for me?” you gaped, amused. Now you understand why you didn't get a notification on this dress. Sicheng nodded, a smile blooming on his face. You were stuck on your spot, processing the information. CEO of The Infinite clothing line, Mark Lee, designed a dress for you. In happiness, you took Winwin’s face in your hand and kissed him, feeling him freeze. You pulled away and stared at him in sheer happiness, whispering the word thank you over and over again.
“Certainly didn't expect that but was not disappointing.” he chuckled, his hand moving to push back his hair.
You felt something else standing in front of a man so handsome, your insecurity wasn't ignorable. Your tummy fat wasn’t too much, it wasn’t too less either.
“I’m really happy, I am, But…” you trailed off, and Sicheng knew. He instantly knew what you were talking about.
“Your tummy is just as beautiful as you are. To me, it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters as far as it’s you.” Sicheng ran his hand over your stomach, a small smile spread across his face.
“You’re perfect, love. Perfect just the way I like it,” Winwin leaned in to kiss you again, his hand caressing the side of your face. You were so lucky for him. Maybe you’d endured enough and maybe it was time fate decided things would go your way.
“Care to go on a date with me, milady?” Sicheng asked, holding his hand out elegantly.
“Yes, I would love to, my good sir,” you took his hand, giggling.
The date went amazing. Sicheng made a reservation at a fancy restaurant and you two had a great time, and the night ended with you two curled up naked in bed. Or the night didn’t, cause you two were up till daylight and it would have been an understatement to say that Sicheng enjoyed it. Not that you didn't, you did too.
You were the first one up as usual, but you didn’t want to get up. Twisting and turning in bed, your hand went to Sicheng and checked if he was still there even though you knew he was.
“Baby…”
“Hmm?” you answered his call, still sleepy.
“Are you tired?” he hugged your naked figure closer to his body.
“Yeah, very. I doubt if I can walk,” you smiled, making Sicheng giggle. You two were still sleepy, so anything that came out of your mouth or his weren’t registered in eachother’s brains.
“Did you have a good time though?”
“Yeah…” Sicheng hugged you closer, his warmth helping your cold body warm.
“When’s Ju coming back?”
“I should check on her,” you say and turn around to grab your phone, but Sicheng stops you.
“Ju’s gonna be fine. When is she coming?”
“Uh, today?”
“Okay, now sleep a little more,” he kissed the top of your head and ran his hand down your back, slapping your ass. You gasped a little, but that soon turned into giggles.
“I love you,”
“I love you too,”
You slept in his embrace again, his warmth radiating off of him. He was so warm and nice. Whatever happened to him was certainly something magical.
His phone rang just as you two slept off, startling you. “I’ll get it, don’t worry.” Sichneg looked over at the caller ID and something on his face changed. It was a worried expression, not in a good way, but like he was hiding something.
“It’s not important,” he cut the call, rolling back close to you. “Who was it?” you asked, curious.
“Just the managers, the workshop is on today. They had asked if I could come, I said no,” he whispered, wrapping his hand over your waist again. He reached onto your neck and placed soft kisses over the marks that covered most of the area, inhaling your scent. Once again, you melted into his touch without questioning anything.
Winwin was the best dad and husband he’d ever been. He cooked in the kitchen with you and took you and Ju out too for some quality family time. Watching him converse with Ju was probably the best thing you’d seen, both laughing and teasing.
“We should do this more often, with Ju, I mean,” you say as you both watch Ju run into the house, happy and tired. “Mhm, she’s so cute,” Winwin smiled, his hand around your shoulder.
“I’m tired,” Sicheng yawned, and you nodded, whispering a numb ‘me too’.
Sicheng’s eyes closed in relief as his body hit the bed, a deep groan emitting from him. You changed just as fast and layed down on the bed with him, a sigh leaving your lips.
“Why’re we so tired?” you mumble and Sicheng laughs, making you turn your head towards him. “Uh, maybe because we got like 2 hours of sleep?” Sicheng laughs again, turning over to hug your waist.
“Right, did not forget,” you pointed out, nuzzling your face into his chest. God, he smelled so good.
“I have work tomorrow,” Sicheng mumbled, clearly displeased.
“You weren’t like this, I thought you liked going to work?” it was time you asked him why he’d changed so dramatically. The Sicheng who you knew for the past few years weren’t like this.
“I used to. I like spending time with you now,” he smooth-talked you again. You smiled and kissed his neck softly, making Sicheng smile. You were head deep in love with him, and you didn’t care anymore. A marriage you thought had exhausted itself has been revived, well and alive. You couldn’t be happier.
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“Sicheng…” you shook him harder, he had to go to work right now or there is a very good chance for him to be late.
“Five more minutes, please,” he whined, holding onto you tighter. You were stuck under him.
“Sicheng, you’re already late, please, get up,” you managed to get yourself off from under him. You quickly slipped on his T–shirt and tied your hair up, last night had gotten out of hand too. You felt like a hormonal teenager as a smile slipped onto your face at last night’s memories.
“Sicheng– Holy fuck–” you turned around to find Sicheng already staring at you, but that scared you. You clutched your chest as you stared at him, brows furrowed.
“You scared me.” you said, trying to calm your rushing heart.
“Sorry, but you have nothing under that shirt, do you?” holy fuck, his voice was deep in the morning. You felt your core throb as his eyes raked over your chest, his eyes found yours again.
