synopsis: what would tbz call you when you're getting hot and heavy that'll make you feel good in all the right places?
notes: 18+ content (mdni!). this is my first set of tbz drabbles, so enjoy! i had the original idea over at ateezlibrary and also wanted to write it for these sweet boys.
disclaimer: ot11! haknyeon listed at the end.
sangyeon – baby
sangyeon's hand pins your wrists above your head, his body pressed firmly against yours as he drove into you with a steady rhythm. your whimpers only encourage him, a low groan escaping his throat as he leans down to capture your lips in a breathless, bruising kiss.
"look at me, baby," he hums against your lips, resting his forehead against yours as his hips roll deeper into you. with a gasp, you writhe under his touch and tug against his restraints. your eyes finally flutter open to meet his, matching the intensity in them. "that's it ... take me just like that."
he cups your jaw, thumb stroking over your swollen lips as his gaze never leaves yours.
jacob – my love
jacob fights to stifle soft, shaky gasps as you grind your hips against his. he digs his fingers into your waist desperately, his head tipped back against the pillow as his lips part with a sigh.
"you're driving me crazy, my love," he whispers, his voice trembling with need as you trail kisses along his jaw. you moan into his neck, the feeling of him filling you whole nearly sending you over the edge as he thrusts into you to meet your pace.
his grip tightens, breath hanging onto every moment his hips collide with yours. "don't stop," he begs softly, eyes fluttering open to meet yours.
younghoon – princess
younghoon's frame towers over you as he pins you to the wall, his hands beneath the back of your thighs as you wrap your legs around him. his lips meet yours in a breathless kiss, a mess of teeth and tongue as you tug at his already disheveled hair.
he pulls away for a moment, his lips swollen and eyes glazed over as he rests his forehead on yours. you whimper at the feel of him beneath you, the way the friction causes you to arch your back off of the wall and further into him.
"you don't know how badly i need you, princess," he mutters, his voice akin to a whine as he recaptures your lips in a heated kiss.
hyunjae – good girl
hyunjae's hand grips firmly on your hip as his fingers sink into you every stroke slow and deliberate. you writhe under his touch, a string of whimpers slipping past your lips that you struggled to conceal.
"such a good girl," he growls, his voice low and teasing. he holds your gaze, every movement of his fingers sending a wave of pleasure down your spine. "so wet for me already."
he leans down, his teeth grazing your shoulder before he nips at your collarbone. you clench around him, earning another groan from him as he trails his tongue along your neck.
"just wait until i fuck you."
juyeon – baby girl
"you like that, baby girl?" juyeon groans, his palm pressed to your stomach as he slides in and out of you at a relentless pace. you can't be bothered to hold his gaze as you bite back the scream that threatens to escape you. "let me hear how good it makes you feel."
you claw at his back, the sting dragging a hiss out of juyeon as his hand moves up to your neck with a gentle squeeze. your eyes roll back as you try to ignore the high that's about to spill over, hoping to feel juyeon stretch you out just a bit longer.
juyeon can sense what you're doing and chuckles, his fingers tightening as you finally give in to the moans that slip past your lips. "i want to hear you say my name."
kevin – honey
"keep still for me, honey," kevin whispers against your earlobe, his fingers already knuckles deep between your folds. you bite down on your lower lip, stifling the moan that threatens to escape you. the uber driver catches your eye in the rearview mirror and you offer a nonchalant, tight-lipped smile in response, as if to say 'all good back here'.
kevin chuckles against your skin, enjoying how he was able to rile you up. he picks up the pace, whispering all the ways he planned to ruin you once you were back at the hotel. you shudder under his touch, nails digging into his forearm as a desperate attempt to steady yourself.
"i'm not done with you yet," he informs you, slipping his fingers out of you as the uber crawls to a stop. he ushers you out, covertly sucking every drop of you off of his fingers with a wicked smile.
chanhee – my star
chanhee's face is unreadable as he sits across the room from you, hands flush on the arms of his chair as his eyes meet yours. you lay sprawled across the bed, lingerie strewn to the side as you run your own hands over every inch of your body.
you catch the way his eyes darken as you slip your fingers into your mouth, gliding your tongue over them before you bring them to your entrance. a soft gasp escapes your lips as you insert them, moving exactly the way you wanted them to. your face flushes when you realize chanhee's never seen you pleasure yourself in this way and you avert his gaze, your mind a mess of embarrassment and the pleasure that stirred in your core.
"don't look away from me, my star," he coos, his voice like honey from across the room. "i need to see you like this."
changmin – doll
your body trembles under changmin's as he continues to thrust into you, his slow, deep strokes dragging out your orgasm longer than you'd wanted. the pleasure churns in your stomach, every nerve ending on fire as he pushes even further and lowers his hand to your clit.
"changmin, please," you beg, breathless from the way your high has shifted from waves of pleasure to overstimulation in the blink of an eye. it was a confusing sensation, the way your body convulsed in response to the fact that he was making you feel a little too good.
"begging now, are we, doll?" he asks with a grin, his own voice breathy and a sign that he was all too close. you cry out as he rubs circles into your clit, forcing you to see stars as his pace finally grows erratic and he let himself release.
sunwoo – my girl
your palms lay flush on sunwoo's dresser, the only thing keeping you from collapsing onto the floor as sunwoo drills into you from behind. his hair falls over his face in disheveled waves, his swollen lips parted as his own hands steady your hips.
"that's my girl," he groans, his voice strained as he meets your gaze in the mirror before you. your eyes flicker between his and the sight of you bare before him, fucked and clinging to his furniture. "taking it so well."
you can't help but internally roll your eyes at his cockiness, ignoring the way it spurs you on to cry out his name in a drawn-out moan as he brings you closer to your high.
eric – angel
"that feel good, angel?" eric asks from under you, hands fighting again their restraints to caress your thighs. you glance down at the scarves you used as makeshift cuffs to the armchair, a smirk gracing your lips as you grind your hips harder against his. drunk from the pleasure, he rests his head back and admires you through hazy eyes.
you shudder in his lap, the feel of him stretching you out as you drag your hips along his cock causing your spine to arch as you throw your own head back.
suddenly, the feeling of his fingertips snap you out of your pleasure as you glare down at him in confusion. his hands sit firmly on your waist, a mischievous grin stretched across his face as he carries you across the room and to the bed. he cages you beneath him and leans in close, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear.
"my turn."
haknyeon – pretty girl
"there's my pretty girl," haknyeon sings as you saunter through the front door, his face lit up. you set your bag aside and greet him with a kiss on his cheek, his eyes slowly traveling down to your trench coat you wore to evade the cold. "is it really that cold outside?"
"well, no," you admit, fingers fiddling with the waistband as you glance up at him innocently. "but it could've been if i didn't wear my coat."
"why's that?" he asks, the picture of innocence that quickly dissipates into a dark hunger as you slip the coat off of your shoulders and let it fall to the ground. you stand bare before him, snaking your arms around his neck as he does the same to your waist. "oh."
he pulls you in tighter, his lips finding yours this time as a soft groan slips out of his mouth and into yours. "bedroom. now."
➺ Pairing - best man! Sangyeon x maid of honor fem! reader
➺ Summary - Your best friend’s getting married to the love of her life and you couldn’t be any more happy. Oh and did she mention her husband to be has a hot friend?
➺ Word Count - 1.5K
➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), best man!Sangyeon, stranger to lovers?, mutual feelings, some sexual tension, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, Sangyeon is practically obsessed with you, clothed sex?, that’s all for now I think
➺ Author’s note - AFTER 5 MONTHS SINCE MY LAST FIC 😭 Inspired by a scene from Sex and the City S2E7. Wrote this draft back in November then work got hectic and my writer’s block was terrible. This is a late bday and farewell (RIP) fic for Sangyeon (entering my military wife era) , & for @aimeecarreros, you requested something for your bday last year and I know it’s not what you were asking for but I still hope you enjoy akjsndajnsd I miss writing for y’all I hope you enjoy 🥹 Proofread once.
Thinking about best man!Sangyeon, who could not keep his eyes off you, the maid of honor, since the wedding proper. While the couple at the altar were saying their vows, his gaze towards you was like a magnet. There was just something about you that sparked his interest.
Was it because of how your hair framed your face so perfectly? Or was it the dress you were wearing? The one that accentuated your figure so well he was so tempted to sweep you off your feet then and there?
Either way, he was grateful to the heavens that Chanhee’s about-to-be-wife had a such a hot friend. After all, he’s just a man who can’t help but admire beautiful women like you.
During the wedding reception, he wasn’t expecting to have any interaction with you whatsoever since you might've been busy doing bridesmaid duties and he with his best man duties. But as he was taking a sip of whiskey by the bar your delicate finger tapped his shoulder.
As soon as he turned around he swore he felt his heart skip a beat. He’s never seen such beauty roam this earth, a literal goddess right in front of him. If he had his way he would’ve instantly gotten down on his knees and worshipped your bo-
“Hi, you’re Sangyeon right?” You ask him.
“Y-yeah. Yes I am.” He shakes the lewd thoughts of you immediately as he extends his hand to introduce himself.
“Nice to officially meet you.” He smiles as he grips your hand. You take an unnecessary mental note of how the firmness of his grip makes your stomach flip for a split second.
“So…” You clear your throat. “I was told by the wedding coordinator that we’re both in charge of fixing up the honeymoon suite for the newly weds. Would it be alright if you went with me?”
Sangyeon had never said a yes so fast in his life. He was practically putty in your hands and he barely even knows you. What the hell were you doing to him? He thinks to himself. Whatever it was, he never wants to get out of it.
As you both make it to the suite, you spot the prepared materials that the wedding coordinator had prepared on the console table.
“Alright!” You clap your hand together. “You prepare the bath essentials while I prepare the roses and candles?” You smile at him.
“S-sure.” He clears his throat. Sangyeon wasn’t sure at this point if it was the whiskey he drank earlier but he swears he noticed your eyes scan him from up to down, as if you were taking to memory how he looked (and not to mention the subtle lip bite you might've pulled before passing by him to get your materials from the table.)
A few minutes pass by and Sangyeon finishes setting everything that was needed in the bathroom, leaving him enough time to hopefully help you in placing the candles around the room. But as soon as he re-enters the bedroom he gets an eyeful of your gorgeous back and ass.
God that dress was really doing wonders on you and him, as he nearly felt his cock twitch in his pants.
“Need some help over there?” You turn your head as you hear his deep voice behind you.
“Almost done actually. Just this last bit and we should be finished here.” You turn back to scatter the remaining petals in your hands onto the bed.
“There. That should be it!” You place your hands on your hips as you inspect the view before you. “What do you think?” You turn around not knowing how close Sangyeon had gotten. You nearly let out a gasp, his presence catching you off guard in that moment.
“Just perfect.” He smiles and gazes into your eyes for a moment before looking down at your lips.
It must've been the atmosphere of the room and the wedding itself, but you suddenly find yourself making the first move and kissing Sangyeon. He wastes no time and pulls you by the waist, his strong hands gripping your body as he eagerly slips his tongue inside your mouth, making you moan with the way he moves the wet muscle against your own.
Your kisses become feverish and desperate. You've never been so turned on by a stranger before. Well… not much of a stranger now since you know his name and all. That counts right?
And before you know it, he's slowly getting you on the bed. His hands groping all your curves, kneading your ass as you hike your legs up and wrap them around his waist. Sangyeon’s hands impatiently push up your dress to reveal your lace panties. He lets out a low growl at the sight of them, the wet patch at the front spurring him on even further.
You gasp into the kiss as you feel his manhood press against your core, his plush lips kissing the column of your throat as his hand moves down to touch you. He circles your covered bud for a moment before ultimately pulling your panties down in one fell swoop.
The sound of his belt unbuckling makes you moan, you’re usually not one to fuck on a first date let alone a stranger. But ever since you saw him waiting outside the church earlier you couldn’t stop thinking about how ultra handsome he was. You told yourself wouldn’t mind hooking up with someone like him (whether he was an ass or not) because he was worth the fuck.
And now here you are, doing just that.
At this point you’re so wet his cock slides between your velvety walls easily, filling you up to the hilt as he wastes no time fucking you into the mattress. You know this is so wrong especially this is not your special day nor is this your suite. It’s your best friend and her husband’s for fucks sake!
But maid of honor duties be damned. You’ve been wanting to get dicked down for a while and now is the perfect chance to do so. Your best friend will understand.
“Sangyeon, you’re so big-” You moan into his ear as you hang on for dear life while he fucks himself into you, practically molding the shape of his cock between your walls. You think he’s some kind of magician, because how was he able to put you into a mating press, reach places inside you that you can’t even reach with your own fingers while making sure your dress and hair don’t get completely ruined?
"Fuck... you're so perfect." Sangyeon mutters under his breath as he rolls his hips, making sure you feel all of him with every thrust. "Where have you been all my life?" He slurs as his head is filled with nothing but lust and desire for you.
Sangyeon doesn’t stop groaning as he kisses every inch of your skin he can reach with his lips, not wanting this moment to end. Everything starts to become overwhelming for you to the point you don’t even realize you’re already reaching your high, seeing white as your walls tighten around his length.
As your wanton moans echo around the room as you hit your high, you pull on his hair tightly making Sangyeon press his face against your neck as he bursts inside you.
