I’m loving your solo fics! could you write for Keeho where he is looking after a young cousin and calls his bsf cause he knows she’s good with kids but the kid just keeps asking if they are together and other funny questions that just keeps making Keeho and reader flustered😙
Also could I be 🐈⬛ anon if it isn’t taken? Make sure you look after yourselfff!!🥰
You always knew something was wrong when Keeho called you after 9 p.m.
Not texted. Called.
You stared at your phone for a solid three seconds, watching his name vibrate across the screen like it personally offended him to exist, before you answered.
“Hey,” you said calmly. Too calmly.
“Okay listen...and don't hang up.”
You snorted. “That bad huh?”
There was a pause. In the background, you heard what sounded like a dramatic gasp followed by a crash and a very small voice yelling, “I said I was SORRY.”
Keeho exhaled like he had just run a marathon barefoot. “I need help.”
That got your attention. Keeho, professional idol, king of confidence, human embodiment of sarcasm and charm, was asking for help. Out loud. With his voice cracking just a little.
You leaned back on your bed. “With what exactly?”
Another crash. A thump. Something rolled.
“…babysitting.”
You blinked. “I’m sorry what?”
“My cousin,” he rushed out. “He’s seven. He’s staying with me tonight because my aunt had an emergency and I said yes because how hard could it be and now I think I’m about to do a Full Britney 2007.”
You pressed your lips together, already smiling. “Really.”
“He just asked me why the moon follows cars and I told him it doesn’t and now he’s mad at me.”
You covered your mouth, laughter bubbling up despite your efforts. “You told him it doesn’t?”
“I panicked.”
You laughed properly then, shoulders shaking. “You panicked at a moon question?”
“I’m not built for this,” he groaned. “He’s been bored for ten minutes straight. Ten. Minutes.”
“That’s a long time for a kid,” you said sweetly.
“I tried to give him snacks. He wants a different bowl. I tried cartoons. He says they’re baby shows. I tried to explain taxes.”
“Well who doesn't cry about taxes.”
Keeho groaned again, louder this time. “Please come over.”
You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hm.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“That tone. You’re enjoying this.”
You absolutely were. “I might be.”
“Y/N.”
You hummed. “Yes please?”
“I will buy you food. Any food. I will never make fun of your taste in music again.”
“That’s a big promise.”
“He just put a sticker on my forehead.”
You grinned. “I’ll be there in twenty.”
“You’re a saint,” Keeho said.
“I didn’t say yes yet.”
Silence.
“…twenty minutes,” you sighed. “Try not to lose him.”
“No promises.”
When Keeho opened the door, you had exactly half a second to register the situation before you burst out laughing.
He stood there frozen, one hand still on the doorknob, eyes tired, hair a mess, hoodie wrinkled, and absolutely covered in stickers. Bright ones. Glittery ones. Some crooked, some aggressively centered. A dinosaur clung to his shoulder like it had chosen him. A star sat proudly on his cheek.
You leaned against the doorframe. “Well hello there.”
Keeho closed his eyes. “Don’t.”
“You look like a very sad middle school notebook.”
He sighed, stepping aside to let you in. “Just come in. Please.”
You slipped past him, kicking your shoes off. “How long has this been going on?”
“Too long,” he muttered. “He has unlimited access to stickers and no moral compass.”
“I can see that.”
As you walked further inside, he followed you closely, still talking like he was narrating a disaster documentary. “Okay, before you meet him, just know that he’s… a lot. He asks questions. He doesn’t stop talking. He gets bored in five seconds. He hates the wrong color cups and—”
You held up a hand. “Keeho.”
He stopped.
You smiled lazily. “Chill.”
He frowned. “I am relaxed.”
You raised an eyebrow and gestured at his sticker-covered face. “You look like a craft store explosion.”
“That was uncalled for.”
You laughed softly and moved toward the living room. The kid was sprawled on the floor, surrounded by paper, crayons, markers, and stickers, humming to himself.
You crouched down to his level. “Hey there.”
He looked up at you, eyes immediately curious. “You’re not Keeho.”
“Good observation,” you said approvingly. “I’m Y/N.”
He tilted his head. “Are you the help?”
Keeho groaned from behind you. “I told you not to say that.”
You smiled. “I’m the backup.”
The kid nodded solemnly. “Cool.”
Keeho blinked. “That’s it? That’s all it took?”
You glanced back at him with a smug grin. “Told you.”
You turned back to the kid. “Whatcha doing?”
“Drawing,” he said. “But it’s boring now.”
You hummed thoughtfully, then snapped your fingers. “Okay. New game.”
His eyes lit up immediately. “What game?”
“We all draw each other,” you said. “But as animals...and the biggest one wins.”
He gasped. “Yes.”
Keeho stiffened. “Wait. We all?”
You looked at him. “Yes, all of us.”