“Sicheng, no. We don’t have time to–”
“Yes or no?” you looked over at your bra in the corner of the room and sighed.
“No.”
“You should wear my shirt more often. Looks hot on you,” he smirked. You flushed red as you stared back at him, swallowing. He came closer and kissed you, his hands softly pulling you onto his lap. His touch lit your skin on fire and you melted onto him like butter, forgetting about everything.
His hands were under your (rather his) shirt in an instant, resting on your waist. His fingers moved up and swiped below your right breast, making you draw in a tight breath. Forcefully pulling away, you looked at his swollen lips and glossy eyes.
“You have to get to work,” You breath out, your hands around his neck.
“Work can wait,” he reaches for your lips again, but you refuse.
“No, Sicheng. You came home early yesterday and you went to work late too. You should go, baby,” you use the nickname to your advantage. You don’t call him nicknames very often, and when you do, he always falls for it.
“Say that again,” you saw his jaw tense and excitement flowed through his eyes. You smiled widely before repeating the words again.
“You should go, baby,” Winwin smiled as he leaned forward to kiss you one more time. You moved off his lap as he got up, sliding his sweats on.
“I’ll take a quick shower and leave, okay?” he smiled, closing the bathroom door. You nodded even though he couldn’t see you, the biggest smile on your face. You felt like the luckiest girl alive. You were so happy with everything, your husband, your child, and your life. Fuck, it felt like you were in a dream and you didn’t want to wake up.
Just as you slid your bottoms on, Sicheng’s phone rang. Your head snapped towards the sound, and you walked towards it. Who calls him this early in the morning?
The contact read Xia. Xia? Why was she calling him this early in the morning? You convinced yourself there is no reason to be paranoid, and that she might be a secretary or something. He’s a businessman, he interacts with a lot of people on a daily basis.
The topic was pushed to the back of your mind as you became busy with other things like Ju and getting his suit for work ready. Sicheng eventually did leave for work, on time. Ju left for school too, leaving you alone with your thoughts at home.
You decided to tidy up a little since it’s been a while since you cleaned the house. As you were cleaning, you realised that Sicheng left his documents at home. “Oh,” you held up the documents in your hands, identifying them. It’s these documents he was talking about the day before, they seemed pretty important.
It wouldn’t hurt to drop these documents off at his work for him, why not just do it. Maybe stop by the bookstore or the supermarket on the way back. Maybe the new editions of their magazines were out. Fast enough, you got dressed in simple jeans and a top and held your purse in one hand as you walked out the door, locking it. You waited for the uber, tapping away at your phone while you did.
You were at his office in a few minutes, and you were already walking in through the door. The last time you had visited was a few years ago, and you didn’t fail to notice that they had remodelled the building. Wonder when that happened.
“Hey, hello,” you said, walking up to the receptionist. You smiled at her, but she rolled her eyes at you.
“I’d like to meet Mr. Dong.” you said, and she looked at you.
“What’s your relationship with him?” no formalities, no respect. Her eyes were glued onto the screen before her, attitude overflowing. You made a mental note to talk to Sicheng about this.
“Wife.” you stood straighter, staring at her in the eyes. Her reaction was fun to watch, her eyes immediately shot up and she stood, composing herself. She bowed 90 degrees at the waist, making you smile slightly. You guessed Sicheng was a scary CEO, but not to this level.
“I’m so sorry, ma’am. His office is on the top level, would you like me to escort you there?” she stood up straight, the sweetest smile on her face. So sweet you could have gagged.
“No thanks, I’ll take it from here, thank you for the information.” you smiled rather sarcastically, walking away from her. What a two faced bitch.
You pressed the button to go up, and waited.
“You’re...Sicheng’s wife, right?” a young man, tall and handsome, came up to you. He was dressed in a suit, hair pulled back into a comma hairstyle.
“Hello, yes, and I have a name, it’s Y/n.” you smiled politely.
“Oh hi, I’m Kun.” he smiled, he looked handsome.
“Well, hello Kun.” you looked at the elevator door before looking back at Kun, a smile on your face. God, you’d found him so handsome.
“Are you taking the elevator–? I am too, I mean, uh, of course. Are you– where are you going?” he babbled nervously as you watched him with soft eyes, finding him extremely cute.
“Visiting my husband after years in his office.” you smiled sweetly, his eyes locking with yours. If you weren’t in public for that one moment, you might have done something stupid. You found his smile and his eyes the most beautiful, you might have said something if the lift hadn’t dinged.
“Bye,” Kun raised his hand, waving bye to you.
“See you around, Kun.” you smiled back at him, clutching your purse and the file tighter in your sweaty hands. Yes, it felt wrong to feel that way about Kun when you were married to Sicheng. You couldn’t help it, he was tall, handsome and seemed funny. Maybe he would be a great friend one day, but for now, you have to go see Sicheng.
You were excited to see how he would react to see you at his office, hopefully you wished not to distract him.
Sicheng’s office door was slightly ajar, so you took the chance to peek through it. What you saw made your heart break in a million pieces, your heart in your stomach. A woman, an unknown woman was on Sicheng’s lap, making out with him. In the same position you and Sicheng were in this morning. You watched as she moved her lips to his neck, kissing.
“We can’t do this. N–no, fuck,” Sicheng groaned. You wanted to go in and slap him. You wanted to cry, scream, thrash him. Tears made their way down your cheeks, earlier than expected.