You could feel so much of him fill you up to the point its oozing out of your wet entrance because there’s no more space inside. God, it’s so much you feel as if you might get pregnant even if you’re on the pill.
To be honest, you thought he was just going to vanish after giving what you consider the best fuck of your life, but Sangyeon proved you wrong as he gives you probably one of the best aftercares you’ve experienced from a quickie. He made sure to clean you up good and fix your appearance first before his own, as if nothing happened at all. And to put the cherry on top, he even gives you a tender kiss as you leave the honeymoon suite.
You don’t speak as you both ride the elevator down to the reception, not knowing exactly what to say to each other. But Sangyeon breaks the ice as his deep voice rings in your ear.
“Hey so, there’s this arcade open 24/7 down the street.” He pauses. “Maybe if you’re up for it after the wedding we can go?” Sangyeon turns to you and intertwines his hand with yours, giving it a tender squeeze.
“I’d really like to get to know you more. Only if you want…” he smiles at you and you nearly melt on the spot. You tiptoe to give him a slight peck on his cheek, chuckling to yourself as you see him trying his best to hide the blush creeping up on his skin.
Summary: Y/n a kindergarten teacher tries hard to make sure all of her students can come to her class and have a safe place where they can both learn and have fun. So when one of her students win a prize due to his good grades she decides to talk to his extremely handsome “father” after class to commend him.
Word Count: 14.2k
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Y/N had always believed in the magic of teaching. For her, the classroom was more than just a place to impart knowledge—it was a sanctuary, a home away from home for her young students. She loved the way their faces lit up when they learned something new, or the way their laughter filled the room during playtime. Her classroom, decorated with bright colors, cheerful artwork, and little DIY projects, was a reflection of the joy she hoped to cultivate.
It was the start of the new school year, and as always, she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The buzz of tiny voices filled the hallway as children and parents gathered, ready to begin another year. Y/N stood by the door of her classroom, greeting each child with a smile, learning their names, and watching their eyes widen with curiosity as they peeked into the room that would become their second home for the next year.
“Welcome, Jisoo!” Y/N said warmly, crouching down to meet the eyes of a small boy with neatly combed hair and a shy smile. He clung to the hand of a tall man standing behind him. Y/N’s gaze flickered up briefly, noticing the man’s kind, though somewhat tired, expression. He was well-dressed but not overly formal, wearing a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark jeans.
Jisoo looked up at the man, then back at Y/N, before loosening his grip just enough to offer a tiny wave. “Hi,” he mumbled, barely audible, his wide eyes scanning the classroom.
“Hi, Jisoo,” Y/N replied softly, her voice gentle and reassuring. “You’re going to have so much fun here! Look, we have all sorts of books, games, and even a little reading nook with pillows. You can choose whichever spot makes you feel comfy.”
Jisoo seemed hesitant, still holding onto the man’s leg. The man—whom Y/N assumed was his father—gave a small chuckle. “He’s a little shy at first, but once he warms up, you won’t be able to stop him from talking.” His voice was smooth and held a hint of amusement.
Y/N smiled up at him, nodding. “That’s completely okay. We’ll give him all the time he needs to settle in.” She stood up, extending her hand toward the man. “I’m Ms. Y/N, by the way. It’s great to meet you both.”
The man shook her hand, his grip firm but not overpowering. “Sangyeon. Sangyeon Lee. Thanks for looking after him.” His smile was warm but brief, as though he wasn’t used to lingering in social pleasantries.
Y/N’s gaze lingered on him for a second longer, something about his presence catching her attention in a way that most parents didn’t. There was a quiet confidence about him, a calmness that made her feel oddly at ease. She quickly turned her attention back to Jisoo, giving the boy another encouraging smile before ushering him inside.
As the day went on, Y/N kept a careful eye on Jisoo, noticing how he sat quietly at his table, occasionally glancing around at the other children. He wasn’t withdrawn, just observant—like he was carefully taking in his new environment before deciding how to interact with it. She admired that about him, the way he seemed to approach everything with quiet thoughtfulness.
When it was time for the children to be picked up, parents slowly began arriving, chatting with each other while waiting outside the classroom. Y/N spotted Sangyeon in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, scanning the classroom for Jisoo. His presence stood out, not just because of his height or anything but because of the way he seemed so focused, like the world outside that classroom was a distant background noise.
“Hey, Jisoo,” Y/N called gently. “Your dad’s here.”
Jisoo perked up and hurried to pack his things, making his way to the door. Y/N, standing near the entrance, glanced at Sangyeon as he stepped forward to meet Jisoo. She couldn’t help but notice the tiredness in his eyes again, but it wasn’t the kind of exhaustion from lack of sleep. It felt deeper, as though it had been there for a while, tucked away behind the warmth he showed to Jisoo. Y/N’s curiosity about him piqued, but she quickly reminded herself to keep things professional. Her job was to teach and care for her students, not to pry into their personal lives.
“Did you have a good day, buddy?” Sangyeon asked, kneeling to Jisoo’s level as the boy approached him with his backpack slung over one shoulder.
Jisoo nodded, a tiny smile creeping across his face as he handed Sangyeon a drawing he had made earlier in the day. It was a simple sketch of a house with a tree next to it, the kind of picture all children made, but Sangyeon looked at it as though it was a masterpiece.
“Wow, this is amazing!” Sangyeon praised, his voice full of enthusiasm. “You’re already better at drawing than I am.”
Y/N couldn’t help but smile at their interaction. It was heartwarming to see a parent—well, who she assumed was a parent—so invested in their child’s day, even if it was something as small as a crayon drawing. She found herself lingering by the doorway, watching the two of them for a moment longer than she should have.
Sangyeon caught her gaze and stood up, tucking the drawing into his jacket pocket. “Thanks again for today, Ms. Y/N,” he said, his voice sincere. “I know Jisoo’s still getting used to things, but I think he’s going to like it here.”
“Oh, it’s my pleasure,” Y/N replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s a great kid. Very thoughtful. I’m looking forward to seeing him open up more as the days go on.”
Sangyeon gave her a small nod, his eyes lingering on hers for a brief second longer than usual. Y/N felt a tiny flutter in her chest but quickly pushed it aside. It was nothing. Just a polite exchange between a teacher and a parent.
“See you tomorrow, Jisoo!” Y/N waved as the boy shuffled out the door, still clinging to Sangyeon’s hand. Jisoo waved back timidly, and then they were gone, blending into the stream of parents and children in the hallway.
Y/N exhaled, leaning against the doorway as the classroom slowly emptied. It’s going to be a good year, she thought to herself, feeling a sense of satisfaction settle in. She loved the start of the school year, the promise of new beginnings, and the chance to watch her students grow. And yet, as she packed up her things and tidied the room, she couldn’t shake the brief but lingering thought of Sangyeon.
The next few weeks in Y/N’s classroom were filled with the usual hustle and bustle of kindergarten life. Y/N poured her heart into creating a supportive environment for her students, from crafting intricate lesson plans to designing engaging activities that would spark their curiosity. Jisoo settled into the routine with a quiet, steady presence, and Y/N was pleased to see him gradually becoming more comfortable and engaged in class.
Sangyeon continued to drop Jisoo off each morning and pick him up in the afternoon. Their interactions remained polite but brief, and Y/N found herself observing him with a mix of curiosity and respect. He was a constant presence, always attentive to Jisoo’s needs and consistently punctual. But despite his reliability, there was a distance between him and the other parents. He was friendly but kept to himself, never engaging in the casual conversations that often filled the waiting area.
One afternoon, as Y/N was organizing the art supplies, she overheard snippets of conversation from the other teachers in the staff room. They were discussing their students, their families, and the occasional anecdote about the quirks of the parents. Y/N listened in, her attention partially focused on the conversation and partially on her task.
“Have you noticed Sangyeon Lee?” one of the teachers, Ms. Parker, said. “He’s always so reserved. It’s a bit unusual for a parent.”
“I’ve seen that too,” Ms. Chang agreed, flipping through a stack of papers. “He’s definitely different from the other parents. Seems like a nice guy, though.”
Y/N’s ears perked up. “Oh, what do you mean by ‘different’?”
Ms. Parker shrugged. “Just that he doesn’t engage much with the other parents. Most of them chat while waiting, but he seems to prefer keeping to himself. It’s like he’s always in his own world.”
“Maybe he’s just shy or busy,” Y/N suggested, trying to offer a more positive perspective. “He’s been really polite and supportive of Jisoo. That counts for a lot.”
“True,” Ms. Chang conceded. “He’s definitely good to Jisoo. But it’s still curious. Sometimes it’s nice to get to know the parents a bit better. Makes communication easier.”
Y/N nodded, understanding the sentiment. Building a rapport with parents often made it easier to address any concerns or share updates about their child’s progress. But she also recognized that everyone had their own way of managing their personal lives. If Sangyeon preferred to keep a lower profile, that was his choice, and Y/N respected that.
The weeks passed, and Y/N found herself growing accustomed to the rhythm of the school year. The children’s laughter, the clatter of blocks, and the murmur of reading time became the backdrop of her daily life. Jisoo continued to thrive, showing gradual improvement in his social interactions and classroom activities. His drawings and stories, while simple, often reflected a rich imagination and a thoughtful nature.
One day, as the end of the day approached and parents began arriving to pick up their children, Y/N noticed Sangyeon standing near the door, waiting for Jisoo. He had a slight frown on his face, his attention focused on something in the hallway. Y/N, who was tidying up the classroom, decided to approach him.
“Hi, Mr. Lee,” she greeted, offering a friendly smile. “How was your day?”
Sangyeon looked up, momentarily surprised. “Oh, Ms. Y/N. It’s been alright. Just a bit hectic at work. But I’m glad to pick up Jisoo and see how his day went.”
“I hope it’s not too overwhelming,” Y/N said sympathetically. “If there’s ever anything we can do to make things easier, just let us know.”
Sangyeon’s gaze softened slightly. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”
Just then, Jisoo bounded into the room, his face flushed with excitement. “Ms. Y/N, look! I made a rocket ship!”
Y/N admired the crayon drawing Jisoo proudly presented. “Wow, that’s fantastic, Jisoo! I love how colorful it is.”
Sangyeon crouched down beside Jisoo, his expression brightening. “That’s a great rocket ship, buddy. Did you learn about space today?”
Jisoo nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! We talked about the stars and the moon. Ms. Y/N said we might even make a space collage next week.”
“Sounds like a lot of fun,” Sangyeon said, ruffling Jisoo’s hair gently. “I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.”
As they talked, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the small, affectionate gestures Sangyeon made toward Jisoo. It was clear that he cared deeply for him, and it was touching to see the bond they shared. Y/N also observed how Sangyeon, despite his usual reserve, seemed to open up slightly when interacting with Jisoo.
As the days turned into weeks, Y/N continued to see Sangyeon in the same pattern: brief, polite interactions that never ventured beyond the surface. She found herself wondering about him more frequently, intrigued by the subtle hints of his personality she’d glimpsed during their conversations. The distance he maintained was respectful, but it left her with an impression of him as a solitary figure, someone who navigated life with a sense of quiet dignity.
One chilly autumn afternoon, Y/N decided to take the children outside for a bit of fresh air and a nature walk around the school’s playground. The crisp air and vibrant fall colors created a perfect backdrop for exploration. As the children gathered around, eagerly examining fallen leaves and acorns, Y/N glanced up to see Sangyeon arriving to pick up Jisoo.
Sangyeon approached with his usual calm demeanor, his eyes scanning the playground before landing on Jisoo. He waved to Y/N as he walked over, a small, polite smile on his face.
“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, his voice carrying a hint of warmth. “It looks like a beautiful day for a walk.”
“It really is,” Y/N agreed. “The children are having a blast exploring the fall scenery. Jisoo’s been very engaged in finding different types of leaves.”
Sangyeon nodded, his gaze shifting to Jisoo, who was eagerly showing off a particularly large leaf he had found. “He’s always had a keen interest in nature. I remember him getting excited about bugs and plants when he was younger.”
“That’s wonderful,” Y/N said, smiling. “It’s great to see his curiosity about the world around him.”
Sangyeon’s eyes met Y/N’s, and for a moment, there was a fleeting connection—a brief understanding that went beyond words. Y/N could see that Sangyeon’s life was intricately tied to Jisoo’s well-being, and it was clear that he was a significant figure in the boy’s life.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of their outdoor playtime, Y/N gathered the children and began ushering them back inside. Sangyeon and Jisoo prepared to leave, and as they walked toward the exit, Sangyeon glanced back at Y/N with a thoughtful expression.
“Thank you for today, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said. “I appreciate the extra effort you put into making things special for the kids.”
“It’s my pleasure,” Y/N replied. “They bring so much joy to the classroom. It’s easy to go the extra mile for them.”
As Sangyeon and Jisoo left, Y/N watched them go, her thoughts lingering on the man who was so devoted to his child. She couldn’t help but wonder about his life outside of these brief interactions—about what made him tick, what his days were like, and how he managed to balance everything with such quiet grace.
It was a slow burn, this growing curiosity about Sangyeon. There were no grand gestures or dramatic revelations yet, just small moments of connection that hinted at a deeper story. Y/N understood that getting to know someone took time, and she was prepared to be patient.