“I didn’t agree to this.”
You sat cross-legged on the floor and handed him a piece of paper. “Shut up and do it.”
The kid giggled.
Keeho stared at the paper like it personally offended him. “This is bullying.”
“You’ll survive.”
Grumbling, he sat down next to you, legs stretched out awkwardly. “I don’t even know what animal I am.”
“You give off stressed golden retriever energy,” you said without hesitation.
The kid nodded. “Yeah.”
Keeho squinted. “This is two against one!”
You shrugged and started drawing. The room slowly filled with the soft scratch of crayons against paper.
A few minutes passed peacefully before the kid looked up, visibly bored again. “Keeho?”
Keeho tensed. “Yes?”
“Can I put more stickers on you?”
Keeho’s soul visibly left his body. “I think I’m good—”
“Actually,” you interrupted smoothly, sliding closer to the kid, “you know who would look even better with stickers?”
Both of them looked at you.
You pointed to yourself. “Me.”
Keeho whipped his head toward you. “You don’t have to—”
The kid was already excited. “Really?”
You nodded seriously. “Absolutely. Go wild.”
Keeho opened his mouth to protest again, but you shot him a look that clearly said don’t you dare.
The kid crawled over eagerly, peeling stickers and carefully placing them on your arms, your cheeks, your shirt. You reacted dramatically to every single one.
“This one makes you look like a superhero,” he announced.
You gasped. “I feel more powerful already.”
Keeho watched, stunned and deeply relieved, as his sticker nightmare transferred entirely onto you.
“You really are a hero,” he whispered.
You kept drawing as the kid worked, occasionally tilting your head so he could place them better. When he finally leaned back, satisfied, you clapped your hands.
“Oh my god,” you said, eyes wide. “I look incredible.”
The kid laughed. “You do!”
Keeho snorted despite himself. “You really do.”
You looked at him smugly. “Jealous?”
“Absolutely not.”
You finished your drawing and slid it toward the kid. “Okay. Reveal time.”
The kid showed his first. He had drawn you as a cat with a cape, Keeho as a dog with a thousand stickers, and himself as a dragon.
Keeho stared. “Why do I have that many stickers?”
“Because you’re special,” the kid said.
You beamed. “I love it.”
Keeho showed his reluctantly. He had drawn you as a bunny, the kid as a lion, and himself as… a turtle.
You squinted. “A turtle?”
“I panic slowly,” he said defensively.
The kid laughed.
Finally, you revealed yours. You had drawn the kid as a fox, clever and energetic, Keeho as a golden retriever tangled in stickers, and yourself as a bird.
Keeho studied it quietly. “That’s… actually really good.”
You grinned. “Thanks.”
He glanced at you. “You’re really good with kids. It’s impressive.”
Your grin softened. “Practice.”
“With who?”
“My siblings,” you said. “I grew up like this. Chaos is my natural habitat.”
He chuckled quietly. “I’m really glad you came.”
You nudged his shoulder. “Hey It’s my job to save your butt.”
He smiled, looking genuinely grateful.
When the kid hopped back from admiring your stickers, you turned to him. “Okay, what do you want to do now?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Wedding.”
Keeho blinked. “Wedding?”
The kid nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah.”
Keeho laughed awkwardly. “Okay, but who’s getting married? Me or her?”
The kid pointed dramatically. “Both”
Everything stopped.
You froze.
Keeho froze.
The room went painfully quiet.
Keeho laughed too loudly. “Haha. Don't be silly. We can't get married.”
The kid frowned. “Why?”
“Because… because...well we just can’t,” Keeho said, ears turning red.
The kid crossed his arms. “Why not?”
“Because she’s not my girlfriend,” Keeho blurted out.
You laughed, trying to ease the tension. “He’s right.”
The kid squinted at you. “But he is your boyfriend”
Keeho turned crimson.
"We are friends!” he said quickly.
The kid shook his head. “You get married.”
Keeho looked at you helplessly.
You sighed dramatically. “You know,” you said, “I don’t think I want to marry him anyway.”
Keeho’s head snapped toward you.
“He’s no fun,” you continued casually. “I’d rather marry someone funny...like you!”
The kid considered this. “Yeah. He is boring.”
Keeho gasped. “Excuse me?”
The kid shrugged and went back to drawing.
Keeho stared at the floor, mortified. “God that took a wild turn. I'm so sorry”
You placed your hand gently over his. “Hey. It’s okay.”
He looked at your hands, then up at you. “Thanks. For…ya know... everything.”
You smiled softly. “Always.”
The room grew quiet again. You both became painfully aware of how close you were. How warm his hand felt under yours.
Slowly, you pulled your hand back.
He did the same.
Neither of you looked at each other.
Both of you were blushing.
And somewhere between crayons, stickers, and imaginary weddings, something unspoken lingered quietly in the air.
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