You swing the door open, waiting for Sicheng to notice your presence. The way his hand sat on her waist, you felt filthy to let him touch you with those hands. Oh you were so stupid. So stupid to belive he’d changed. He changed, he did. But he changed for the worse.
“Sicheng…” his eyes shot up at your voice and he pushed the woman off of him, standing up.
“Y/n, it’s not what it looks like,” Sicheng comes forward, but you block him off.
“I–I came here to give you this file,” you said and shoved the file into his chest, sobbing.
“Fuck, fuck, no– Y/n, I swear, I can explain,” Sicheng is panicking, you can see it.
“What can you explain?” your voice was awfully quiet. Hurt. tears are constantly streaming down your cheeks with no break.
“What will you explain, Sicheng? That you were cheating on me with a hotter woman? That you fell out of love with me? That it was all sweet lies that you fed me?” the pain in your chest grew and you could hardly breathe anymore.
“I– I fell out of love with you. Yes, I did.” ouch.
“But that was weeks ago. I fell in love with you again, Y/n. Please, you have to believe me.” his eyes are genuine, you don’t care.
“Those weeks, it was nice while it lasted. Sweet lies, late nights; thank you for everything,” you walked out of the office with one last glance at him.
Employees watched as a tearful woman walked past them into the elevator, sniffling and crying. You loved him so much, so much. Why did he do this to you, why? Weren’t you pretty anymore? That wasn’t what he had said when he touched you for the first time in a while. Too much fat? Too many stretch marks? Whatever the reason was, it didn’t matter now. He had cheated on you.
You walked out of the elevator and wiped your tears, trying to keep your breath calm. Small hiccups left your lips as you walked through the lobby, tightly clutching your phone. A hand held your wrist as you were about to walk out, and you stopped in your tracks.
You turned back to find Kun staring back at you, his eyes concerned. “Y/n? Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” Kun’s hand left your wrist, he was watching your expressions now.
“Sicheng…” his name felt wrong to pronounce. You sniffled as you held back tears, your chest hurt.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Kun was genuinely concerned, his eyes were soft.
“I–”
“Actually, I’ll be right back. Wait outside,” you watched him rush towards the entrance, fishing his pockets for something.
You felt like shit, and you probably looked like it too. You thought Sicheng would follow you out, but he didn’t. That hurt like a bitch. Your first thought was Ju. how would she deal with this, you didn’t know.
“Y/n, get in!” you knew you heard Kun somewhere. You looked up to see him in his car, and you noticed it was raining now. You never met Kun before, yet, here he was, going as far as this to get you to talk about what happened. Hesitating, you realised it wasn’t soon if you’d call a taxi, so letting Kun drop you would be the best option.
You got into his car and he drove off, comfortable silence filled the car with the pitter patter of rain drops. What a great day for it to rain. Only when you sniffled did Kun glance over at you.
“What’s up? What’s wrong?” he inquired in the softest voice ever, his eyes fixed on the blurry road. That was all it took for you to break down and cry in front of a man you met a few hours ago.
“Oh my god,” Kun went through a state of panic, he was searching everywhere for a box of tissues. He hands the tissue over to you from the back seat, and you thank him.
“Sicheng, h–he cheated on me,” you said in between the tears, letting your guard down. You broke apart emotionally, the walls you had built came crashing down.
“Hold on, he what?” He was in shock. His voice was afloat and the silence in the car turned tight and suffocating.
“Dong Sicheng cheated on you?” he was still processing the news after a few minutes and you hadn’t calmed down either.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know…” you didn’t know where he was driving to, but you saw a starbucks drive through and he pulled into the drive through.
“Why’re we at a drive through?” you choke out between sobs.
“I don’t know,” he laughed, making you laugh too. He looked gorgeous in that hair style, he did.
“Hey, you’re laughing!” he pointed out and you smiled, sniffling.
“Good morning, what would you like?” Kun looked at you, and you looked back at him.
“Well?”
“Huh? Am I supposed to–”
“I stopped by for you, go on,” Kun encouraged you.
“Thanks, I’ll get an americano with extra shot of espresso,”
“That’s it?” you looked at Kun, puzzled.
“I mean, go on, it’s my treat,” He pushed you on, so you ordered a cupcake for his sake.
“I’ll get a latte,” Kun frowned, you were more than perplexed at his reaction.
“Why’re you so sad? I’m already fat enough–”
“Don’t say that,” He cuts you off immediately and the fun person you'd seen is nowhere to be seen. He’s serious now, his eyes are sincere.
“You’re beautiful the way you are, Y/n. Please don’t say anything like that.” He’s so sincere, and you almost forget Sicheng cheated on you. Tears well in your eyes and you lower your gaze onto your hands which rest on your thigh, not wanting him to see your tears.
“Are you seriously going to cry at a drive thru?” there was the fun Kun.
“You made me cry, don’t blame it on me,” you laugh, his words hit you like a train. You deserve someone that makes you happy, not someone that hurts you more than they make you happy. Sicheng has his fair share of your pain, maybe it was time you did something about it.
Maybe you have to do something about him.
“Wipe your tears, you deserve better,” Kun said and handed you a tissue, smiling at you.
“Thank you, Kun.” you wiped your tears, feeling the car stop at the first window.
Kun pulls out his credit card and hands it to the barista with a smile on his face.
“I’d have paid,” you mumbled and Kun turned to look at you, a smile etched onto his features, and hell, wasn’t he gorgeous.