As she finished tidying up the classroom and prepared to leave for the day, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that her interactions with Sangyeon were just the beginning. The slow, deliberate pace of their connection was a reflection of the care and consideration that defined both of their lives. And though they hadn’t yet ventured beyond the surface, Y/N had a sense that there was more to discover—a journey that would unfold in its own time.
The school year continued to flow smoothly, with each day bringing its own set of routines, joys, and small surprises. Y/N’s classroom was a place of constant activity, from the bustling of the children during free play to the focused quiet of storytime. Despite the predictable rhythm, Y/N found herself increasingly intrigued by Sangyeon Lee, whose presence seemed to linger just beyond the edges of her everyday life.
Sangyeon’s routine was consistent: he would drop Jisoo off in the morning, briefly exchange pleasantries with Y/N, and then pick him up in the afternoon, often with a small, meaningful conversation about Jisoo’s day. His interactions with the other parents were minimal, and while Y/N respected his preference for privacy, she couldn’t help but wonder about the man behind the reserved exterior.
One chilly November morning, the school was preparing for its annual fall festival—a much-anticipated event filled with games, crafts, and a small fair. Y/N and her colleagues were bustling with preparations, decorating the hallways with autumn leaves and setting up tables for various activities. The children were excited, chattering about the upcoming festival, and Y/N was in the midst of coordinating the event details.
As the festival day approached, Y/N noticed that the parents were more involved than usual, volunteering their time and resources to help make the event a success. Sangyeon, as always, arrived promptly to drop off Jisoo. Y/N observed him from a distance, noting the slight weariness in his eyes but also the genuine smile he offered Jisoo.
“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” Y/N said as she greeted him by the classroom door. “I hope you’re doing well. We’re getting ready for the festival, and the kids are really excited.”
Sangyeon’s gaze softened as he looked at Y/N. “Good morning, Ms. Y/N. I’m sure it will be a great event. Jisoo’s been talking about it non-stop.”
“He’s one of the most enthusiastic little helpers we’ve got,” Y/N said with a laugh. “He’s been looking forward to the crafts and games all week.”
Sangyeon smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m glad to hear that. He’s always been so eager to participate in anything creative.”
As Jisoo bounced into the classroom, ready for the day, Y/N noticed that Sangyeon seemed a little more relaxed than usual. His smile lingered as he watched Jisoo join his friends, his gaze shifting back to Y/N.
“If you need any extra hands for the festival setup,” Sangyeon offered, “I’d be happy to help out. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate.”
Y/N was pleasantly surprised by the offer. “That would be wonderful, Mr. Lee. We could definitely use an extra set of hands. If you’re free this afternoon, we’d love to have you join us.”
“I’ll be there,” Sangyeon said with a nod. “Just let me know what needs to be done.”
The festival day arrived with a crisp, clear sky and a slight chill in the air. The school grounds were transformed into a vibrant celebration of fall, with colorful decorations, festive music, and the scent of baked goods wafting through the air. Parents and children filled the space, their laughter and chatter creating a lively atmosphere.
Y/N and her colleagues were busy at various activity stations, helping the children with crafts, games, and treats. Amid the chaos, Y/N caught sight of Sangyeon arriving, his presence adding a touch of calm to the bustling scene. He wore a casual, cozy sweater and jeans, looking relaxed and approachable.
Sangyeon approached Y/N, his hands tucked into the pockets of his sweater. “I’m here as promised. What can I do to help?”
Y/N smiled, grateful for his assistance. “Great to see you, Mr. Lee. We could use some help with setting up the craft station and supervising the games. If you’d like, you can start with the craft tables. They’re in need of a little organization.”
“Sounds good,” Sangyeon replied, rolling up his sleeves. “I’ll get right on it.”
As Sangyeon worked, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way he moved with a sense of purpose and calm. He quickly adapted to the tasks, organizing supplies and assisting the children with their crafts. His interactions with the kids were gentle and encouraging, and Y/N observed that he had a natural ability to connect with them.
Throughout the afternoon, Y/N and Sangyeon exchanged occasional glances and brief conversations as they worked side by side. There was a comfortable rhythm to their interactions, a shared sense of purpose in making the festival a success. Y/N appreciated Sangyeon’s willingness to help and the ease with which he integrated into the event.
At one point, as Y/N was setting up a game booth, she noticed Sangyeon helping Jisoo with a craft project. The sight of them working together, Jisoo’s face lit up with concentration and Sangyeon’s gentle guidance, brought a smile to Y/N’s face.
Sangyeon caught her watching and gave her a small, knowing smile. “I think Jisoo’s found his new favorite activity,” he said with a chuckle.
“It looks like he’s having a great time,” Y/N replied. “Thanks again for helping out. It’s made a big difference.”
“Glad to be of assistance,” Sangyeon said. “It’s nice to see everyone having fun.”
As the festival drew to a close, Y/N and Sangyeon helped clean up, packing away supplies and dismantling the various activity stations. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the school grounds. The festival had been a success, and Y/N felt a deep sense of satisfaction as she surveyed the results of their hard work.
Sangyeon, carrying a box of leftover supplies, walked alongside Y/N as they headed toward the staff room. “I hope you had a good time,” he said, his tone light and casual. “I know these events can be a lot of work.”
“I did,” Y/N said with a smile. “It was a lot of fun, and I’m grateful for your help. It made everything run a lot smoother.”
Sangyeon nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I’m glad to hear that. I enjoyed being a part of it. Jisoo had a blast, and that’s what matters most.”
As they reached the staff room, Y/N stopped and turned to Sangyeon. “Thank you again for your support. It means a lot to us.”
Sangyeon smiled warmly. “Anytime. It’s the least I can do.”
Y/N watched as Sangyeon headed toward the exit, Jisoo at his side. There was a sense of quiet contentment in the way he interacted with Jisoo, a subtle but profound bond that spoke volumes about his character. Y/N found herself reflecting on the small moments of connection she had experienced with Sangyeon and wondered about the story behind his reserved demeanor.
In the following days, Y/N continued to observe Sangyeon from a distance, noting the little things that revealed his dedication and care. He was always punctual, always polite, and always attentive to Jisoo’s needs. His interactions with the other parents remained minimal, but Y/N sensed a quiet strength in him, a depth that went beyond surface appearances.
The slow burn of their connection continued to unfold, marked by brief exchanges and fleeting moments of understanding. Y/N remained patient, respecting Sangyeon’s boundaries while quietly hoping for opportunities to get to know him better.
As the weeks went by, Y/N’s curiosity about Sangyeon remained, but she also understood that building a connection took time. The unspoken bond between them grew slowly, grounded in mutual respect and shared experiences. For now, Y/N was content with the steady rhythm of their interactions, knowing that each moment was a step toward a deeper understanding.
The winter season arrived gently, bringing with it a crisp chill and the promise of holiday cheer. The school had decorated its halls with festive ornaments and twinkling lights, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere for the children and their families. Y/N was busy preparing for the end-of-year celebrations and organizing the annual awards ceremony, a highlight for the students who had shown outstanding progress and achievements throughout the year.
The awards ceremony was an eagerly anticipated event, and Y/N was excited to see the children’s faces light up as they received recognition for their hard work. Jisoo, as always, had been enthusiastic about the event, often talking about it with his friends and showing off his progress in class.
In the weeks leading up to the ceremony, Y/N had noticed Jisoo’s increasing dedication to his studies. He had been particularly focused, his efforts reflecting in his improved grades and enthusiastic participation in class activities. It was no surprise to her when Jisoo’s name appeared on the list of award recipients.
The day of the ceremony arrived, and the school gymnasium was transformed into a festive space, with colorful decorations and a stage set up for the awards presentation. Parents, teachers, and students filled the seats, eagerly awaiting the start of the event. Y/N was stationed at the front, ready to give a short speech and present the awards.
As the ceremony began, Y/N stood at the podium, her eyes scanning the audience. The excitement in the room was palpable, and Y/N felt a sense of pride as she saw the students’ anticipation. The awards were handed out one by one, with each child receiving applause and congratulations for their accomplishments.
When it was Jisoo’s turn, Y/N’s heart swelled with pride. She called Jisoo’s name, and he bounded up to the stage with his usual enthusiasm, his eyes shining with excitement. Y/N presented him with his award, a certificate recognizing his exceptional progress and dedication. As she handed him the certificate, she couldn’t help but notice how proud Sangyeon looked from his seat in the audience, his smile evident even from a distance.
After the ceremony, Y/N made her way through the crowd, seeking out Jisoo and his “father” to offer her congratulations. She spotted Sangyeon standing with Jisoo near the refreshments table, his demeanor relaxed as he chatted with other parents. Y/N approached them with a warm smile.
“Mr. Lee,” Y/N greeted him, her tone filled with genuine enthusiasm. “Congratulations on Jisoo’s award. He’s worked so hard, and it’s wonderful to see his efforts recognized.”
Sangyeon turned to her, his smile widening. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. Jisoo’s been so excited about today. He’s really been putting in a lot of effort.”
“It shows,” Y/N said, her gaze shifting to Jisoo, who was beaming with pride as he clutched his award. “He’s done an amazing job.”
Jisoo looked up at Y/N with wide, admiring eyes. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N! I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Y/N’s heart melted at the sight of Jisoo’s enthusiasm. “You did all the hard work, Jisoo. I’m just glad I could help.”
As they chatted, Y/N couldn’t help but notice how Sangyeon’s eyes softened when he looked at Jisoo. There was a deep, genuine affection in his gaze, a reflection of the bond they shared. Y/N admired the way Sangyeon supported Jisoo, his quiet presence a comforting reassurance for the young boy.
“I wanted to thank you for everything you do for Jisoo,” Sangyeon said, his tone sincere. “He really enjoys being in your class. It’s made a big difference for him.”
Y/N felt a flush of pleasure at his words. “That means a lot to me, Mr. Lee. I enjoy having Jisoo in class. He’s a wonderful student.”
As they continued to talk, Y/N felt a growing sense of connection with Sangyeon. Their interactions had always been pleasant, but there was something different about the way he spoke to her today. It was as if the barriers between them were starting to crumble, allowing for a more genuine and open conversation.
The evening wore on, and the awards ceremony concluded with a festive gathering in the school’s cafeteria. Parents and children mingled, enjoying the refreshments and celebrating the accomplishments of the students. Y/N found herself engaged in conversations with various parents, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Sangyeon and Jisoo.
At one point, Y/N found herself near Sangyeon again, who was helping Jisoo with a plate of cookies. She decided to join them, hoping to continue their conversation from earlier.
“Jisoo looks very pleased with his award,” Y/N said as she approached.
“He is,” Sangyeon agreed, his gaze fond as he watched Jisoo eagerly nibbling on a cookie. “He’s been talking about this event for weeks.”
“It’s wonderful to see him so excited,” Y/N said. “You must be very proud.”
Sangyeon chuckled. “I am. He’s put in a lot of hard work, and it’s nice to see it paying off.”
As they continued to chat, Y/N found herself feeling increasingly comfortable around Sangyeon. His demeanor was warm and engaging, and their conversation flowed easily. She learned more about Jisoo’s interests and hobbies, and Sangyeon shared a few anecdotes about his nephew’s achievements and challenges.
Their conversation was interrupted by Jisoo, who tugged at Sangyeon’s sleeve, eager to show him a drawing he had made during the ceremony. Sangyeon crouched down to admire the drawing, his eyes lighting up with genuine admiration.
“That’s a fantastic drawing, Jisoo,” Sangyeon said, his voice filled with pride. “You’ve really captured the spirit of the festival.”
Jisoo beamed, clearly pleased by the compliment. “Thank you, Uncle Sangyeon!”
Y/N watched the exchange with a sense of warmth, appreciating the strong bond between Sangyeon and Jisoo. It was clear that Sangyeon was deeply involved in Jisoo’s life, and Y/N admired his dedication and care.
As the evening came to a close, Y/N prepared to say her goodbyes. She felt a sense of contentment from the successful event and the pleasant interactions she had shared with Sangyeon and Jisoo.
“Mr. Lee,” Y/N said as she approached him one last time. “Thank you again for coming and for all your support. It’s been a pleasure to see Jisoo shine tonight.”
Sangyeon nodded, his expression sincere. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. It’s been a pleasure to be here. We appreciate everything you do for Jisoo.”
Y/N smiled, feeling a bit of reluctance as she prepared to leave. “Have a great evening, Mr. Lee. I hope you and Jisoo enjoy the rest of the holiday season.”
“You too, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said warmly. “Take care.”
As Y/N watched Sangyeon and Jisoo leave, she felt a lingering sense of curiosity about Sangyeon. Their interactions had been pleasant and meaningful, but she still felt like there was more to discover about him. Despite the slow pace of their budding connection, Y/N found herself looking forward to the possibility of getting to know Sangyeon better in the future.
For now, Y/N was content with the steady rhythm of their interactions. The end-of-year celebrations had brought a sense of closure and accomplishment, and Y/N was eager to see what the new year would bring. She continued to appreciate the quiet moments of connection with Sangyeon, knowing that each interaction was a step toward a deeper understanding.
The slow burn of their relationship continued, marked by small, meaningful exchanges and shared experiences. Y/N remained patient, respecting Sangyeon’s boundaries while quietly hoping for opportunities to build a stronger connection.
