Summary: After your wedding ceremony, you and San planned to have a few minutes of downtime in your hotel room before celebrating with your families. This quiet moment is just between you two.
Content warnings: -
Author’s note: Written for my friend who is still fighting with her thoughts of stanning san a bit more than expected - hope this fluffy and blissful oneshot helps!
Remember: This story is purely fictional and does not represent any real individuals. The famous person main character is used as a stand-in and is not in any way, shape, or form connected to the actions in this story. The characters are a product of my imagination - and should be treated as such.
A breath escapes you the moment your back hits the door, the lock clicking shut behind you with a decisive snap.
Adrenaline shoots through your veins, blood roaring loud in your ears.
The way you've learned in meditation, you close your eyes. You feel the solid weight of the grand hotel-room door against your back. Your breathing slows, gradually — in for 3 seconds, out for 5, the gaps between each inhale and exhale growing longer.
When you open your eyes, it hits you again, like a blow.
Why?
Because San is lying on the bed in the middle of the room. Only his upper body sinks into the soft mattress, his legs dangling off the edge. Black suit, hair slicked back — the picture of a man dressed to perfection.
Your man. Your husband, now.
You can't help but smile, thinking back on the ceremony. Everything about it had been perfect.
Your families laughed together, a few tears were shed as you walked through the ornate wooden gate in the wedding dress of your dreams, and applause broke out as San swept you into his arms and kissed you, unforgettably, on your way out of the grand hall.
Sure, the flower girl had refused to walk out in front of the crowd and scatter petals. But Mingi stepped in without missing a beat and had everyone laughing.
Even now, the memory makes you giggle.
„Tell meee, I want to laugh too!" you hear San's sulking voice echo through the room.
Is somebody in need of attention?
"I just vowed to spend forever with you — why are you being so impatient?" you tease, "we literally have forever!“
"I want forever to start right now," he pouts, though he can't quite hold back a laugh himself.
Instead of filling him in, you make your way over to the bed.
Your dress rustles as you settle in next to him on the mattress. On reflex, he stretches his arm out so you can rest your head on his strong chest — the way you do every night before falling asleep.
"Careful, don't ruin your hair," San murmurs, indulgent.
"The ceremony's over. Now we celebrate and relax," you counter, pleased with yourself.
San just hums, smug, and starts tracing slow circles across your back with his fingers. With your dress backless, every gentle touch sends a shiver down your spine. A good feeling — familiar, like home.
Gently, San tips your chin up so you're looking straight into his big, dark eyes. In them you find so many emotions at once: joy, pride, adoration. Almost spilling over, drowning you both in bliss.
You hope your own eyes are a reflection of his and all the good memories flashing through your mind.
"My wife," San whispers softly.
The words leave his mouth like something entirely new — something he's daring to say out loud for the very first time. Like a poem. Or a secret.
"My husband," you answer. A quiet laugh slips out, because the words feel strange and new to you too — but beautiful, all the same.
Neither of you says anything more.
In your eyes, nothing but admiration for each other, and the quiet certainty that you'd both gotten everything right. This will be your forever.
How lucky we are to have each other, you can't stop thinking.
And looking into your husband's proud eyes, you know — he's thinking exactly the same thing.
SUMMARY 4 CH. 2: Another flashback is shown of you and Yeji and reveals that there maybe more yet to come between the two of you from the past, but currently you have to deal with a very annoying fox hybrid.
WARNINGS 4 CH. 2: mentions of weapons, mentions of abouse, man-handling, trauma response, cursing, slight fxf , let me know if i need to add more.
WORD COUNT: 3.5k
RATING: +18
TAGLIST - OPEN
READER'S POV - FLASHBACK
Cold water is what woke me up. I jumped off the floor, trying to catch my breath. I frantically look around the room and my eyes land immediately on Yeji, who's on the other side of the metal bars that are separating us. Our eyes met and I noticed they also had splashed water on her.
I growled at the revelation and my eyes landed on the guard who was in Yeji's room who had splashed the water on her. I immediately lunged towards him and instead I got stopped by the bars that are separating us, as well as the guard who was in my room that I didn’t notice. He grabs me by my hair and throws me to the ground.
I look back instantly at the guard ready to attack back, but immediately freeze when I see what was in his hand.
A black taser. They only use that on us if we aren’t listening or even misbehaving. The first time I had seen one of those was when I got too cocky for my own good and thought I could take it, but, oh, how wrong I was.