“There’s a reason it’s called ‘my treat’,” he said and you laughed, clearing your throat. He was the kind of man that would make you laugh with the bare minimum, would make you smile and make your heart flutter with zero effort.
God, you wished you could spend more time with him.
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“You don’t have to, Y/n. Try talking to him, try figuring it out, don’t make a decision without thinking,”
“I’ve thought enough, Kun. I want a divorce.”
“What about Ju? Have you talked to her?” Kun was desperately trying to make you change your decision.
“I’ve talked to Ju, she agrees,” You were so adamant with getting Sicheng out of your life. You cried over him everyday, you miss his embrace but the moment you think of him, think you could give a chance, you remember his filthy hands that sat around her waist. The same filthy hands that he touched you with. You were beyond disgusted, you wanted to gag.
“Please, try talking to him, for me,” Kun was holding your hand, looking into your eyes. As much as his heart hurt to make you try and reconcile with Sicheng, it was something he should do as your friend. He had to think about Ju, everything that child was going through. He had to help.
“Kun, I don’t want–”
“Please?” that broke you. Your feelings for Sicheng were ever so strong, but maybe if you talked to him, tried to think about your child more, you’d reach a conclusion. Ju was all that mattered, your feelings could be pushed under. Growing up without a dad wasn’t necessarily good, you out of everyone should know that.
“Fine.” His eyes lit up, and he smiled brightly, reaching for your phone. You swear you saw a hint of pain as he handed the phone to you, a strange smile on his face. A pained smile, a cover up for his emotions.
“Are you...okay?”
“Huh? Yeah, totally fine. Why’d you ask?” Kun smiled again, but this time he looked fine. You nodded and clicked on the same contact you’d been clicking for the past few days, heart clenching.
The dial tone rang twice before he picked up, hope laced in his voice.
“Y/n?” Sicheng swore he almost cried when he saw you calling him. Your body relaxed at his voice, it’s been so long since you heard him, and hell did you miss him. You wondered if he was doing well, if he was eating, if he was sleeping, if he was taking care of himself. You had so many questions, yet you didn’t ask any of them.
Your mouth was shut tight, restricted from all thoughts being spoken.
“Can we talk?” you spoke to the same man who had been trying to contact you for the past few days. The same man you’d so desperately try to forget or get rid of those painful memories he appeared in. The same man you’d tried to forgive.
“Yes, yes, give me a minute,” and the next thing you heard was Sicheng shouting “meeting dispersed,” and then in a minute, he was back on line.
“You were saying?” Sicheng was breathing heavily, you could hear it. Kun excused himself from the room, and you nodded as you watched him disappear.
“Can you explain what you’ve done, Sicheng?” you tried holding yourself together. You haven’t seen him days, you miss him so fucking much.
“Tell me how you’re feeling first. Please tell me that you’ve been good, and that you’ve been taking care of yourself, please.” Sicheng was worried about you. He missed you, your touch, your looks, your kisses, everything. He’s fucked up so bad.
Your fist clenched, you were barely holding back tears.
“I’m doing good,” how are you doing, love? Good? Are you taking care of yourself? Eat well for me, please is what you wanted to tell him. But you didn’t. Instead your mouth stayed shut, hardly containing any emotions.
“Care to explain?” you didn’t trust your voice, it could betray you any moment.
“I–I’m sorry. What I did was unforgivable and wrong, but I love you, Y/n.”
“You wouldn’t have done this if you loved me, Sicheng.”
“I love you, I do. I lost interest in you, in us for a while, a few years until I started realising how much you were sacrificing for me. For our family. I can’t do this without you, please,” his voice broke, his grip on the phone tight.
“You had a relationship with her while you weren’t with me, right? Did you two get...intimate?” sexual is what you should be saying, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.
The line went quiet and you tensed up and like you had guessed, they got intimate.
“Yes.” one word, three letters. Your heart split in two, and fell to the floor. You’d guessed it, yet it hurt.
“I–I was trying to end things that day, I called her into my office to tell her that this wasn’t going to work anymore. She came onto me and started forcefully touching me and– and– I– I gave in. I swear I didn’t–” he sniffled, and wiped his tears. He had explained his part, now it was up to you to decide.
“You touched me with the same filthy hands you touched her with.” the words left your mouth before you could filter them. Sicheng stayed silent on the other side of the line, his heart shattering. It was being shredded and pulled apart piece by piece, shatter by shatter.
“You touched her with the same hands that you touched me with. The same hands that gave me comfort,” you tried not to raise your voice, you tried to keep calm.
“Fuck, I know, I’m sorry,” Sicheng was visibly shedding tears, so were you.
“Filthy, disgusting touch, Sicheng. You changed, this wasn’t the man that I gave my career up for. You promised, Sicheng. You promised that you would stay with me no matter what, you said it at our wedding,” you were crying, breaking down in tears.
“No, don’t do this, Y/n. Please, come back. I need–”
“No, Sicheng. You think I can sleep in the same bed as you without imagining you with another woman? You think I can have sex with you and not think of you with another woman?” you cut him off rather powerfully. He listened quietly, knowing he deserved it.
“You think I can kiss you and...and not think of another woman kissing you?” you were trying to hold yourself together, but miserably failed.
“Do you know how insecure I felt when I walked out of your office? She was gorgeous and she suited you better. I was constantly thinking, was it my stretch marks? All the fat? My disgusting body?”
“No, please don’t say that. You’re–”
“I am not done yet. I need you to know what I went through when I saw you like that, in that position with your secretary.” you instantly shut him down.