Winter deepened, and the holiday season cast its festive glow over the school. The children were buzzing with excitement for the winter break and the upcoming holiday festivities. For Y/N, this time of year was a whirlwind of activity, balancing preparations for the holiday party with the regular demands of teaching. Amidst the bustle, her thoughts often drifted to Sangyeon Lee, intrigued by the glimpses of depth she had begun to see.
One crisp December afternoon, the school hosted a winter-themed family day, inviting parents to join their children for an afternoon of crafts, games, and seasonal treats. Y/N had been busy setting up the classroom for the event, arranging tables and decorations, and preparing for the activities that would keep the children entertained.
As the school’s doors opened, families streamed in, bringing with them the warmth and cheer of the season. Y/N greeted parents and children with a smile, guiding them to their designated areas and making sure everyone felt welcome. The atmosphere was lively and festive, with laughter and chatter filling the air.
The highlight of the day was a holiday craft project, where children and their families could create their own decorations to take home. Y/N had set up tables with various craft supplies, including colored paper, glitter, glue, and stickers. The children eagerly gathered around the tables, their eyes wide with excitement as they began to create their holiday masterpieces.
Y/N was in her element, moving from table to table, offering assistance and encouragement. She was especially attentive to Jisoo, who was working on a particularly elaborate snowflake decoration. Sangyeon was there too, his presence a comforting fixture as he helped Jisoo with his project.
“Mr. Lee,” Y/N greeted Sangyeon with a warm smile as she approached their table. “It’s great to see you here today. Jisoo’s really getting into his craft project.”
Sangyeon looked up from the table, his expression pleased. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. Jisoo’s been looking forward to this all week. It’s nice to see him so engaged.”
Jisoo looked up from his work, his face alight with enthusiasm. “Look at my snowflake, Ms. Y/N! I’m going to hang it in my room!”
Y/N leaned in to admire Jisoo’s creation. “That’s fantastic, Jisoo! It’s going to look great in your room.”
As Y/N helped Jisoo with a tricky part of his project, she found herself in a comfortable conversation with Sangyeon. They talked about the holiday plans, the children’s excitement, and even a bit about their own holiday traditions. Y/N noticed that Sangyeon’s demeanor was more relaxed and open than usual, and she could sense a hint of personal insight in his responses.
“I have to admit,” Sangyeon said as he adjusted a piece of glitter on Jisoo’s snowflake, “I’m not very crafty myself. Jisoo’s got a talent for this that I don’t.”
Y/N chuckled. “Crafting isn’t everyone’s forte, but you’re doing a great job helping him. It’s the thought that counts.”
Sangyeon smiled, a touch of gratitude in his eyes. “Thanks. It’s nice to be able to share this time with him. I know how much it means to him.”
Their conversation flowed easily, and Y/N began to appreciate the layers of Sangyeon’s personality that were slowly revealing themselves. He spoke with a quiet sincerity, and there was an underlying warmth in his words that hinted at a deeper connection with his nephew.
As the craft session continued, Y/N and Sangyeon worked side by side, occasionally glancing at each other and sharing smiles. The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant, and Y/N felt a growing sense of ease in Sangyeon’s company. She noticed how attentive he was to Jisoo’s needs, his patience and care evident in every interaction.
The event moved on to a holiday-themed game, and Y/N took part in organizing the children for a round of “Holiday Bingo.” The game was a hit, with kids excitedly marking off their cards and cheering as they called out their “Bingo!”s. Sangyeon joined in, enthusiastically participating with Jisoo, and Y/N couldn’t help but admire his ability to engage with the children and make the event enjoyable for everyone.
As the afternoon wore on, the festive spirit was in full swing. Families mingled, enjoyed refreshments, and participated in various activities. Y/N found herself standing near the refreshment table, taking a brief break and observing the scene around her. Sangyeon and Jisoo were seated at a nearby table, enjoying hot cocoa and cookies, their conversation animated and full of laughter.
Y/N approached them, carrying a tray of cookies. “I thought you might like a little holiday treat,” she said, offering the tray.
Sangyeon accepted a cookie with a smile. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. These look delicious.”
Jisoo eagerly reached for a cookie, his face lighting up with delight. “Thanks, Ms. Y/N!”
As they enjoyed their treats, Y/N and Sangyeon continued their conversation. They talked about their favorite holiday traditions, shared stories from their childhood, and even discussed their plans for the upcoming year. Y/N was struck by how open Sangyeon was becoming, revealing small glimpses of his personal life and experiences.
At one point, Y/N asked, “So, Mr. Lee, do you have any special holiday traditions you look forward to each year?”
Sangyeon paused for a moment, considering the question. “Actually, we do have a tradition in our family. Every year, we make a big holiday meal together and then spend the evening watching holiday movies. It’s a nice way to unwind and enjoy each other’s company.”
“That sounds lovely,” Y/N said, genuinely interested. “Do you have a favorite holiday movie?”
Sangyeon chuckled. “I have to admit, I’m a sucker for the classics. ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ is always a favorite.”
Y/N’s eyes brightened. “That’s one of my favorites too! It’s such a heartwarming film.”
Their conversation continued, and Y/N found herself increasingly drawn to Sangyeon’s sincerity and warmth. He spoke with a kind of understated charm, and there was an easygoing nature to him that made their interactions enjoyable. Despite the slow pace of their developing relationship, Y/N felt a growing sense of connection and curiosity about him.
As the event drew to a close, Y/N found herself reluctant to say goodbye. The afternoon had been pleasant, filled with laughter and meaningful conversation. She felt a sense of satisfaction from the successful event and the positive interactions she had shared with Sangyeon and Jisoo.
Before they parted ways, Y/N took a moment to express her gratitude. “Thank you for coming today, Mr. Lee. It’s been wonderful to see you and Jisoo enjoying the festivities.”
Sangyeon nodded, his smile warm. “Thank you for organizing such a fantastic event, Ms. Y/N. Jisoo had a great time.”
Y/N felt a pang of reluctance as she prepared to leave. “I hope you and Jisoo have a wonderful holiday season. I’m looking forward to seeing you both again soon.”
“You too, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said. “Take care.”
As Y/N watched Sangyeon and Jisoo leave, she felt a mixture of contentment and anticipation. Their interactions had deepened, and Y/N found herself increasingly intrigued by Sangyeon.
For now, Y/N was content with the gradual progress and the glimpses of truth she had begun to uncover. The slow burn of their relationship continued, marked by small, meaningful exchanges and shared experiences. Y/N remained patient, respecting Sangyeon’s boundaries while quietly hoping for opportunities to build a deeper connection.
The holiday season passed, bringing with it a sense of renewal and possibility. Y/N looked forward to the new year with optimism, eager to see how her relationship with Sangyeon would evolve. She appreciated the steady rhythm of their interactions and the growing sense of understanding between them.
The path ahead was uncertain, but Y/N was ready to embrace the journey, knowing that every step, no matter how small, was a step toward discovering the depth of their connection.
The winter months continued their gentle hold over the city, the cold air mingling with the warmth of emerging friendships and budding connections. As the days grew longer and the snow began to recede, Y/N and Sangyeon’s interactions had become a comforting routine.
In the following weeks, Y/N and Sangyeon began to spend more time together outside of school, though their interactions remained subtle and low-key. They exchanged casual text messages, often discussing their daily lives and sharing recommendations for books, movies, and local events. Their conversations were filled with light-hearted banter and genuine interest, creating a solid foundation for their growing friendship.
One chilly afternoon, as Y/N was preparing for a new week at school, she received a text from Sangyeon.
Sangyeon: “Hey, Ms. Y/N. I’m planning to visit the local farmer’s market this Saturday. They’re supposed to have some great winter produce. Would you be interested in joining me?”
Y/N paused for a moment, contemplating the invitation. The idea of spending more time with Sangyeon appealed to her, and the farmer’s market seemed like a pleasant way to do so. She quickly typed out a response.
Y/N: “That sounds lovely! I’d be happy to join you. What time were you thinking of going?”
Sangyeon: “How about 10 AM? We can grab a coffee first and then head to the market.”
Y/N: “Perfect. See you then!”
The anticipation of their outing brought a smile to Y/N’s face. She spent the rest of the week looking forward to the Saturday morning adventure, curious about what the farmer’s market had to offer.
Saturday arrived with a crisp, clear sky and a hint of warmth in the air. Y/N dressed warmly but comfortably, opting for a cozy sweater and a pair of jeans. She made her way to the café where they had previously met, eager to see Sangyeon and start their day.
When she arrived at the café, she found Sangyeon already waiting at a corner table, his warm smile greeting her as she walked in.
“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, standing up to greet her. “I hope you’re ready for a fun morning.”
“I am,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “It’s great to see you again.”
They ordered their coffees and settled into their seats, chatting about their week and exchanging stories about their various activities. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and Y/N felt a growing sense of comfort in Sangyeon’s presence. The slow and steady progression of their relationship was creating a solid foundation for their budding connection.
After finishing their coffee, they made their way to the farmer’s market. The market was bustling with activity, vendors showcasing their fresh produce, baked goods, and handmade crafts. The air was filled with the aroma of fresh bread and roasted nuts, creating an inviting atmosphere.
Sangyeon led the way, guiding Y/N through the various stalls. “I thought we could start by checking out the vegetable stands. They’re supposed to have some amazing winter vegetables.”
Y/N nodded, her curiosity piqued. “That sounds like a great idea. I’ve been meaning to try cooking with some new ingredients.”
They spent the next hour exploring the market, sampling fresh produce and chatting with vendors. Sangyeon’s enthusiasm for the different products was infectious, and Y/N found herself enjoying the experience more than she had anticipated.
As they strolled through the market, Sangyeon pointed out his favorite stalls and shared tips on selecting the best ingredients. His knowledge and passion for cooking were evident, and Y/N admired his expertise.
“You really know your way around the market,” Y/N remarked, picking up a bunch of vibrant carrots.
Sangyeon grinned. “I’ve spent a lot of time here over the years. It’s one of my favorite places to find fresh ingredients.”
Their conversation continued as they wandered through the market, discussing their favorite recipes and cooking techniques. The slow pace of their interaction allowed them to learn more about each other’s preferences and interests, deepening their connection.
After purchasing a variety of items, they decided to take a break and enjoy a snack from one of the food vendors. They sat on a nearby bench, savoring warm pastries and hot chocolate as they continued their conversation.
“This is really nice,” Y/N said, taking a sip of her drink. “I’ve enjoyed spending time with you and exploring the market.”
Sangyeon nodded in agreement. “I’ve had a great time too. It’s nice to have the opportunity to get to know each other better outside of the classroom.”
Their conversation shifted to more personal topics as they continued to chat. Y/N shared stories about her childhood and her journey to becoming a kindergarten teacher, while Sangyeon opened up about his own experiences and aspirations.
The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a soft, golden hue over the emptying farmer’s market. Y/N and Sangyeon walked slowly, their bags filled with fresh produce, the energy of the day settling into a peaceful lull. They had been at the market for hours, chatting with local vendors, trying samples, and picking out what felt like half the stalls’ worth of vegetables and fruits.
Y/N nudged Sangyeon lightly. “I think we’ve officially cleaned out the entire market,” she said with a laugh, glancing down at the bags in her hands.
Sangyeon grinned, shifting the weight of his own bags. “Jisoo’s going to be happy about it, though. He’ll eat just about anything as long as it’s fresh.”
Y/N smiled fondly. “He’s such a sweet kid. I can’t believe how well-behaved and smart he is at such a young age. You are really doing an amazing job.”
Sangyeon slowed slightly, his smile fading into something more thoughtful. “Uh, actually… I should probably clear something up.”
Y/N looked up at him, a puzzled expression crossing her face. “What do you mean?”
He sighed, adjusting the bag on his shoulder before meeting her gaze. “Jisoo—he’s not my son. I’m just his uncle.”
Y/N stopped in her tracks, eyes widening as she processed what he just said. “Wait, what?”
Sangyeon gave her a sheepish smile, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… both of his parents are around. They’re actually really great, but they work a lot. So, I’ve been helping out whenever I can. He spends a lot of time with me, and I guess people just assume I’m his dad. It never felt important enough to correct.”
Y/N blinked a few times, her mind spinning. “I’ve been calling you ‘his dad’ this whole time… and you just let me?”
Sangyeon chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I thought it was kind of funny, honestly. And… I don’t know, I guess I liked the idea of being seen that way, even if it wasn’t true.”
Y/N shook her head, laughing despite herself. “You should have told me sooner! I feel like an idiot.”
“Hey,” Sangyeon said, his voice gentle. “Don’t feel bad. Jisoo’s close to me, and I’m close to him. That’s all that matters, right?”
Y/N’s laughter died down, and she gave him a warm smile. “Yeah. You’re right. It’s really sweet that you’re so involved in his life.”
Sangyeon’s expression softened, and they started walking again, the moment of tension dissipating. “Thanks. He’s a good kid. It’s hard not to want to be there for him.”
As they walked through the nearly empty market, Y/N found herself looking at Sangyeon differently. There was something endearing about the way he talked about his family, his dedication to Jisoo. And now, knowing the truth, it felt like there was a layer of vulnerability she hadn’t seen before.