So I stayed put not wanting to get hurt by the taser the guard had in his hands.
“Boss is setting up a meeting for you both. He's already been waiting for too long, let's go.” The guard states from Yeji's room, but I don't look at him when he says this. I stare at the guard who's right in front of me instead, making sure he doesn’t do anything.
It clearly bothers him how I was staring at him, because next thing I knew is that he started moving towards me. He lifted me up by my arms and threw me over his shoulder, securely wrapping his arms around my legs in case I start kicking. I wouldn’t dare, knowing he had that thing in his hands, so I stayed still looking towards the ground as they take us to that room.
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Once we entered the room, the guard, who was holding me, threw me to the floor and didn't even look in my direction when I landed on my butt and just walked right out the door that we just came through. The other guard that brought Yeji closed the doors and stood right in front of them, standing guard to make sure we don’t leave. I glared at that guard as I reluctantly got up from the ground and walked towards Yeji's left side and stood next to her, facing forward so my back was towards him.
Once I stand next to her she looks at me and then grabs my hand and squeezes it. I look at her and then I squeeze her hand right back, because even though she has a poker face on, I know she's nervous, we always are, especially when we are brought to his room. You never know what to expect.
I then look forward with my chin up high and stare at the desk that is in front of us and I don’t let go of her hand.
There he is. Sitting on his pristine leather chair in his tidied up suit was our ‘savior’, or as he loves for us to call him, our father.
“Ah, ladies! So glad you could join me in this meeting.”
As if we had a choice.
He gets up from his chair and walks around his desk, he leans against the front of his desk and then gestures his hand to the seats in front of him.
At first I wasn’t going to, but Yeji pulled me up with her as she walked. She let go of my hand and sat on the chair so I copied her motion.
Once I sat, I didn’t dare to look at him, as I have learned that lesson the hard way as well, and just stare straight ahead at the giant window he has.
“I assume you're both wondering why you're here today, so let me just get straight to the point,” He starts walking back behind his desk and starts pouring himself a drink, “you both have been doing so good with the fights that I've decided I wanted to reward you both, of course as a thank you for all the revenue you have brought me.” He takes a sip of his drink.
“We will have a gala this weekend in your honor, and everyone will come to celebrate you both.”
From the corner of my eye I can see Yeji perk with excitement. I stay still.
“I’ll have the finest dresses for you to pick out of and also let you decide how you want your makeup and hair done.”
A gala? Dresses? Makeup?
There has to be something more, he doesn’t just give us ‘rewards’. Our rewards are our scraps that we receive if we win a fight. I know there's something else he wants from this but I can’t put my finger on it. I frowned, but immediately hid it but I was too slow. He was able to see it.
“Akuma? Is something the matter?” He asks while putting his drink down. Yeji tenses up all excitement she had before was gone from her body once he had said that name to call me out.
“No father, nothing's wrong.”
Clearly he didn’t believe me because he just stared at me for a while, assessing me and seeing if I would break.
“Hmm, well, if nothing's wrong, then we shall get you back to your rooms.”
As soon as he said that, the guard who was standing by the doors had opened them and walked to us, waiting for us to get up from the chairs.
I waited ‘til Yeji started moving off from the chair next to me and let her walk towards the guard with me following right behind her.
Once we reached the guard, we stopped in front of him and waited for his command, but before he could tell us anything our ‘savior’ spoke up from behind,
“Ah one more thing before you go,” Me and Yeji turned our bodies sideways so he knew we were listening to him, but without staring at him, as we were staring at each other, “Theres no fights for you both the rest of the week, I want you well rested and well fed for this event, so take it easy.”
Yeji raised her eyebrow at me, clearly also spectacle that he wants us to rest,
“Will we still need to attend our father's training?” I ask.
“Good question Akuma, but no you won’t. Actually, why don’t you two join me in the viewing room for the rest of the week? Wouldn’t that be nice, have a little bonding time together.”
Me and Yeji both tense up at that. Not because he wants us to spend time together, we can just easily ignore him, it's more of the fact that he wants us there.
The viewing room.
That room was only meant for the VIP members who put a large sum of donations towards our fight.
The room itself is right above the fighting ring so they can get the best view. Us hybrids weren’t allowed anywhere near there unless specifically asked for. Like right now.
“So what do you two say?”
As if we really had a choice, so at the same time we both nod our heads, “Yes father,” we both say at the same time but I continue it, “We are honored to join you.”