“We were in that same position that morning, Sicheng. How could–” you cleared your throat “–how could you even do that? I thought you finally changed. Maybe you loved me, and remember when you asked me if I was okay? Check on me mid way? Do you know how my heart fluttered with so much hope? I was wrong. I was so, so wrong about you.” you speak your mind, not caring to filter out any words like you usually would.
“Let me speak, please.” he was pleading. Dong Sicheng was a man who would never plead for anything, but for you, he’d do anything.
“Go on, what do you have to say? How do you defend yourself over something like this?”
“I felt like shit when you walked out of the office, Y/n. I felt like I was so fucking uselss, what good can I do if I can’t keep the person I love the most. I’d been drinking, trying to drown myself in alcohol to keep my mind off you. But every shot I took, you kept coming back into my mind. It doesn’t work, nothing works anymore, Y/n. I need you back,” Sicheng’s tears were evident on his cheeks, anyone walking in through that door would see him at his most vulnerable moment. He aggressively wiped his tears with the back of his hand, sniffling.
The next words that you said were the hardest words you’ve ever said in your entire life.
“I don’t think I want to come back, Sicheng.” his heart broke into the tiniest pieces, pieces that were incapable of being put together again.
“What?”
“I don’t want to come back,” you were crying, and trying not to show it through your voice.
“No, no, no, no, Y/n, stop saying nonsense–”
“No, Sicheng. I’m not joking. I don’t want to come back.”
“What are you saying? That is absolute nonsense, how do you suppose I live without you? How do I go everyday without you?” he was hiccuping, trying to steady himself.
You felt like a knife was stabbed through your heart. His crying and hiccups clutched onto you, making it even more difficult than it already was.
“I need to see you. I–I need to see you, Y/n.”
“No, Sicheng. The next time we meet will be with our lawyers.” you were trying not to show it in your voice but your tears were betraying you.
“NO, NO, Y/N–”
“Thank you for everything, Sicheng. You were the best during the years you loved me–”
“I STILL LOVE YOU–”
“I want you to know I still love you when I made this decision–”
“DON’T DO THIS–”
“The future holds so much more for you, but maybe I’m just not in the picture–”
“I DON’T WANT A FUTURE WITHOUT YOU, Y/N–”
“Thank you for taking care of me, and loving me and Ju. I love you.”
“DON’T GO, Y/N, PLEASE–”
And you had cut the call. Sicheng leaned onto the glass in his office as he cried into his other hand. His phone was thrown somewhere on the floor. Hiccups and sniffles came out of him as he tried to suppress his tears, but everything just got worse. You don’t want him anymore. He was so stupid to give in to his desires, all he wanted was a happy life with you and his daughter. How did it turn out like this?
You were in absolute tears as you fell onto the bed, your phone in your hand. You’d just lost your husband. And you made that choice. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe this was the last time you would go into tears over the man.
“Hey, you good?” You watched Kun slowly approach you.
“Kun…” you clutched onto him, crying harder onto his shoulders. Hiccups and cries sounded through the room and Kun’s heart broke at the sight of your tears.
“It was your choice, maybe it was for the best…”
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It’s been 3 months since you left Sicheng. You missed him more than ever, but it was your choice to leave him. Kun had taken care of the procedures for you, so you spend most of your time with either Ju or your thoughts. Kun grew into an important figure to you and Ju by now, he’d always make time to come by however busy he was.
Sicheng had stayed away from Alcohol after the call that day, and instead picked up a healthier hobby. He’d started boxing and he found it to be a way to clear his mind and let out his anger. But what hadn’t changed was him missing you and Ju every time he went back home. He’d cry himself to sleep on some nights when the days are hard. You aren’t there to hold him and give him the comfort he needs. On nights like those, he misses you too much. He’d made such a big mistake, a mistake that cost his family.
“Hello, Sicheng.” you greeted him, sturdy and straight in your seat, your voice cold.
“Hello.” he greeted you back, a hint of pain in his voice.
“Good morning everyone, we’re here to settle the divorce of Mr. Dong and Mrs. Y/n, after taking a short break from the previous debate.”
Sicheng’s heart clenched, but he didn’t show it. Hell, you looked gorgeous in that suit.
“13% of the company shares and the position of President has been granted to Ms. Y/n while Mr. Dong shall remain with 28.9% of shares and the CEO position. Ms. Y/n will have shared custody of the child with Mr. Dong and the child will have the freedom to stay with her mother, or father. Any objections?” Your lawyer read out.
“None.” Sicheng sounded strained.
“None.” you sounded calm.
“Well, we’re off to the end then. The finalized papers will be mailed to you both in the next week, so please watch out for it, thank you.” your lawyer got up from his seat and looked at you. Sicheng was staring at you.
“Spare me a minute, please,” your lawyer nodded and stepped out of the office with Sicheng’s lawyer.
“Hey, Y/n…” the pain in his voice was so evident it almost broke you in two.
“Do you have something to say?” you were trying to stay cold and sturdy, you don’t think it was working.
“I’m having a really hard time without you,” your heart clenched. This was the second time you were seeing each other after the call, once at the court and the second time here. It was so hard to keep your emotions at bay every time you saw him, but you managed to do it.
“I can’t do this without you, Y/n. We can still be together, think about Ju–”
“I’ve already talked to Ju about my decision.”