“It’s been a wonderful day,” Y/N said as they approached the exit of the market. “Thank you for inviting me.”
“It was my pleasure,” Sangyeon replied, his smile warm and genuine. “I’ve enjoyed every moment of it.”
They exchanged a final goodbye and promised to keep in touch. Y/N walked home with a sense of contentment, reflecting on the day’s events. The gradual progression of their relationship was creating a solid foundation, and she felt optimistic about the future.
The following week, Y/N and Sangyeon continued their regular interactions, often exchanging messages and occasionally meeting for coffee or brief catch-ups. Their connection continued to grow, marked by moments of shared laughter and mutual understanding.
One evening, as Y/N was preparing for bed, she received a text from Sangyeon.
Sangyeon: “Hey, Ms. Y/N. I was thinking it might be nice to go for a walk in the park this weekend. The weather’s supposed to be nice. What do you think?”
Y/N smiled at the invitation, her excitement evident. Y/N: “That sounds lovely. I’d enjoy that. What time were you thinking?”
Sangyeon: “How about Sunday afternoon? We can meet at the park entrance at 2 PM.”
Y/N: “Perfect. I’ll see you then!”
As the weekend approached, Y/N looked forward to their park outing with anticipation. The slow and steady progression of their relationship had created a comfortable and meaningful connection, and she was eager to continue exploring the possibilities.
Sunday afternoon arrived with clear skies and a gentle breeze. Y/N arrived at the park entrance a bit early, taking in the beauty of the surroundings. The park was a tranquil oasis, with lush greenery and winding paths that offered a peaceful retreat from the city.
When Sangyeon arrived, he greeted Y/N with his usual warm smile. “Hi, Ms. Y/N. Ready for a walk?”
“Hi, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “I’m ready. This park is beautiful.”
They began their walk, following one of the scenic trails that meandered through the park. The conversation flowed naturally, as they talked about their favorite parks, outdoor activities, and their experiences with nature.
As they walked, Y/N and Sangyeon continued to enjoy each other’s company. The slow pace of their interactions allowed them to appreciate the small moments of connection and understanding.
By the end of the walk, as the sun began to set, Y/N and Sangyeon found a quiet spot to sit and enjoy the view. They shared a comfortable silence, taking in the beauty of the park and the peaceful atmosphere.
“This has been a really nice day,” Y/N said, breaking the silence. “I’ve enjoyed our time together.”
Sangyeon nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I’ve enjoyed it too. It’s been great getting to know you better.”
Their conversation continued as they relaxed in the park, their connection deepening with each shared moment. The slow and steady progression of their relationship was creating a solid foundation for something meaningful, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel optimistic about the future.
As the evening drew to a close, Y/N and Sangyeon exchanged warm goodbyes, each looking forward to the next opportunity to spend time together. The path of their relationship was unfolding gradually.
Spring had arrived in the city, bringing with it a sense of renewal and fresh beginnings. The trees were budding with vibrant green leaves, and the flowers were blooming in a riot of colors. The park, where Y/N and Sangyeon had taken their walks, now looked even more inviting. The season’s change seemed to mirror the evolving nature of their relationship.
Y/N and Sangyeon had continued their slow progression, meeting regularly for coffee, walks in the park, and occasionally sharing meals. Their connection had deepened, marked by a growing sense of comfort and mutual understanding. Their interactions remained grounded and genuine, allowing them both to savor each moment.
One sunny Saturday morning, Y/N found herself looking forward to another outing with Sangyeon. They had planned a visit to a local art fair, something Y/N had been excited about for weeks. Art had always been a passion of hers, and she was eager to share this experience with Sangyeon.
She arrived at the art fair a bit early, taking in the vibrant atmosphere as artists showcased their work in colorful tents and booths. The air was filled with the sounds of cheerful chatter, and the scent of freshly baked treats wafted through the fairgrounds.
Y/N was admiring a collection of paintings when she spotted Sangyeon walking toward her, his warm smile greeting her from afar. He approached with a light-hearted bounce in his step, clearly excited about the day.
“Hi, Ms. Y/N!” Sangyeon called out, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “This place looks amazing. I’ve been looking forward to it.”
“Hi, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “I’m glad you could make it. I’ve been eager to explore the art fair with you.”
They spent the next few hours strolling through the fair, stopping at various booths to admire the artwork. The array of paintings, sculptures, and crafts was impressive, and Y/N found herself captivated by the creativity on display.
Sangyeon, though less familiar with the art world, showed genuine interest in Y/N’s observations and opinions. They discussed the various pieces they encountered, with Y/N explaining the techniques and styles that intrigued her.
“This painting is stunning,” Y/N said, pointing to a vibrant piece featuring a serene landscape. “I love the use of color and light. It really captures the essence of tranquility.”
Sangyeon nodded, studying the painting with newfound appreciation. “I can see that. It’s amazing how art can evoke such strong emotions. I wouldn’t have noticed those details without your perspective.”
Their conversation flowed naturally, and they continued to explore the fair, enjoying each other’s company. The slow and steady progression of their relationship allowed them to appreciate these moments of connection and understanding.
After a few hours of browsing, they decided to take a break and grab a bite to eat. They found a cozy food stand offering an array of delicious options and settled at a nearby picnic table.
“This is a great spot,” Sangyeon said, taking a bite of his sandwich. “The food here is fantastic.”
“I agree,” Y/N replied, enjoying a tasty pastry. “It’s nice to have a chance to relax and chat after all that walking.”
Their conversation shifted to more personal topics as they continued to eat. They talked about their favorite artists, memorable experiences, and their future aspirations. Sangyeon opened up about his passion for cooking, sharing stories about his culinary adventures and favorite dishes.
“I’ve always wanted to try my hand at baking,” Sangyeon confessed. “There’s something so satisfying about creating something delicious from scratch.”
Y/N’s eyes lit up with interest. “That sounds wonderful. I’ve always enjoyed baking as well. Maybe we could exchange recipes sometime.”
Sangyeon’s smile widened. “I’d love that. It would be great to share our culinary creations with each other.”
The afternoon continued with a sense of ease and contentment. As they wrapped up their time at the art fair, Y/N and Sangyeon exchanged thoughts on their favorite pieces and experiences from the day.
“I’m really glad we came,” Y/N said, her voice reflecting genuine appreciation. “It’s been such a pleasure exploring the art fair with you.”
“Me too,” Sangyeon replied, his tone warm and sincere. “I’ve enjoyed every moment. It’s been great getting to know you better.”
They made plans to meet again soon, with Sangyeon suggesting another outing for next weekend. Y/N eagerly agreed, looking forward to the next opportunity to spend time together.
As they said their goodbyes, Y/N felt a growing sense of connection and excitement about the future. The slow, steady pace of their relationship had created a solid foundation, and she felt optimistic about the possibilities ahead.
The following week was filled with a mix of routine activities and anticipation for their next outing. Y/N continued her work at the kindergarten, enjoying the interactions with her students and the sense of fulfillment that came with her job. Sangyeon’s presence in her life had become a cherished part of her routine, and she looked forward to their time together.
One evening, as Y/N was preparing dinner at home, she received a text from Sangyeon.
Sangyeon: “Hey, Ms. Y/N. I was thinking it might be nice to have a picnic at the park this weekend. The weather’s supposed to be lovely. What do you think?”
Y/N’s face lit up with a smile. Y/N: “That sounds perfect! I’d love to have a picnic. What time were you thinking?”
Sangyeon: “How about Saturday afternoon? We can meet at the park entrance around 1 PM.”
Y/N: “Sounds great. I’ll see you then!”
The anticipation for their picnic filled Y/N with excitement. She spent the next few days preparing for the outing, packing a basket with a variety of delicious treats and planning a comfortable setup for their picnic.
Saturday arrived with clear skies and a gentle breeze. Y/N arrived at the park entrance with her picnic basket in hand, ready for the day’s adventure. Sangyeon was already waiting for her, his warm smile greeting her as she approached.
“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I’m glad you could make it. Are you ready for a picnic?”
“Hi, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “I’m definitely ready. I’ve got everything we need for a great picnic.”
They made their way to a shaded spot under a large oak tree, spreading out a blanket and setting up their picnic. The park was lively with families and friends enjoying the beautiful weather, adding to the cheerful atmosphere.
As they settled down and began to enjoy their picnic, their conversation flowed easily. They talked about their favorite outdoor activities, shared stories about past picnics, and discussed their plans for the summer.
“This picnic is wonderful,” Y/N said, taking a bite of one of the sandwiches she had prepared. “You picked a great spot.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Sangyeon replied, savoring a bite of fruit. “It’s been nice spending time together and enjoying the day.”
Their conversation continued as they relaxed in the park, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company. The slow and steady pace of their relationship allowed them to appreciate these moments of connection and understanding.
As the afternoon wore on, Y/N and Sangyeon decided to take a leisurely walk around the park. They strolled along the winding paths, taking in the beauty of the blooming flowers and the vibrant greenery.
The day continued to unfold with a sense of ease and contentment. As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the park, Y/N and Sangyeon found a quiet spot to sit and enjoy the view.
“This has been such a lovely day,” Y/N said, her voice reflecting genuine appreciation. “I’ve really enjoyed our time together.”
Sangyeon nodded, his smile warm and sincere. “I’ve enjoyed it too. It’s been great getting to know you better and spending time together.”
As the days continued to pass, Y/N and Sangyeon’s connection continued to grow. Their interactions remained grounded and meaningful, marked by moments of shared laughter and understanding. The anticipation for their next outing kept Y/N excited, and she looked forward to exploring the possibilities of their evolving relationship.
Summer had fully settled into the city, with long, warm days and clear, starry nights. The park, where Y/N and Sangyeon had spent so much time together, now seemed like a magical place, bathed in golden sunlight. Their relationship had continued to develop at a slow, deliberate pace, with each moment spent together strengthening their bond.
The weeks leading up to the summer break were filled with anticipation and excitement for Y/N. Her students had been working hard, and she was proud of their progress. She continued to look forward to her time with Sangyeon, enjoying their leisurely outings and deepening conversations.
One particular Saturday morning, Y/N was bustling around her kitchen, preparing for a small gathering she had planned. She had invited Sangyeon over for brunch, hoping to celebrate the end of the school year with a relaxed and enjoyable meal. She had spent the previous evening preparing a variety of dishes, from freshly baked croissants to a colorful fruit salad.
The doorbell rang at precisely 10:30 AM, and Y/N hurried to answer it, wiping her hands on a towel. As she opened the door, she was greeted by Sangyeon’s warm smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
“Good morning, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “I brought these for you. I thought they’d brighten your day.”
“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, accepting the flowers with a grateful smile. “Thank you so much. They’re beautiful. Please, come in.”
Sangyeon stepped inside, looking around with interest. The aroma of freshly prepared food filled the air, and he could see the neatly arranged table set for their brunch.
“This looks amazing,” Sangyeon commented, his eyes widening in appreciation. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Y/N said, feeling a flush of pride. “I wanted to make today special. I’ve been looking forward to spending some quality time with you.”
As they settled at the table, they began to enjoy the brunch Y/N had prepared. The conversation flowed naturally, with Sangyeon sharing anecdotes from his week and Y/N talking about her experiences with her students.
“I had a fantastic last day of school with the kids,” Y/N said, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. “They were so excited about the summer break, and we had a little party to celebrate.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Sangyeon replied. “I bet they were thrilled. You always seem to make every day special for them.”
Y/N’s cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment. “Thank you. It’s really important to me that they have a positive experience. And I’ve loved having the chance to get to know them.”
Their conversation continued as they enjoyed the meal, filled with laughter and shared stories. The atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable, with both Y/N and Sangyeon feeling at ease in each other’s company.
After brunch, they decided to take a leisurely walk around Y/N’s neighborhood. The summer weather was perfect for a stroll, with a gentle breeze and the sun shining brightly overhead.
As they walked, their conversation turned to their plans for the summer. Y/N shared her excitement about a trip she had planned to a nearby coastal town, where she hoped to spend some time relaxing by the beach and exploring the local sights.
“I’ve been looking forward to this trip for weeks,” Y/N said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’ve always loved the beach, and I think it will be a great way to unwind after the school year.”
“That sounds fantastic,” Sangyeon said, nodding in agreement. “I’ve always enjoyed beach trips too. There’s something so refreshing about the ocean and the sand.”
Their discussion continued as they wandered through the neighborhood, taking in the sights and enjoying each other’s company. The slow and steady progression of their relationship allowed them to savor these moments of connection and understanding.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the city, Y/N and Sangyeon found themselves back at her apartment. They decided to sit on the balcony and enjoy the view of the city lights as they continued their conversation.
“I’ve really enjoyed today,” Sangyeon said, his voice sincere. “It’s been nice to spend some quality time together and get to know each other better.”
“Me too,” Y/N replied, her smile reflecting her feelings. “Today has been perfect. I’m really grateful for the time we’ve spent together.”
They continued to talk as the evening wore on, discussing their favorite books, movies, and music. The conversation flowed easily, and they found themselves laughing and sharing personal stories.
As the night drew to a close, Sangyeon stood up, preparing to head home. “Thank you for a wonderful day, Ms. Y/N. I’ve had a great time.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Lee,” Y/N said, standing up as well. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m looking forward to our next outing.”