“Perfect! Well that settles that, you may go back to your rooms.”
At that the guard grabs both me and Yeji by our necks and pushes us to walk to our rooms.
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The metal door closes behind me as I stand there for a while, completely thrown off guard with every piece of information that was thrown at me.
He clearly needs or wants something from us, but I can’t put my finger on it.
Before I could spiral more in my thoughts something gets thrown at me. I looked down to see a small pebble and looked to my right into Yeji’s room to see her sitting down against the wall facing me.
“Now why would you do that?” I asked her as I moved to copy her position on my side of the wall. She just shrugs as a response and looks down at her floor, picking at the rest of the dirt that was on her floor.
“The cleaners haven't come at all this week.” She points out.
At that I took a look around my room, and noticed how dirty it had become since the last time they had come.
“Do you think it's because of me?” I whip my head at her, “What would make you think them not coming would be your fault?”
She keeps quiet and doesn’t look at me and keeps her gaze pointed at the floor.
“Yeji.”
At that she lets out a loud sigh and finally looks at me.
“Last time they came I helped them with something…” I clench my fist.
“What was that something?”
She went back to her original pose of looking at the ground.
“Yeji, what did you help them with?” I say with a more aggressive tone. She tensed up but stayed in her position. I exhale through my nose and get up from the wall and walk towards the barrier that keeps us separated. I then lean down and sit with my legs crossed and put my hand between the metal bars and lean it towards her.
With a soft tone I called out to her, “Yeji, my love, can you look at me,” she didn't budge, “please.” With that desperate plea in my voice, she finally looks at me and notices where I had moved towards. With that, I lean my hand the most as I possibly could, motioning to her to come to me.
She shifts and starts crawling towards me. Once she reaches me she puts her back against the bars and grabs my right hand that I had extended out and started fidgeting with my fingers. With my other hand I squeeze it through the bars and wrap it around her waist.
“Do you wanna tell me a story instead?” I say in a low voice so I don’t spook her.
She stays quiet for a while, but I know she’ll say something soon because this wouldn’t be the first time where I had gotten something out of her.
I know that she doesn’t like saying anything that she knows would get her in trouble, so instead I ask her if she wants to tell me a story, and in the ‘stories’ she gives me, there's some underlying truth to do with what she had done.
I feel her move against my arm and I hear her clear her throat, “There was this lady named Sora,” Our cleaners name is Bora, so with that I knew she was gonna tell me what happened in her own way, “She worked for the King, and she helped him make sure every room he had in his castle was spotless and clean for all of his guests that he had over. One day, when she came for work, she ran into one of the King’s children. Sora had taken this kid under her wing because she knew how awful the King treated his children, so ever since that day she would take care of this child. As the days passed on their relationship got stronger. Until one day Sora came to work and the child had seen that Sora didn’t seem like herself.”
I prepared myself to hear the rest of my story because Yeji had always been close to our cleaners, especially Bora. Bora gave off this motherly vibe and would always treat Yeji as if she was her child. She had always tried to extend that to me, but I wouldn’t allow myself as I didn’t want to get attached to anyone, so I pushed her away at every chance until she finally stopped after realizing she wouldn’t get to me.
“The child had come up to Sora and had asked if there was something wrong. Sora said nothing was wrong and that she was fine. The child chose to believe her because Sora had never lied to her before, so why would she now. Until a week later Sora came by again and the child was excited to see her, but it seemed as Sora wasn't as excited as she usually is to see the little one. The child kept checking on Sora throughout the day whenever she could because if she was caught talking to the maid, the King himself would punish Sora. So whenever the child had a chance she would go to Sora, but Sora wouldn’t talk to the child until before she had to leave to go back home. The child went to Sora, who was in the kitchen, and just sat on the counter watching Sora clean. Sora then asked the clueless child if they had wanted to help her out with a quest Sora had. The child jumped at the opportunity and told her that they would do anything for her,”
I chuckle at that because Yeji would truly do anything for Bora.
“Sora smiled at the clueless child and asked them if they could take them to the potions room so Sora could find something for her child,”
Wait, what…
“So, the child led her to the potions room, and once they entered the room Sora had looked around the huge room, clearly in awe with how big it was, and with how many gadgets it had.”
The medical room. That's where they take us, hybrids, before every fight, but that's the only time we could be in there because I know they use that room for other things that we aren’t supposed to know of. What the hell were they doing in there, actually, scratch that, what the hell did Bora need in there so badly to put Yeji in danger like that.