“Please come back, I need you to come back…” his voice broke and your cold exterior didn’t feel like it was going to last any longer.
“It’s too late–”
“No, it’s not too late, Y/n. We can still get back together.” His voice is almost a whisper now, overflowing with feelings. So many feelings that you think you saw tears.
“No, Sicheng. We finalized our...divorce. We can’t go back now.” your voice is slowly losing its composure.
“Please…” and you’re out of the door. You can’t stand to see his face anymore. You have a reason to divorce him, you tell yourself repeatedly like you’re trying to convince yourself.
When you reach home, your outer cover breaks almost instantly. Kun was waiting for you to return home, and you noticed he was having a conversation with Ju. As soon as he saw you, he walked towards you.
“How did it go? Was it okay?”
“I–” you couldn’t hold it for longer and you broke into tears in front of your daughter, Kun watching with worried eyes.
You curled your shoulders in on yourself as your hands came to your face to cover your face.
“Ju, go to your room. Uncle will tell you what happened later, okay?” Ju nodded and rushed to her room.
“It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay.” Kun pulled you into his chest, his warm embrace making you cry onto him.
“Sicheng almost cried, Kun. His v–voice was breaking as he told me not to g–go,” Kun’s feelings were strangling him. It hurt to see that the woman he liked loved another man. And one of his friends, even worse. He stayed silent as he listened to you cry and rant about your feelings. And how Sicheng told you to not go.
You had calmed down after crying for a while, and you looked up at him. He looked handsome in any angle, damn, you thought. And then you proceeded to slap yourself mentaly for thinking that.
“Don’t you have work? Aren’t you a CEO too?” Kun looked down at you and suddenly pulled away from the hug, feeling his heartbeat wild in his ribcage. You frowned, feeling the warmth leave you.
“I–I got today’s work over early. It’s just an event I have to attend later now, I have about 4 more hours for it,” he glanced at his watch.
“Why’d you rush it?”
“I wanted to be here when you got back. I knew you’d come back as an emotional wreck,” he smiled, and you found him cute yet again.
“Ju might be surprised, I’ll go explain to her,” He found a reason to escape you. You watched as he scrambled up the stairs, tripping over a step.
It’s been a whole year. A whole year since you divorced Sicheng and began a life yourself. It’s been a rough journey but you made it. You and Sicheng work in the same company, but you don’t see eachother often unless it’s for a meeting. You have been taking care of yourself and Ju. Kun still calls and stops by often, life is so much better now. You don’t have to ask your husband for anything, mostly because you don’t have one. You’re crying way less, no hurtful emotions come past. Your mental health and your body, both are doing so well.
Sicheng is well. He had pulled himself together, yet he still wished you were there beside him. He regretted letting you go. He regretted everything, the time he took you for granted, the time he decided cheating on you was a good idea. Hell, he still loved you. Ju still stayed and visited him, but sometimes he felt like even the kid had strayed away from him. It took Ju a while to come to terms with the divorce, but she came around. Ju tells Sicheng that she misses him often and that might be the only thing keeping Sicheng on the ground.
It was Ju’s birthday. And you’d arranged a party for her. Ju was so happy to find out that you did arrange something she’s wanted to have from the age of five. You never elaborately celebrated her birthday because Sicheng was never there. But this time, Ju requested Sicheng be invited. It was her fifteenth birthday, and Sicheng deserved to be there. You weren’t so rude and selfish to let your divorce come between a daughter and a father, so you let Ju call her father.
The first person you called though, was Kun. A day without calling or seeing the man felt weird, so he and you made sure to keep in touch with each other everyday.
“Ju’s party is coming up,”
“You mean the party we planned for her?” Kun laughed softly on one end of the phone.
“Well, yes. Do we have the guest list finalised?” you leaned back in your office chair.
“Yes, but are you going to invite Sicheng?” you paused for a few seconds at his question, and then answered.
“Yeah. Ju wanted to invite him, and I’m not that selfish to rip Ju off from her rights with her father.” you gulped, feeling the familiar bits of the painful divorce come back into your mind.
“Alright then. Do you want me to confirm with–”
“I’ll do the rest, Kun. Thank you so much for all the help,”
“Nah, don’t mention it,” he chuckled, making you smile.
“I’ll come by later,”
“Don’t you have work to do?”
“I’ll come after I get off work, dumbass,” Kun laughed, his eyes making crescents.
“Oh okay, I asked ‘cause you’re always here, stupid,” your heart fluttered at the sound of his laugh, and you laughed unintentionally.
“I have a meeting now, I have to go,”
“Okay, see you soon.”
“Mhm,” Kun cut the call, a smile on his face. His secretary watched with fascination, and then asked him what the shy smile was about.
“Hmm? No, no, that was a friend.”
“You don’t talk to friends like that, sir. I’ve worked with you for nine years,” the older man smiled.
“Ah–” Kun giggled “–It’s a friend that I’m very attached to…” he smiled again, this time, at the memories of you.
“Well, let’s head to the meeting then, shall we?” his secretary smiled, letting Kun lead the way.
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“Damn, I thought you wouldn’t make it,” you went up to Kun when you spotted him.
“Please, I’m not even that late.” his eyes raked your outfit and god, you looked so gorgeous in that red dress. Deep shade of red with a slit, the dress tight on your perfect body. The necklace around your neck and the purse in your hand pulled the whole outfit together and he could hardly keep his eyes on your face. Fuck, you looked so beautiful.