They exchanged a warm hug, both feeling a sense of contentment and anticipation for the future.
The following week brought a mix of routine activities and moments of anticipation. Y/N continued to prepare for her upcoming trip, excited about the opportunity to relax and unwind. She also looked forward to her next meeting with Sangyeon, eagerly anticipating their next adventure together.
One afternoon, Y/N received a message from Sangyeon.
Sangyeon: “Hi, Ms. Y/N. I was thinking it might be nice to have a small dinner party this weekend. I’d love for you to come. What do you think?”
Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the invitation. Y/N: “That sounds wonderful! I’d love to come. What time should I be there?”
Sangyeon: “How about 7 PM on Saturday? I’ll send you the address. I’m looking forward to it!”
Y/N: “I can’t wait. See you then!”
The anticipation for the dinner party added a new layer of excitement to Y/N’s week. She spent the next few days preparing for the event, carefully choosing an outfit and planning a small gift for Sangyeon as a token of her appreciation.
Saturday evening arrived, and Y/N found herself standing outside Sangyeon’s apartment building, holding a small bouquet of flowers. She had received the address earlier in the week and had been eagerly looking forward to the dinner party.
As she approached the entrance, she could hear the faint sounds of music and laughter coming from inside. She took a deep breath, adjusted her outfit, and pressed the buzzer for Sangyeon’s apartment.
“Hi, Ms. Y/N!” Sangyeon’s voice came through the intercom. “I’m so glad you could make it. Please come on up.”
The door buzzed open, and Y/N made her way to Sangyeon’s apartment. When she arrived, he greeted her with a warm smile and a friendly hug.
“Welcome!” Sangyeon said, taking the bouquet from Y/N. “Thank you for bringing these. They’re beautiful.”
“You’re welcome,” Y/N replied, feeling a bit nervous but excited. “Thank you for inviting me. I’m really looking forward to the evening.”
Sangyeon led her into the apartment, which was tastefully decorated and filled with the aroma of delicious food. The dining table was set with care, and the atmosphere was warm and inviting.
“Feel free to make yourself at home,” Sangyeon said, guiding Y/N to a comfortable seat. “The dinner will be ready soon, and we’ll have a chance to enjoy some great food and conversation.”
As they waited for the meal to be served, Sangyeon and Y/N continued their conversation, discussing their favorite recipes and sharing cooking tips. The relaxed atmosphere allowed them to connect on a deeper level, and Y/N felt a growing sense of comfort and familiarity.
When the dinner was finally served, it was clear that Sangyeon had put a lot of effort into preparing the meal. The table was filled with a variety of dishes, from savory main courses to delectable desserts.
“This looks incredible,” Y/N said, her eyes widening in appreciation. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Sangyeon replied, smiling with pride. “I hope you enjoy everything. It’s been fun preparing this meal for you.”
As they enjoyed the dinner, their conversation continued to flow easily, filled with laughter and shared stories. The evening felt effortless, marked by moments of connection and understanding.
By the end of the night, as Y/N prepared to head home, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction and happiness. The slow, steady progression of their relationship had created a solid foundation, and she was excited about the future.
Sangyeon walked her to the door, his smile warm and genuine. “Thank you for coming tonight, Ms. Y/N. I had a great time.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, her smile reflecting her feelings. “Thank you for hosting such a lovely evening. I’m looking forward to our next adventure together.”
As Y/N made her way home, she reflected on the evening’s events with a sense of contentment.
The summer days in the small town continued to blend into one another, each one a testament to the warmth and depth of Y/N and Sangyeon’s growing connection. By now, their meetings had become a cherished part of their routine, and both looked forward to the time they spent together. Despite their slow progression, the bond between them was undeniable.
As the day for their next outing approached, Y/N found herself filled with both excitement and a touch of nervous anticipation. The promise of exploring a new town and spending more time with Sangyeon was invigorating. She took extra care in selecting her outfit for the day—a light blue sundress that flowed gracefully with her movements, paired with a simple white cardigan for a touch of elegance. The outfit was comfortable yet chic, perfect for a day of exploration and conversation.
The morning sun bathed the town in a golden glow, and Y/N arrived at the park entrance with a heart full of anticipation. She arrived a bit earlier than planned, wanting to savor the tranquility of the park before Sangyeon arrived. As she waited, she took in the sights and sounds around her—the distant laughter of children, the chirping of birds, and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.
At exactly 10 AM, Sangyeon pulled up in his silver car, his arrival signaled by the soft rumble of the engine. He stepped out of the car, his presence striking and reassuring. Dressed in a casual button-down shirt and jeans, he looked effortlessly stylish and at ease. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as he approached her with a warm smile.
“Good morning, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon greeted, his voice carrying a note of genuine enthusiasm. “Ready for our adventure?”
“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” Y/N responded, her smile matching his. “I’m very excited. This town looks amazing.”
Sangyeon opened the car door for Y/N, a gesture that made her heart flutter with appreciation. As they drove to the town, the conversation flowed naturally, with Sangyeon sharing interesting anecdotes about the area and Y/N chiming in with her own observations and stories. Their rapport was effortless, and the journey passed in what felt like the blink of an eye.
Upon reaching the town, Y/N was immediately struck by its charm. The cobblestone streets were lined with quaint shops and cozy cafes, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh pastries and blooming flowers. The town had a warm, welcoming atmosphere that made Y/N feel right at home.
Sangyeon parked the car, and they set off on foot, their exploration beginning with a visit to a renowned bakery. The bakery’s exterior was as charming as its interior, with pastel-colored awnings and flower boxes brimming with vibrant blooms. Inside, the aroma of freshly baked goods was irresistible.
“This place is famous for its cinnamon rolls,” Sangyeon said, leading Y/N to the counter. “I thought we should start with these.”
Y/N’s eyes widened with delight as she watched Sangyeon place the order. The cinnamon rolls were everything he had promised—soft, gooey, and perfectly spiced. She took a bite and closed her eyes, savoring the sweet, cinnamon flavor.
“This is incredible,” Y/N said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. “You have excellent taste.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Sangyeon replied with a smile. “I’ve been coming here for years. It’s one of my favorite spots.”
They enjoyed their pastries and iced coffees at a cozy table by the window. The conversation continued to flow effortlessly, punctuated by shared laughter and moments of comfortable silence. It was clear that their time together was as enjoyable for Sangyeon as it was for Y/N.
After finishing their pastries, they strolled through the town, taking in the various shops and boutiques. They meandered through a charming bookstore, where they found themselves engrossed in discussions about their favorite authors and literary genres. Y/N selected a few books that piqued her interest, and Sangyeon made a mental note of her preferences, eager to surprise her with a thoughtful gift in the future.
As the day progressed, they decided to take a break for lunch at a quaint café with outdoor seating. The café was adorned with colorful flowers and provided a picturesque view of the town square. They ordered sandwiches and iced teas, and once again, the conversation was lively and engaging.
“I’ve had such a wonderful time today,” Y/N said, her voice filled with warmth. “It’s been so nice to explore this town with you.”
“I’ve enjoyed it too,” Sangyeon replied, his smile sincere. “It’s been great getting to know you better. I feel like we’ve really connected.”
After lunch, they decided to take a leisurely walk through a nearby park. The park was serene, with well-manicured lawns, a small pond, and shaded paths perfect for a relaxing stroll. They found a peaceful spot by the pond and took a seat on a bench, enjoying the tranquility of the setting.
As they sat together, Y/N reflected on the depth of their growing relationship. They had shared so many special moments, and the connection between them had only strengthened with time. Despite the slow pace, she felt a strong sense of contentment and excitement about the future.
Sangyeon, sensing Y/N’s contemplative mood, turned to her and asked, “What’s on your mind?”
Y/N smiled, her gaze drifting over the pond. “I’ve just been thinking about how much I’ve enjoyed spending time with you. It’s been really special, and I’m grateful for every moment we’ve shared.”
Sangyeon’s expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand in his. The touch was gentle and reassuring, and Y/N’s heart raced at the contact. “I’ve enjoyed it too,” Sangyeon said quietly. “You’re an incredible person, and I’m really happy to have you in my life.”
Y/N looked into Sangyeon’s eyes, seeing the sincerity and warmth there. “What are you thinking about, Mr. Lee?”
Sangyeon took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers. “I’ve been thinking about how we’ve been spending time together and how much I value our moments. I know we’ve been taking things slowly, but I feel like it’s the right time to ask you something important.”
Y/N’s heart fluttered with anticipation. She looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. “What is it?”
Sangyeon hesitated for a moment, then continued, “I would really like to take you out on a proper date. We’ve spent so much time together, and I feel like it’s time for us to explore what this could become. Would you be interested in going on a date with me?”
Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and she felt a rush of excitement and happiness. She looked into Sangyeon’s eyes, seeing the genuine affection and sincerity there. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Mr. Lee.”
Sangyeon’s face lit up with a relieved and happy smile. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ve been looking forward to asking you for a while now, and I’m really excited about the possibility of exploring this relationship further.”
As they continued to sit by the pond, holding hands and sharing their thoughts, Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment. The slow, deliberate pace of their relationship had allowed them to build a strong foundation, and she was excited about the next chapter of their journey together.
The sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the park. The day had been perfect, filled with memorable moments and meaningful conversations. Y/N and Sangyeon had taken their time, savoring each step of their growing relationship. As they prepared to head home, they both felt a sense of anticipation and excitement for the future.
Sangyeon walked Y/N back to her car, and they shared a heartfelt hug before saying their goodbyes. “Thank you for a wonderful day,” Y/N said, her voice filled with warmth. “I’m really looking forward to our date.”
“Me too,” Sangyeon replied, his eyes shining with happiness. “I can’t wait to see where this leads.”
As Y/N drove home, she reflected on the day with a sense of fulfillment and joy. The slow, steady progression of their relationship had created a strong foundation, and she was excited about the possibilities that lay ahead. The journey was just beginning, and she was eager to see where it would take them.
The next chapter of their story was about to unfold, and Y/N was ready to embrace it with open arms. The journey had been slow, but it had been worth every moment. She looked forward to the adventures that awaited them and to the possibility of a future filled with love and happiness.
The day had been a perfect blend of relaxation and discovery, and as Y/N settled into her evening routine, she felt a sense of peace and contentment. She had spent quality time with Sangyeon, deepened their connection, and taken the first step toward exploring their relationship in a more meaningful way.
As she prepared for bed, Y/N thought about the upcoming date with Sangyeon. The anticipation of spending more time together and the excitement of exploring the next phase of their relationship filled her with a sense of joy and hope. She knew that the journey ahead would be filled with moments of happiness, growth, and discovery.
With a smile on her face, Y/N drifted off to sleep, eager to see where the future would lead and excited for the possibilities that awaited her and Sangyeon. The slow, steady progression of their relationship had set the stage for a beautiful beginning, and Y/N was ready to embrace whatever came next.
The next morning, Y/N woke up feeling refreshed and excited. She spent the day preparing for her date with Sangyeon, carefully choosing her outfit and getting ready with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She wanted everything to be perfect, knowing that this date would mark a new chapter in their relationship.
As the time for their date approached, Y/N found herself unable to contain her excitement. She checked her phone for the time and confirmed the details with Sangyeon. They had decided to meet at a charming little bistro in town, known for its cozy atmosphere and delicious cuisine.
When Y/N arrived at the bistro, she was greeted by the warm, inviting ambiance of the restaurant. The soft lighting and elegant decor created a romantic setting, and Y/N felt a sense of anticipation as she waited for Sangyeon to arrive.
As the clock struck the designated time, Sangyeon walked through the door, looking dashing in a well-fitted suit. His eyes met Y/N’s, and a warm smile spread across his face. He approached her, and Y/N’s heart fluttered with happiness.
“Good evening, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon greeted, his voice filled with warmth and affection. “You look stunning.”
“Thank you, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. “You look very handsome yourself.”
They were led to their table, a cozy corner with a view of the city lights. As they settled in, the conversation flowed easily, just as it always did. They talked about their day, their hopes for the future, and their shared interests.
The meal was exquisite, with each course more delicious than the last. They enjoyed a variety of dishes, from appetizers to dessert, savoring every bite and appreciating the quality of the food. The atmosphere of the bistro was perfect for a romantic evening, and Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment.
As the evening progressed, Y/N and Sangyeon continued to share their thoughts and feelings, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. They laughed, reminisced, and dreamed about the future, savoring the intimate moments they shared.
By the end of the evening, as they walked back to their cars, Y/N felt a sense of happiness and fulfillment. The date had been everything she had hoped for and more. She and Sangyeon had taken a significant step forward in their relationship, and she was excited about the possibilities that lay ahead.
Sangyeon took Y/N’s hand as they said their goodbyes, his touch gentle and reassuring. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” he said, his eyes filled with affection. “I’m really glad we had this time together.”
“I enjoyed it so much,” Y/N replied, her voice soft and sincere. “I’m looking forward to seeing where this journey takes us.”
As Y/N drove home, she reflected on the evening with a sense of joy and satisfaction. The date had been a beautiful experience, and she felt more connected to Sangyeon than ever before. The future was full of possibilities, and she was excited to see what it held for them.