“The child waited at the door making sure no one else would come in and see them in there. Sora, noticing this, decided to grab a couple of the potions and stuffed them in the pockets of her dress, once she got what she needed she went back to the child. She stopped in front of the child and smiled warmly at them, thanking them for helping her out and that she is now a hero in her heart. This warmed the child's heart and so they hugged the woman and told her that they will always be her hero whenever she needed.”
I try my hardest to not clench my right hand around Yeji's own hand, as rage fills me.
“After that Sora left to go home as her work day was finally over, since then the kid hadn’t seen her. She waited day after day hoping that one day Sora decided to come back.”
There's cameras everywhere in this place. They definitely saw it happen. There's no way they didn’t.
“Y/N,” Yeji calls for me.
“Yes, my love?” I squeeze her waist softly to let her know I’m listening.
“Do you think Bora is coming back?”
I have never once thought of lying to Yeji at all, but in this moment, it felt needed.
“Of course, she wouldn’t leave us behind.” I say as I put my right arm around her waist and hold her, "Everything's gonna be just fine.” Yeji let out a sigh of relief at that and relaxed her whole body on the bars and in my arms as I squeezed them tighter, "You're right, she will be back before I know it.”
“Yeah, of course, you don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”
She won’t be back. I know it, but I can't tell Yeji this. Not now, not ever.
Now I know that this Gala we have coming up is definitely related to Yeji helping Bora. He definitely knew about it and is using this Gala as a punishment for Yeji. I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen because I’ll make sure that she just stays next to me the whole time, I won’t let her go anywhere without me being there. I won't let them touch her. I won’t lose her.
END OF FLASHBACK
“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!”
I wake up to someone loudly presenting himself in my room and opening my curtains, that let in the blinding light of the sun. I groan and roll over in my bed using my blankets as a shield to cover my eyes.
“Aw, is the kitty cat not a morning person? Well, too bad.” The unknown voice says with smugness in his voice as he rips off the blankets off of me.
I hiss at him and sit back immediately ready to pounce at this intruder.
“Woah calm down, there kitty.” I stare at the man with long black hair that reaches his shoulders with a pair of ginger like ears with white to them on top of his head. I know him as Wooyoung, the fox hybrid.
“Oh, it's you.” I say with boredom in my voice and a blank stare while reaching for the blankets he ripped off me that are on the floor. As I reach for them to cover myself again he stops me.
“Oh, no kitty, it's time to get up.” He grabs the blankets from my hands and tosses them to the other side where I would have to get up from my comfy bed to retrieve them.
I stare at him with disbelief.
“You are eating breakfast with us today, no exceptions.”
I lay back down and groan, “I’m not hungry.” I say but my stomach decides to betray me and make a loud noise that makes me freeze.
“I’m not hungry my ass.” I hear the fox hybrid say under his breath, “Come on get up, I have been personally assigned by Hongjoong to make sure you actually come to breakfast this time.”
It's been two weeks since I arrived from the facility. Two weeks of living in this ginormous house. Two weeks of tip toeing around everyone, and two weeks of dealing with this insufferable hybrid. He had decided I was gonna be his target to annoy the moment we met, which was the first two days of being here, and ever since then he's always in the same room as me, which always had me wondering if he had nothing better to do in his own free time.
I begrudgingly get up from my bed and start heading towards my bathroom, but as I am about to close the door it gets stopped by none other than him.
“Really? What, you're gonna start watching me take a piss too, or what?” I say sarcastically while looking up at him.
Why are they all so tall?
“Well, if you're giving me permission sweetheart- OW!”
I slammed the door on his face.
With a loud sigh I turn towards my bathroom sink and start doing my morning routine. I never had one before, but Seonghwa insisted that I needed one, so he bought me all sorts of bottles with stuff in them. He showed me how to use them and in which order but he lost me once he moved on to the fourth bottle.
As I stare at all the different bottles in front of me, deciding if I wanna do all this in the order he has shown me.
It's too early for all of this.
So, instead, I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and start bruising my teeth. While looking at the mirror in front of me I noticed that not only is my toothpaste pink but so is my toothbrush. I don’t know why but Hongjoong told me that one of the other hybrids that lived here chose it for me. I haven’t met this hybrid yet, as they are currently busy in another country as I was told by Hongjoong, but he did say that this hybrid was eager to meet me, though I don’t understand why he would be, as I am nothing special.