“You’re never late. You didn’t call either. I got worried,” you scolded him.
“Hell, calm down. I got stuck in traffic.” he chuckled, a hand coming to punch your shoulder jokingly.
“Did you wish Ju?”
“I was the first one, last night, on the dot,” his head lifted with a proud expression which made you laugh.
“I wished her first, on the dot. With a cake. I didn’t see your call,” you stared as he walked to Ju.
“Fine, I was an hour late, goddammit.” he grumbled, making you laugh.
“When did Mr. Qian start lying?”
“I didn’t lie, I just simply saved my face.” he walked his way to the birthday girl with a smile on his face, and wished her.
“Happy birthday Ju!” he hugged her with a full smile on his face and you could say that Ju couldn’t be happier.
“I’m glad you made it, uncle! Now where is my present?” Ju pouted, making Kun smile adorably.
“Hmm, I’m your present!” Kun laughed and then cringed, making Ju stare.
“I’m kidding, it's waiting for you at home.” Kun pinched her cheeks adorably, and continued the conversation with her. Your eyes travelled around the venue for Sicheng and you almost sighed when you didn’t see him.
“Hey, Kun, come with me, we have something to do.” you pulled on Kun’s sleeve. He looked at you and then excused himself from Ju, following you into a dark corridor.
He couldn't keep his eyes off you even when he reached the dark corridor. He’d met so many women; he was a businessman. Even if he’d met so many gorgeous women, he's never met one like you. A woman so gorgeous, so kind, so selfless. He loves you for so many various reasons.
“I’ve bought something for Ju.” you squealed quietly, reaching into the corner and pulling out a bag. Kun let out a confused noise and you smiled before pulling out a flat box from inside the bag.
“You bought a necklace for her?” you opened the box and the thin teardrop shaped diamond necklace shined under the dim light.
“Oh my fucking god, it’s so beautiful.” Kun smiled, delicately taking the box from your hands.
“It reminded me of my childhood, so I bought it for her.” you smiled, excited.
“She’ll love it,” Kun stared at the necklace before handing the box back to you.
“I know,” you put the necklace back into its place.
Just as you were turning back, you slipped on a gum packet, and fell. Or you thought you fell. Kun had caught you mid way, his hand was on your waist, his eyes drilling into yours. Your heart was beating so hard, you thought he could see it beating.
Kun’s heart wasn’t any different, the adrenaline was rushing through his blood, begging him to do something stupid. He decided that maybe this was the opportunity he needed to tell you his feelings, he knew it was stupid but adrline wouldn’t let him think straight.
He pulled your waist closer to him, a small gasp left your lips. You were still leaning back in his arms, your hands clutching onto his coat.
“I know this...this whole thing I’m going to say is stupid, but just listen. I–” he gulped, all the words he’s planned to say disappearing, leaving him without anything good to say.
“I think I’m in love with you.” your breath gets stuck in your throat, and you realise something for the first time that evening. He was wearing a black suit which matched your outfit, his hair was styled back handsomely, and he was strong. He’s been holding your body weight for a few minutes. He looked drop dead handsome.
And you realised another thing for the first time that night. Something you’d been denying for so long. You’re in love with Qian Kun. You’ve been in love with him from when he left work to come and comfort you on rough nights; from when he put you over his meeting and came over, from when he formed a strong bond with your daughter.
“Say something, please…” his heart was pounding, he was growing anxious.
“I think…” you paused, took in a deep breath.
“I think I love you too.” Kun breaks into a smile and you do too, just watching him smile makes you smile.
“Shit, I got anxious,” he giggled, you were still in the same position.
“I mean– I just realised I was in love with you.” you giggled.
Kun was staring at you as you said it, his eyes trained onto your lips. He wanted to touch them, kiss them and have them all to himself. God, your lips were so beautiful.
“Can I?” his eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips, his breath heavy.
You didn’t answer, instead you leaned up and pressed your lips against his. Kun swore he’s never felt more euphoric as he pressed his lips back onto yours and slowly moved. He lifted you up and relaxed his hand, tightening it on your waist.
He slowly moved you against the wall behind you and kissed you with a little more passion and love, a little more rougher. Your leg automatically lifted up to his waist and he held your leg there with his hand, your deep red heels peeking out.
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Sicheng was planning to visit and leave after seeing daughter, and taking a peek at you. He came to the event and when he did, he didn’t see you anywhere. He saw Ju, greeted her, gave her a present and excused himself to go and find you.
But he’d never expected to find you like this, between his friend’s lips and the wall.
He saw the position you two were in and his feet were stuck to the ground. Like his whole world that had shattered was now in powders, in a way that could never be revived. He stepped back out of the corridor with tears in his eyes, shocked at the scene he saw. So this is how it felt to see your partner in a position like that with another person.
A taste of his own medicine.
Sicheng felt sick to his stomach, his heart felt like it was dying. Tears fell out of his eyes. He couldn’t stop you, you weren’t his to stop or love anymore.
“I’ll always love you, Y/n.” were the last words he said before he forced himself to leave the venue.
The sound of beeping filled the room as the sun shun through the windows. A small groan came out of A-Yeongs mouth. The girl sat up and streched letting out a yawn in the process. Her eyes widened when she remembered today was her crushes football game with there schools rivals. Jung Sungchan was a handsome young man A-yeong had a crush on for a long time. The exchanged hello and hi’s here and there and only had small coversations and even that was when the teacher assigned him to tutor A-yeong.