The journey they had embarked on together had been slow and steady, but it had been filled with meaningful moments and genuine connection. Y/N felt grateful for every step they had taken and was eager to continue building their relationship.
As she arrived home and prepared for bed, Y/N felt a sense of peace and happiness. She knew that the journey with Sangyeon was just beginning, and she was ready to embrace it with an open heart and a hopeful spirit.
The night was quiet, with the hum of the city slowly fading into the background as Y/N lay in bed, replaying the day in her mind. The date with Sangyeon had been everything she hadn’t known she needed. It wasn’t the grand, over-the-top romantic experience, but it was filled with the kind of simplicity and warmth that made her heart feel full.
The way he had listened to her, the way he had laughed at her jokes, the small touches that sent warmth through her – every moment had deepened the connection they had been building for so long.
But there was still a sense of anticipation she couldn’t quite shake. Despite all the wonderful moments they’d shared, there was a question lingering in her mind: what were they, exactly? Friends who went on dates? Something more? She wasn’t sure, and it was starting to weigh on her.
The evening was set for a delightful picnic at the park, and Y/N was thrilled about the special outing with Sangyeon. They had arranged a cozy spot with a blanket spread out on the grass, a picnic basket filled with homemade dishes, and a bottle of sparkling lemonade chilling in an ice bucket. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the park.
Y/N was adjusting the blanket when she noticed Sangyeon approaching with Jisoo in tow. Jisoo’s face lit up with excitement as he saw the picnic setup. “Ms. Y/N, Uncle Sangyeon said we could have a picnic together! I brought some cookies I baked with Grandma.”
Sangyeon chuckled as he set down the picnic basket. “I hope Jisoo’s cookies are as good as his enthusiasm.”
Y/N smiled warmly at Jisoo. “I’m sure they are. Thank you for bringing them, Jisoo. They’ll make the picnic even better.”
Jisoo proudly handed over a container of cookies. “They’re chocolate chip. Grandma said they’re the best.”
As they settled down on the blanket, the picnic unfolded beautifully. Y/N and Sangyeon enjoyed their meal, exchanging stories and laughing together, while Jisoo eagerly talked about his latest adventures. The atmosphere was filled with joy and the sweet sounds of a pleasant evening in the park.
At one point, as they were finishing their meal and chatting about various topics, Jisoo suddenly became quite serious. He glanced at Y/N and then at Sangyeon, his little brow furrowed in concentration.
Y/N, curious, asked, “What’s on your mind, Jisoo?”
Jisoo took a deep breath and said, “Ms. Y/N, can I tell you a secret?”
Y/N leaned in, her curiosity piqued. “Of course, Jisoo. What’s the secret?”
Without lowering his voice or trying to be discreet, Jisoo announced loudly, “My uncle thinks you’re pretty!”
The words hung in the air, and Y/N’s face turned a lovely shade of pink. She looked over at Sangyeon, who was trying to hide his embarrassment behind a sheepish grin.
Sangyeon cleared his throat and took Y/N’s hand. “Well, I guess Jisoo beat me to it. I’ve been wanting to tell you how I feel, but he made it clear for me.”
Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She looked at Sangyeon with a soft smile, her eyes reflecting the warmth she felt. “Thank you, Jisoo. That’s very sweet of you. And thank you, Sangyeon, for sharing your feelings.”
Jisoo, pleased with the reaction, beamed up at them. “I’m glad you know now. I think you’re really nice, Ms. Y/N.”
Sangyeon gave Y/N’s hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes filled with affection. “I’ve been trying to find the right moment to tell you how much I care about you. Jisoo’s honesty just sped up the process.”
Y/N laughed softly, feeling a warm glow inside. “I’m glad he did.
Jisoo, sensing the special moment, beamed up at them. “Are you two going to be boyfriend and girlfriend now?”
Sangyeon chuckled, ruffling Jisoo’s hair. “I think that’s up to Ms. Y/N.”
Y/N laughed softly, her heart fluttering with excitement. “I’d like that very much, Jisoo. Sangyeon, I’d love to be your girlfriend.”
Sangyeon’s face lit up with a genuine smile. “That makes me very happy. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”
The three of them spent the remainder of the evening enjoying each other’s company. Jisoo’s innocent excitement about the new dynamic between Y/N and Sangyeon only added to the joy of the night. They played a few games, told stories, and watched the twilight deepen into night.
As the stars began to appear, Y/N and Sangyeon took a quiet moment alone while Jisoo was busy with a flashlight, pretending to search for “hidden treasures” in the park.
Sangyeon took Y/N’s hand, his voice tender. “Tonight has been everything I hoped it would be. I’m so grateful for this moment and for you.”
Y/N squeezed his hand, her heart full. “Me too. I’m excited for what the future holds for us.”
They shared a tender kiss under the starry sky, feeling the warmth of their connection deepening. As they packed up the picnic supplies and said their goodbyes to Jisoo, Y/N felt a sense of contentment and anticipation for the future.
being ambushed and turning up on a human’s doorstep for help wasn’t on sangyeon’s bucket list — neither was falling for one.
don’t believe in love, but no one makes me feel like you do.
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someone knocking on your door at 3a.m. wasn’t what you were expecting that night. especially not someone who looked like he had just crawled out of a war zone while it was pouring outside.
you stood at your doorstep completely frozen, staring at the man in front of you. every instinct in you told you to just shut the door and leave, as the number one rule was always to never allow strangers into your house, but the way his dark hair was plastered to his forehead, and the way he painfully clutched his side, taking laboured, uneven breaths, made your stomach twist. made you hesitate.
“help me.” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.
before you could decide, his knees buckled, which made you instinctively reach out and grab onto his arm before he could fall, pulling him in and shutting the door behind you.
“shit— okay, okay. just don’t die on me. i don’t want to explain to the authorities how i got a dead body in my property.”
you dragged him onto your couch and you swore. you weren’t a paramedic. the last time you even touched a first aid kit was when you were fourteen, in one of the clubs that they had you mandatorily joined.
you hastily wrapped up his wounds to stop the bleeding. you had to admit, it was pretty sloppy, but it did the job.
as you tied off the bandage, you collapsed onto the couch next to him, the weight of what you had just done sinking in. you had completely helped a stranger, one who looked like he had barely crawled out from death, who could be associated with the mafia, or criminals, into your home.
you exhaled sharply, watching the rise and fall of his chest— the only indication that he was still alive. his skin was unnaturally pale from the blood loss.
“what the hell happened to you?” you whispered, more to yourself than him.
his eyes cracked open just enough to meet yours. “you wouldn’t believe me even if i told you.” he sighed.
“try me. i have some random stranger bleeding out on my couch at three a.m. on a tuesday night. you’d be surprised what a sleep deprived college student would believe.”
“well, i got into a fight.”
“that much is obvious, to say the least.”
he inhaled slowly, as if debating how much to say. then, instead of answering he moved, and you caught a glimpse of something— something wrong. a faint glow below his shoulder, underneath all your mediocre bandaging. and then you noticed something. his wounds were already closing. knitting themselves together.
your breath caught in your throat. “what are you?”
silence.
then after what felt like an eternity, he finally gave you an answer. “…an angel.”
“wait. so you’re telling me those heavenly celestial beings in the bible are real?”
“more or less.” he shrugged.
“so the fight you got into were with…”
“demons.” he finished. “though it was more of an ambush.”
“how so?”
“you could say that i was being hunted.” he said, indicating that he didn’t want to push the topic further.
“what’s your name?” you asked curiously.
“my name is sangyeon. lee sangyeon. you?”
“just y/n is fine.”
you yawned, sleep overtaking your senses as the adrenaline died down.
“feel free to take the couch tonight. i’m going back to bed.”
you turned, already halfway towards your room, when his voice — rough and quiet, stopped you.
“…thank you.”
something about the way he said it made you paused. it wasn’t just gratitude, it was something deeper than that, exhaustion and maybe something almost lost.
you glanced back over your shoulder, his dark eyes softer than before. vulnerable, even.
you hesitated, and then sighed. “just— don’t bleed out on my couch overnight, alright? i don’t want that on my conscience.”
a ghost of a smirk appeared on his lips. “no promises.”
rolling your eyes, you shuffled into your room, immediately collapsing on your bed. the weight of what had happened still weighed heavily on your mind, but sleep pulled you under before you could think much about it.
tomorrow. you’d deal with everything tomorrow.
when your alarm rang the next morning, it felt like you were still in a dream, the warm aroma of pancakes reaching your nose.
you groggily turned off your alarm, your mind still clouded with sleep. something tugged at the edge of your mind— something off.
right. since when did you have someone living in your house with you?
any traces of sleep within you disappeared.
you scrambled off your bed, grabbing the nearest thing you could find (a night lamp), before cautiously stepping out of your room.
you let out a sigh of relief when you spotted sangyeon, despite his torn shirt, his injuries were all mostly healed. he was standing in your tiny kitchen flipping pancakes, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration, as if he had did this a thousand times.
“morning.” he didn’t need to look up to know you were there. “you didn’t have much in your fridge, so i made do.”
“i—“ you were speechless. “you were just dying hours ago.”
“i know. but i heal fast.”
no shit.
“breakfast is almost ready, can you bring out some plates? i can’t seem to find them.”
you handed him two plates from one of the kitchen cabinets you stashed them in.
“don’t worry about the mess. i cleaned up any stains that were left this morning.”
you peeked out to see your living room.
it was spotless.
the blood stains? gone.
the haphazardly wrapped bandages you had used on him? nowhere to be found.
even the couch, which had practically absorbed his near-death experience, looked freshly cleaned, cushions fluffed as if nothing had happened.
any trace of yesterday’s events wiped away. you were in disbelief. you blinked, rubbing your eyes to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
“…what the hell.”
“you’re welcome.”
you turned to see sangyeon leaning against your kitchen counter, arms crossed over his still ripped shirt, a knowing glint in his eyes. he looked far too pleased with himself, as if he were expecting you to freak out.
which you did. internally.
“you—how—” you gestured vaguely at the immaculate room, at him, at everything. “how did you—”
“like i said, i heal fast.”
“that doesn’t explain this.” you huffed. “did you angel magic the blood away? because i swear, if you tell me you scrubbed the floor and did laundry all before making pancakes, i’m going to lose my mind.”
he tilted his head, as if debating how much to say. “let’s just say… i don’t like to leave a mess.”
“that doesn’t answer my question.”
silence.
“you’re not going to answer my questions, are you?”
sangyeon grinned, sliding a plate of pancakes to you. “eat first. you can interrogate me later.”
you stared at him, then at the food, then back at him.
“fine.” you relented. “but if there’s something more than just you being an angel, i’m kicking you out.”
“deal.”
“so about the angel thing…” you took a bite of your pancake.
“what about it?”
“do you have wings? a halo? do you glow in the dark?”
he blinked, setting his fork down. “seriously?”
you shrugged. “just curious. never met an angel before.”
sangyeon sighed, leaning back against his chair. “yes. i do have wings.”
“are they out right now?”
“no.”
“can i see them?”
“no.”
you pouted, crossing your arms. “that’s no fun.”
“you’re taking this too well.” amusement glinting in his eyes.
“what can i say? i’m an avid fantasy reader. i don’t really see the point in freaking out. you’re here, you’re an angel, and you make good pancakes. plus clean the house. seems like a win for me.”
he shook his head. “unbelievable.”
“so, what can you do with your angel powers? can you smite people?”
“not gonna answer that.”
“so you can.”
“eat up. or you’re gonna be late for class.”
you narrowed your eyes at him. “you totally can. that’s why you won’t say anything. plus, how do you even know my schedule?”
he just smirked, gesturing to your watch.“better hurry. i don’t think professors accept ‘interrogating my houseguest about divine retribution’ as an excuse for being late.”
“meanie.”
days passed, and you had came to an agreement with sangyeon that he’ll be allowed to stay (as long as he did your house chores).
he hadn’t even argued. just nodded, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work like it was the most natural thing in the world.
dishes? done. laundry? folded better than you ever managed. floors? spotless. you weren’t sure if it was some kind of angelic perfectionism or just his way of pulling his weight, but you weren’t about to complain.
still, he promised he wouldn’t stay forever. “as soon as I come up with a plan, I’ll leave,” he had said.
and yet—days turned into a week. then another. and he was still here, still cooking breakfast, still waiting for you to get home from class like this was just normal now.
you weren’t going to bring it up.
and neither was he.
on one of the quieter nights, you find sangyeon standing by the window, quiet. distracted.
“what are you thinking about?”
“nothing for you to worry about.”
you rolled your eyes, leaning against the doorway. “you always say that. which makes me think there is something to worry about.”
he sighed. “they’re getting closer.”
you didn’t need to ask to know who he was talking about. the demons that were hunting him.
“how do you know?”
“you can say angels have a sixth sense.”
“you sound oddly like peter parker.”
“this is nothing like spider-man.”
“so you do have spidey senses.”
“y/n. spider-man is not real.”
you gasped, placing a hand over your chest. “i’m offended. he’s my favourite superhero.”
sangyeon gave you a flat look. “i’m literally an angel. spider-man can’t fly.”
“first of all, rude. second, he can swing, which is arguably cooler.”
he sighed, rubbing his temples. “why are we even talking about this?”