As I go to spit out the remaining toothpaste out of my mouth when someone knocks on my bathroom door. I ignored it, thinking it was Wooyoung trying to annoy me even more.
The knocking becomes more persistent and I huff at this, finally fed up with his antics, I go to open the door ready to tell him to fuck off.
“I will shove my foot so far up your a-” My mouth shuts real quick before I could finish my sentence as I notice it's not Wooyoung at the door, but someone else who has the biggest smirk planted on their face, clearly amused at my rage.
“Wanna finish that sentence for me, honey bee?”
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A/N; AHHHHHHHHHH IM FINALLY BACK! thank you guys for your patience truly, I have been going through a rough patch but was able to get back from it and become more motivated. I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter of Violently Fragile :D
a/n | the maknae line ver is coming soon trust also i rly like how i wrote yeosang's and seonhwa's parts in this brooo
hongjoong_
he stops seeing your touch as casual. hongjoong has always been comfortable around you. comfortable enough that little moments happen naturally.
your hand brushing against his while reaching for the same coffee mug. your knee bumping his beneath the table during dinner. your shoulder leaning into his whenever you're both looking at something on his laptop.
he never thinks much about it.
until one evening.
he's sitting in the studio, headphones hanging loosely around his neck while another unfinished demo loops quietly through the speakers.
you'd insisted on bringing him dinner because, according to you, "creative geniuses forget food exists."
he rolled his eyes. you laughed. nothing unusual.
you place the container beside him before walking around his chair.
"you're tense."
he hums absentmindedly.
"am i?"
instead of answering, your hands settle on his shoulders.
your thumbs begin working slow circles through the muscles beneath his hoodie.
hongjoong freezes.
not visibly.
just enough that his pencil stops moving.
"...better?"
your voice is quiet.
he swallows.
"...yeah."
he tells himself it's because the massage actually feels nice.
except...
when you stop after barely two minutes, he notices immediately. his shoulders suddenly feel cold.
the room feels empty. without thinking, he almost reaches back. almost asks you to keep going.
the realization comes so suddenly it makes him stare at the computer screen without seeing any of it.
it wasn't the massage.
it was your hands.
your touch had become something he looked forward to without ever admitting it.
later that night, while working again, he catches himself rubbing absentmindedly at the place your fingers had rested.
he smiles to himself.
seonghwa_
dating you means getting used to waiting.
waiting while you decide between two nearly identical dresses. waiting while you redo your eyeliner because "the wings aren't sisters." waiting while you disappear into the bedroom only to emerge five minutes later asking,
"heels or flats?"
he doesn't mind. truthfully, he likes watching you get ready. not because he's impatient for you to finish but because he enjoys seeing the little routine you don't even realize you've built around him.
the way you hum quietly while fixing your hair. the tiny frown that appears whenever you're concentrating. how you always ask for his opinion before immediately disagreeing with it.
"the black heels."
"...i was thinking the nude ones."
he smiles.
"then why did you ask?"
"i don't know."
he laughs under his breath.
then you walk over carrying a lipstick tube.
"hold this."
before he can ask why, you've already placed the cap in his hand.
he watches through the bathroom mirror as you carefully trace your lips slowly, your eyes focused.
the lipstick glides across your bottom lip before you press them together.
"...done."
you turn toward him with a satisfied smile.
"too much?"
seonghwa can't stop looking at your mouth.
it's subtle. the lipstick isn't even particularly bold. just enough to make your lips look impossibly soft. he clears his throat.
"...no."
"really?"
you step closer. close enough for him to smell your perfume.
"you don't think it's too dark?"
he tries to answer. instead his eyes flick down again. you notice.
"...what?"
"...nothing."
a lie. because he's suddenly wondering something incredibly dangerous. would it leave a mark?
he imagines finding the faint outline of your lipstick on his collar afterward. imagines refusing to wipe it off.
the thought hits him so unexpectedly that he actually looks away from you.
"...seonghwa?"
he blinks.
"hm?"
"you're staring."
"...sorry."
his ears feel warm. you tilt your head, amused.
"...you're acting weird."
"...am i?"
"very."
you step forward one last time before leaving. a quick kiss against his cheek. barely a second.
"there."
you smile proudly.