She got up from under the covers and started her day. She got ready in a simple cropped tanktop and some shorts. She slipped on some vans and grabbed her bag with her belongings. She went out from her apartment and made her way to school. The day went by as usual, her and her friend Haru were currently walking towards the football feild. They sat there as the game was about to start.
The game was going pretty smoothly there school was winning by one point when A-yeongs eyes widened when the rivals kicked sungchan making him get hurt. Then another one tripped the team captain aka the school jock Jaehyun making everybody gasp. The game was ended right that moment, everybody went to help Jaehyun as Sungchan sat on the ground groaning in pain.
A-Yeong rushed to Sungchan helping him up and taking him to the nurses office. She layed him down on the bed while she grabbed some medicine
Sungchan : why didnt you go to help jaehyun?
He said letting out a small wince of pain in the end
A-Yeong : well honestly you got hurt more and i like you-
She immedaitly covered her mouth as she realized what she blurted out. She was beet red as she quietly went to him and started to treat his wounds.
A-Yeong : well ur done imma go now-
She was about to leave when Sungchan pulled her back by her wrist. Her eyes widened when he gave her a peck
Sungchan : i like you to cutie
A-Yeong giggled shyly as sungchan laughed as the two spent the rest of the time talking and getting to know eachother
I think Kun would be the type to get his s/o like a very beautiful peice of jewlery. Like a very pretty necklace with his s/o with her initial or a locket or evenlike promise rings! i can definetly see kun getting his s/o promise rings.
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Hmm i think Ten would also be the kind of boyfriend/husband to get his s/o really pretty jewlery but other than that i think would like get a gift basket like with diffrent wines and perfumes and like roses and like would get her a pretty dress AND a handmade painting he made himself.
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I think winwin would be the type to get his s/o something from there chosen feild, like if they like doing art he would get them paint brushes, paints and canvases and like overall a very thoughtfull gift. And again make a figt basket of it with some of his s/os favourite snacks aswell.
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Lucas would definetly i think would get his s/o plushies, like a giant bear and chocolates and flowers, But it would end up with him eating all the chocolates himself. And would definatly have pictures of his s/o cuddling with the stufies he got them and sending the to the wayv groupchat.
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I think Xiojun would also be like winwin to get his s/o a very usefull gift that would be very usefull to his s/o. OR i think we would be the type to take his s/o shoppingand just spoil them with anything they want.
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Hendrey would get his s/o the most random gifts like he would just be scrolling on instagram and he would fine something weird but the funniest shit and order it and gift his s/o. Example : https://youtu.be/fBcuax6ap58 (CLICK U WONT REGRET IT)
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Yangyang would either gift his s/o something so thoughtful and nice or he would get them like a game like FIFA and it would end up with him playing it on his PLAYSTATION or XBOX. OR he would get his s/o chocolates and would divide them into half like 5 chocolates her his and 5 are his s/os.
I feel like Taeil would take his s/o to a picnic type date, like a ice cream date. Like we would take you to like a nice park or even like a really pretty landmark, maybe even like going around the city going to landmarks and would end the date by like getting snacks and cuddling while watching yours guys favourite movie.
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I think we all know jhonny would take his s/o on a coffee date. Like yall would get coffee and walk around the park and taking pictures. And like i think we would see beforehand if like any festivals are happening and u guys would go there and just have a chill date.
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Bubu i think u guys would have a studio date. Just like in his studio cuddling, while listening to songs. And like he would show you the songs he has been working on, goofing around being the cutie he is would constantly try his best to make his s/o laugh and smile. And yall even might end up watching spongebob and falling asleep while doing so.
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I dont know why but i think Yuta would take his s/o to like couples yoga. And would just have so much fun with it, messing around and whenever like a harderpose would come it was just him and his s/o laughing at eachother cause of being in such a position. And like after wards go the favourite smoothie shop and get those and go home and fall asleep in eachothers arms.
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I think Doyoung would take his s/o on like a library date or cooking date. Yall would either go to the library and read books togeathers and getting coffee on the way and taking pictures and finding books for eachother or, i think his s/o and him would stay home and mess in the kitchen. Like baking or cooking or even having a small cooking or baking battle while listening to his angelic voice.
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WORKING OUT. Again i dont know why but i just feel he would be the type of person to take him s/o or a work out date. Like he would help his s/o with lifting some harder weights and stuff AND like just imagine doing squats and he slaps his s/os butt. if u know then u know ;) and then later on flex his abs and mucles.
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I think jungwoo would either have like a movie date or like he would take his s/o to the amusement park. Like if he takes you to the movies, its him holding you hand throughout and getting u so many snacks like slushies and popcorn and nachos and just overall a cute and loving movie date. And if amusement park he would just go on almost every ride with you until like you get tired. Definetly get cotton candy and play lots of mini games and win u stufies.
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I think Mark taking his s/o on a date would be the most random. Like it depends on his mood, like yall would be going arcade dates, dinners, late night 7/11 dates! but the most common would be arcade and those late night 7/11 runs. And just overall goofing around making eachother laugh and just have so much fun.
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Gaming dates, like yall would be at home playing pubg, nintendo or playstation. Alot of bets like the loser has to eat this or loser has to grant winners 3 wishes. But ofc alot of love, pecks everytime u kill someone and hugs you when you guys win the match. Alot of snacks and giggles, and ofc haechan constatly being clingy to make u loose so he can win and his s/o looses the bet.
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