"now you match my lipstick."
you disappear toward the front door before he can respond. the apartment falls quiet. seonghwa slowly walks over to the hallway mirror.
sure enough there's the faintest pink mark on his cheek.
he stares at it for a long moment.
then instead of wiping it away he smiles. he doesn't realize he still has it until halfway through the drive.
yunho_
you laugh at him so hard you accidentally snort. yunho loves making you laugh. he'll do anything for it. terrible impressions. ridiculous dances. making up fake song lyrics while cooking dinner. pretending the vacuum cleaner is a microphone.
if it earns him one laugh, it's worth looking ridiculous.
one evening, the two of you are making dinner together.
or trying to.
yunho insists he knows exactly what he's doing.
"...i've watched enough cooking videos."
you raise an eyebrow.
"watching isn't cooking."
"same thing."
"...absolutely not."
five minutes later he confidently tosses vegetables into the pan. half of them miss. one lands on the floor. another somehow bounces onto the counter behind him. you stare at him.
"...that was intentional."
you burst out laughing. "intentional?"
"absolutely."
he nods with complete confidence.
"the vegetables needed freedom."
you laugh harder. doubling over this time. he grins triumphantly.
"see?"
you try to answer. instead a tiny, completely uncontrollable snort escapes you.
the room goes silent. your eyes immediately widen.
"...you heard nothing."
yunho blinks once. then he laughs. not because you snorted.
because of how horrified you look. you cover your face.
"don't."
he's already laughing so hard he has to grab the counter.
"yunho."
"I'M SORRY."
he isn't. you groan dramatically.
"I'm actually leaving."
you make it exactly two steps before he catches your wrist.
still smiling. still laughing.
"don't be embarrassed."
you refuse to look at him.
"...that was so unattractive."
he stops laughing immediately.
"...who told you that?"
you blink.
"...what?"
"who made you think laughing could ever make you unattractive?"
his voice is quieter now. genuine. he reaches up, gently pulling your hands away from your face. your cheeks are still pink. eyes avoiding his. he smiles. softly this time.
"...that might've been my favorite sound you've ever made."
you stare at him.
"...you're impossible."
"probably."
he shrugs.
"...but you were happy."
that's all he can think about. you were happy enough to forget how you looked. how you sounded. comfortable enough to laugh without holding yourself back. later that night you're already asleep beside him.
yunho lies awake for a little while longer. thinking about that laugh. because it meant you'd reached a point where you felt completely safe with him.
yeosang_
he notices the necklace before anyone else does. yeosang has always been observant in strange ways.
just... details.
little things everyone else walks past without noticing. the rings you switch between depending on your outfit. the tiny scar near your wrist. the way you tuck loose strands of hair behind your left ear whenever you're thinking.
he never points them out. he simply remembers.
one afternoon, the two of you meet for coffee after he'd finished practice. you walk toward him with your usual smile. he smiles back. then his eyes pause.
"...what?"
he blinks once.
"you're wearing something different."
you look down instinctively.
"my shoes?"
"...no."
"my jacket?"
"...no."
you tilt your head.
"...what changed?"
his gaze settles just below your collarbone.
a delicate gold necklace catches the afternoon sunlight. a tiny charm rests against your skin.
"...that."
your hand automatically reaches for it.
"oh."
you smile.
"my mom gave it to me yesterday."
he nods.
"...it suits you."
you thank him before the conversation moves on.
except... it doesn't move on for him. because throughout the afternoon, his eyes keep finding the necklace.
not intentionally. it simply catches his attention every time you laugh. every time you reach for your drink. every time sunlight reflects off the tiny pendant.
he realizes something strange. it isn't really the necklace. it's where it sits. resting lightly against your skin. following the gentle movement of your breathing. when the realization hits he immediately looks away.
later, while walking you home, the wind picks up.
you shiver slightly.
without thinking, he steps closer to block some of it.
the necklace slips beneath the collar of your sweater. disappearing from view. he's oddly relieved.because maybe now he'll finally stop looking.
he doesn't. instead he notices the way your hand absentmindedly reaches beneath the fabric to adjust it.
he smiles to himself. he'd remembered, just like he'd remembered your favorite flower, your coffee order, the way you preferred walking on the inside of the sidewalk.
he'd told himself those details didn't mean anything. now, he wasn't so sure anymore.
pairings: jung wooyoung x reader
genre: fluff, one-shot
a/n: I had an epiphany about wooyoung's tattoos a while ago
When you first met Wooyoung, you didn't really like tattoos.
It was a personal feeling, there was nothing immoral about it, of course. You just liked a person's natural clean skin and the versatility of un-tattooed skin when it came to dressing certain ways. For instance, if you were to get a tough or sexy tattoo, it'd stand out if you decided to wear something girly, and vice versa.
Wooyoung had two tattoos when you met him. You didn't see when when you met, but he was quick to talk about them considering how much he loved them because of how much meaning they had to him.
When he saw your appeasing smile, he couldn't help but frown. "You don't like them?"
"That's not it!" you assured him quickly. Both the sin prosa sin pausa and the amicus ad aras tattoos were easy to hide, so naturally they were out of sight out of mind.
And when he'd shown you pictures (because he wasn't going to whip his shirt or pants off to show you his tattoos on before the third date, at least), you couldn't deny that you thought they were pretty. They were simple enough, too, so even if you could see them, they'd probably be fine.
"I'm not usually a fan of tattoos," you admitted to him, "but I like yours. I like the meanings behind them and I think they're pretty."
His lips pursed a little in disappointment, "But you don't like them?"
"I like you," you said, putting your hand on his, "I will like you with or without tattoos. It's not a deal-breaker for me."
"Would... you be upset if I got more?" he asked, interlocking your fingers together, "Because I like you, and if you tell me not to, then I won't."
Somehow you doubted that, but you did appreciate the sentiment. You chuckled, "I will like whatever way you want to look. If that means tattoos, then that means tattoos. You are the most beautiful when you feel beautiful."
"Hm," He huffed with a grin, "I like your answers."
"Thank you," you chuckled.
Well, you can't say you liked his next tattoo.
Again, you liked the meaning of it. I AM NEVER ALONE AND I NEVER WILL BE. You cried when he told you what it meant to him before he'd even gotten the tattoo. You supported him, of course.
But this one was a little more visible. When he wore looser shirts, you could see it peaking out from under the neckline below the nape of his neck, and the frown that usually formed on your face was instinctual.
This one was just a lot bigger and louder than the other ones. Of course, you would never express how you felt about it to Wooyoung. As long as he loved it and it had meaning to him, you were all for it.
He could tell you didn't like it, but every time he saw your expression when seeing it, he'd make sure to express his gratitude that you loved him despite it.
And then you had to subsequently remind him that what he did with his body was his choice and that your opinion of it didn't matter, whether you liked it or not. And you reminded him how much you loved him by any means necessary.
It was the latest tattoo that had your mind spiraling.
It was the loudest and most specifically styled one by far. That rose with eight thorns. Again, something that had meaning, but Wooyoung didn't tell you about this one. He just came home one day with his arm taped up and told you not to worry about it until one day he came home and the tape was finally off, revealing the intricate design on his forearm.
Now, fully comfortable and communicative with your boyfriend after being together for quite some time, you didn't hide your dissatisfied expression, and he didn't feel insecure because of it, letting out a laugh as he found your expression cute.
"I know, it's different," he chuckled. "It's fine," you said shortly, though it was obvious that you hated it, "Totally fine."
He pulled away to hold his arm out to you so you could look at it more and you couldn't help but pout.
You were vain, but you especially disliked this one. "I can't see your veins anymore," you grumbled, tracing the slightly revealed blood line, now covered in dark ink.
He laughed, "You have the other arm!"
"But I like both arms," you whined childishly. Your finger traced his tattoo up and down, making him shiver. "You don't like it at all?" he asked with a playful pout.
"No!" you huffed, turning around to pretend to shun him.
Yes, you didn't like it, but your attitude was all light-hearted. He knew you well enough to know that by now. Even though he knew you didn't actually like it, you loved him, and that mattered more to you than his tattoos.
You thought you'd hate that damned rose tattoo forever. It was so visible, your eyes were always drawn to it when he wore short sleeves, or better yet when he'd roll up the sleeves of a button-up the way you liked it. Ugh. It still made your mouth water, but it'd always be paired with wishing that his beautiful golden skin wasn't covered up with the inky black artwork, beautiful as it was.
Then came the baseball game.
Obviously, it was an insane honor to throw the pitch for the Korean National Baseball team before their game with Australia, and Wooyoung obviously brought you along.
It had been some time now, and while you did tell yourself that you'd hate that tattoo forever, for some reason, his vibe today in particular was giving your stomach tingles that hadn't been there before, especially with his tattoo out on display for everyone to see.
Just something about him, how unapologetic he was about being himself and how confident he was in the way he moved. Every part of him was built with intention, even his tattoos.
His tattoo moved with his arm as he threw the first pitch, and you couldn't take your eyes off of it. When he turned to look at you after the pitch, it seemed he could tell. He smirked.
"What are you looking at so intently?" he asked.
"Your tattoo," you hummed, taking his arm in your hand, similarly to the way you had when you'd first seen it.
He frowned, "Don't let it bother you right now."
"No, it doesn't... it doesn't bother me anymore," you said with a grin, looking up at him. "It's an intentionally crafted part of you. The way you are now, the way you act, the way you look, was the way you were born to be, and that's the person I love. I love the person you are and the person you want to be."
Wooyoung looked at you, mouth agape in awe, for once speechless. You chuckled, "Does that make sense."
He pulled you in for a hug, making you laugh as he pressed his lips near your ear. "That was the sexiest thing I have ever heard you say."
"Oh yeah?" you hummed under your breath, "How are we going to commemorate that?"
"Fuckkk, if I didn't want to watch this game so bad, I'd just take you in the car on the way home," he breathed.
"Are you sure you won't be distracted if you don't take care of me right now?" you teased and he groaned, looking around. He then took your wrist as you smiled triumphantly, allowing yourself to be pulled along by him. By the same arm that got you into this situation in the first place.
"Come on, I'm gonna show you just how happy this arm can make you."
when you had first heard whisperings of yeosang, you weren’t sure what all the fuss was about. and when you finally saw him, he was just… a guy. attracttive, for sure. but, nothing gravitated you towards him, not yet anyway.
you’d then observe him for weeks; how he was with friends, superiors, and strangers alike. he’s respectful, kind, and is always supportive of his friends. he was thoughtful, caring even. but, that felt normal to you. you weren’t sure what made him stand out from other male friends around you.
it doesn’t click for you until you’re with him on a balcony. he’s prattling off about random chemistry facts he knows, while you lean a bit against the railing, watching him. even the setting sun seemed to be working in his favor: the glow from it made him seem ethereal.
but, more importantly, you see how his eyes light up with interest as he talks— diligently relaying fun facts to you as if you needed to know them. you watch how he smiles with his whole face, and how he uses his whole body to converse with you. in that moment, a gentle warmth settles in your chest— one of admiration. yes, he’s hot, but he’s also authentically himself.
when he finally notices you watching him, he blushes lightly as he chuckles.
“sorry, was i boring you?”
you shake your head, feeling a blush of your own coming on. “i could listen to you all day.” you quietly admit.
yeosang’s ears instantly turn red, laughing almost nervously as he turns to the horizon. did he hear that right?
he runs a finger lazily along the railing of the balcony, as if deep in thought. your quiet confidence shocked him— to him, you were the one person he felt he couldn’t get to. it was easy for him to become close with others, but you kept your distance. always keeping him at an arms length away from you.
he’d be lying to himself if he said you didn’t intrigue him. not from being mysterious, but from your lingering glances, and your willingness to be friends despite you staying distant. it was a push and pull that excited him, hoping that one day, the two of you will become closer.
you face the horizon as well, your smile widening as you feel more of the warmth from the sun. not only did the sun feel nice, but it felt good to finally understand why everyone was so drawn towards yeosang.
a loud slam sounds from the door behind you, jolting the both of you out of your comfortable silence. san winces slightly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, “my bad…” he mumbles before his attention turns towards you, “there you are! mingi thought you’d be out here.” but he was surprised to see yeosang as well.
“mingi?” your eyebrow raises slightly before mingi himself shuffles into view with a slight pout, “i’ve been waiting for you for hours!!” it’s been ten minutes, at most. “the karaoke booth is finally free.. i have yunho standing guard to hold jongho off.”
you instantly brighten up, almost forgetting that this was why you came out tonight. it takes a few steps for you to reach mingi, instantly linking your arm with his and dragging him towards the karaoke booth. “c’mon, c’mon!! yunho’s strong but he can’t fend jongho off alone!!”
the two of you giggle as you trail off, leaving san and yeosang alone on the balcony.
the faintest of frowns appear on yeosang’s face, but showed up clear as day to his friend of almost ten years. it was hard for him to mask his disappointment.. he wanted to stay with you for just a little while longer.
made purely bc this man snuck up on me and i needed an outlet LMAO. might expand on this one day but i wanted to just get this out there.
please do not attempt to edit, repost, copy, or feed my work (in)to ai. translating can be negotiated, permission is needed. if there’s a way to make my work more accessible, lmk!
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