“you’re mad because peter parker has better one-liners than you.”
he scoffed. “i could smite you, you know.”
“so you can smite people!” you exclaimed triumphantly.
sangyeon groaned, already regretting the conversation.
before he could argue, you spun on your heel and bolted for your room. “goodnight, oh mighty smiter!”
“y/n—”
click. door locked.
he exhaled sharply, a smile creeping up on his lips, and shook his head. “unbelievable.”
you knew you were not dreaming when you could feel the ground beneath you shaking, the sound of glass shattering reaching your ears.
you scrambled out of bed, heart hammering as you swung your door open. and in the middle of your living room, a fight had already broke out.
sangyeon moved like lightning, dodging a clawed swipe aimed at his chest. his opponent—a shadowed figure with glowing, inhuman eyes—lunged again, but he caught its wrist, twisting sharply before slamming it against the floor with a dull thud.
you barely had time to process what you were seeing. the coffee table had been knocked over, furnitures were strewn across the room.
your breath hitched as the demon snarled, twisting out of sangyeon’s grip and striking back. he ducked, barely missing the blow, and in that split second, his gaze flicked toward you.
“y/n, get back in your room—”
too late.
the demon’s gaze snapped towards you, and before you could react, the demon moved. too fast.
sangyeon reacted instantly, intercepting it before it could reach you. his arm slammed into its chest, sending it staggering back with a snarl. but it recovered quickly, claws swiping toward him in a blur.
you tried to get back to your room, but the stupid doorknob wouldn’t budge. you tried again— and again, harder this time. but it wouldn’t turn.
panic surged through you as you yanked at the door, but it was as if it had fused with the frame, completely immovable. “oh, come on—!”
behind you, the fight raged on, sangyeon dodging a vicious strike before countering with a forceful blow that sent the demon crashing against the far wall. but even with his focus on the fight, he felt your struggle.
“y/n, what are you doing?!”
“i’m trying to do what you told me to do!” you shot back, still wrenching at the handle.
“something must have jammed the lock. just stay back!”
behind you, the fight raged on, sangyeon moving with lethal precision, each strike calculated to keep the demon at bay without wrecking your living room.
the moment sangyeon summoned his sword, the air in the room shifted.
you felt it before you saw it—a pulse of something ancient, something powerful, pressing against your skin like static before a storm. the blade materialized in his grip, silver glinting under the dim lights.
sangyeon moved faster than your eyes could track. one precise swing—clean, effortless—his blade cut through the demon like it was nothing.
for a split second, there was silence. then the demon let out a sound, something between a snarl and a gasp, before its form fractured. deep cracks of glowing light split across its body, spreading like veins of fire.
and then—
it disintegrated.
vanishing into nothing but ash and embers, the remnants of its existence fading into the air.
you stared, heart hammering, your door still jammed behind you.
sangyeon exhaled, lowering his sword. “well.” he turned to you, entirely too casual for someone who had just erased a monster from existence.
“that takes care of that.”
you stared at the empty space where the demon had been, then back at sangyeon—who, to your absolute disbelief, looked completely unfazed.
“why didn’t you summon your sword sooner?!” you demanded, still pressed against your still-locked door.
he exhaled, rolling his shoulders like he’d just finished an exercise rather than a full-on supernatural brawl. “because swinging a celestial weapon around in a tiny space is generally a bad idea.”
you gestured wildly to the very much intact room. “it looks fine to me!”
“because i have control,” he said simply, sheathing the sword like this was just another weekday. “unlike demons, i actually care about property damage.”
you opened your mouth, then closed it. then opened it again. “what now?”
“now? i make coffee.”
you blinked. “we just survived a demon attack and your first instinct is to—”
“do you want some or not?” he was already walking toward the kitchen.
you stared after him, then at the spot where the demon had disintegrated. the room still buzzed with the remnants of something not of this world, and yet, here he was. casually brewing coffee like this was just another part of the night.
“yeah. make mine doubled.”
both of you sat on the couch, placing your coffee mugs on the coffee table (which looked as good as new, after sangyeon used his powers to magically put everything back in place, of course). the weight of the night finally settling in.
you stared into your coffee, brain still struggling to catch up. “so… demons are real.”
“obviously.” sangyeon took a sip of his coffee like he hadn’t just erased one from existence thirty minutes ago.
you shot him a look. “and you just—” you mimicked a slashing motion, “poofed it out of existence.”
he exhaled through his nose, setting his mug down. “they don’t belong here.”
you fell silent at that. for the first time, he looked… tired. not physically—he didn’t even look winded—but there was something in his posture, something in the way he stared ahead like he was already thinking about the next fight.
you shifted slightly closer, voice quieter now. “so… what happens now?”
he stared into his coffee for a moment before exhaling. “i think i’ve stayed long enough. it’s time for me to leave.”
your stomach dropped. “what?”
he finally looked at you, something unreadable in his expression. “i was never supposed to stay here, y/n. i needed time to recover, to figure things out, but now…” he trailed off, his jaw tightening. “it’s safer if i go.”
you frowned. “safer for who?”
he didn’t answer right away. but the way he averted his gaze told you enough.
“sangyeon.” your voice was firm now. “are you leaving because you have to, or because you think you should?”
he let out a quiet laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “does it matter?”
“it does to me.”
he doesn’t reply you. just stares down at his coffee, fingers tightening around the mug like he’s bracing himself.
“don’t go.” you whispered softly.
his shoulders stiffen. for a second, you think he’s going to brush it off, make some offhanded remark, but he doesn’t. he just sits there, unmoving.
“y/n…” his voice is quieter than you’ve ever heard it.
“you said it yourself,” you continued, barely above a whisper. “you were never meant to stay. but you did. and you’re still here. doesn’t that mean something?”
his throat bobs as he swallows. “it’s not that simple.”
“why not?” you shift even closer now, your knee brushing his. “you keep saying you have to leave, that it’s safer—but you’re still here. so why are you making this harder than it has to be?”
he finally looks at you, and for the first time, you see it—the hesitation. the part of him that doesn’t want to go.
“y/n…” he exhales, running a hand through his hair. “i don’t want to put you in more danger.”
“i don’t care. stay. kicking me out of your life won’t change anything.”
sangyeon’s breath catches, just for a second. his fingers flex against his knee like he wants to argue, but nothing comes out.
“y/n…” he looks away, exhaling slowly. “you don’t understand—”
“i understand enough.” you argued. “you think leaving will keep me safe? that pushing me away will magically undo everything?”
silence.
“you already brought me into this world, sangyeon. that choice was made the second you knocked on my door.” your voice softens, but the resolve stays. “and i’m still here. i’m not afraid.”
he presses his lips together, like he’s fighting something inside himself. his hands clench, then unclench.
finally, he exhales. “you’re impossible.”
but he doesn’t move. doesn’t get up. doesn’t leave.
“okay. i’ll stay.”
the words are quiet, almost like he’s saying them more to himself than to you. like he’s testing how they feel in his mouth, in his heart.
you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. “good."
he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “you really don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“maybe not,” you admit, a small smile tugging at your lips. “but at least i have you.”
he looks at you then, really looks at you. and for the first time all night, his shoulders relax. and maybe, just maybe, he’s where he’s supposed to be all along.
months passed, and sangyeon was still here.
you weren’t sure when exactly you stopped expecting him to leave. maybe it was when he started grumbling about your terrible sleeping habits. maybe it was the first time he said “i’ll be back” instead of “i should go.”
whatever it was, you didn’t question it. you just let him stay.
his presence became second nature—woven into your routines like he’d always been there. you’d come home from class to find the apartment spotless, laundry folded with near-military precision. he never complained, only shot you a smug look whenever you stared too long.
“angelic perfectionism,” you muttered once.
“basic survival instincts,” he shot back. “someone has to make sure you’re eating real food and not instant ramen four times a week.”
(you had no rebuttal.)
but it wasn’t just that. it was the quiet moments—the way he listened when you rambled about anything, the way he always knew when you needed a distraction, the way he lingered just a little longer whenever you stood too close.
“do you ever miss heaven?” you asked one night, the two of you sitting by the window, watching the city hum below.
he was quiet for a moment. then, softly, “not as much as i thought i would.”
you didn’t press for more. you just nudged his shoulder, smiling when he huffed a laugh.
“i’m glad you stayed.”
sangyeon looks at you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. for a moment, you think he might brush it off with a teasing remark, the way he always does.
but he doesn’t.
instead, he exhales, gaze softening. “me too.”
you don’t say anything else—don’t need to. instead, you lean against him, just enough for your shoulder to brush his.
because you knew, that whatever danger you might have to face, at least you had him by your side.
an angel who had crashed into your life at 3 a.m., bleeding and broken. who stayed even when he thought he shouldn’t. who chose this—chose you.
Plot: Yours and Sangyeon's relationship is changed forever after a game of Truth or Dare
Pairing: Lee Sangyeon x Gn!Reader
A/n: This started as a drabble for a Milestone Ship requested by an anon, using the prompts 'Truth or Dare' 'Dare' 'I Dare you to kiss me.' Then it became a bit longer than a drabble so I made it it's own post.
A/n #2: This is also the fic I accidentally deleted before saving, so this is the second version unfortunately
Words: 1.2k
You continued to stare up at the cloudy night sky from the balcony of your apartment as you hummed under your breath. You thought over what to ask Sangyeon for his 'Truth' question. You had played this game so many times with your childhood friend, it was getting harder to think of things you didn't already know the answer too.
The two of you were lying on your backs on blankets and pillows. Discarded food and drinks littered around you, left by the other's about an hour prior. You and Sangyeon always ended up being the last two to part. Something you seemed to never question, but should have.
Turning your head, you met his eyes as he watched you patiently from beside you. Your heart flipped, but you ignored it.
"Whose you're favorite?"
Sangyeon let out a soft laugh, knowing you were asking him to choose from his members. He groaned and shook his head, "I would expect that from one of them, not you!"
"Come on! I wont tell." You grinned.
He chuckled, "I don't believe you."
You turned onto your side and sat up on your elbow, resting your head on your hand. He glanced over at you and shook his head with a smile as he turned and copied your position, staring at you with a teasing glare.
After a moment he finally answered, "You."
"Me?"
He nodded and you stuck out your tongue before sighing, "Cop-out" and lying back down.
He smiled softly as he watched you, knowing you wouldn't believe him, even if it was true. His eyes grazed over your features as his heart beat in a familiar flutter.
You glanced over at him. "You're turn."
He let out a soft breath. "Truth or Dare."
"My turn for Truth."
He thought for a second as he thought over the question he had wanted to ask you a few times now.
"Do you have a crush on someone?"
Your eyes widened slightly as you looked over at him. He hid his anxiety with a smirk and you groaned. The boys had been trying to get this information from you for a while, though a select few did know, but Sangyeon was left in the dark, for reasons he couldn't know.
You cleared your throat. "Maybe." He tilted his head with a pointed look and you sighed, "Fine. Yes."
He sat up a bit more, ready to interrogate and you rose your hand. "That was a yes or no question, now it's my turn."
He rolled his eyes softly as he tried to ignore the painful tightness in his chest.
"Truth or dare."
"Truth."
Thinking you could turn the tables on him you sat up, now facing him as you both sat on the floor of your balcony.
"Do you have a crush on someone?"
"Yes."
His quick, unrestrained answer made your heart flip, before your stomach tightened. 'Oh.' You shouldn't have asked.
He smiled softly as he leaned a bit closer. "Truth or Dare."
"T-" you hesitated. If you said truth, he would ask you who it was. "Dare."
He smiled, knowing that was what you were going to choose. "I dare you to tell me who."
You opened your mouth in surprise as he smiled, though his heart was pounding painfully. Why did he want to know so bad? Simply for the small chance it might be him? But what if it wasn't? Was tonight the night his heart was going to be broken?
You started stuttering out, "I- but-" you groaned "That's not fair." You pouted and he chuckled.
"Fine, I dare you to give me a hint."
You sighed, a hint was better than the whole truth. You fiddled with your hands, as you tried to figure out how to answer without giving yourself away. Tonight was not the night you wanted to lose your friend because of unrequited love.
"You know him."
Sangyeon swallowed harshly, his first thought being that it was one of the members. Something he had been afraid of.
He nodded, "You're turn."
You noticed the change in his tone and you studied him for a moment. "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"Do I know the person you have a crush on?"
He met your eyes and the intensity in them made your heart flutter as he nodded. "Yes. Truth or Dare."
His tone told you he had a response ready no matter what you chose. You swallowed nervously as you bit the inside of your lip. "Why do you want to know so bad?"
He smiled softly, "Its not your turn. Truth or Dare."
"Truth."
"Is it someone in the band?"
You didn't want him to mistake your crush to be one of the others, but the question only had one answer.
You nodded softly, "Yes."
You noticed the way he swallowed, and the way his eyes darted down to the ground before he adjusted himself. "You're turn."
Why did he seem upset? Could it be...
"Truth or Dare."
"Truth."
It was like he wanted you to find out. Like he needed you to know.
"Are you upset it's one of the members?"
He met your eyes, his response not being anything you had expected. "I'll only be upset if it's not me."
Your breath caught in your throat as he stared intensely into your eyes.
Something in how you froze and the way you were looking at him, told him what he wanted to know.
"Truth or Dare." His voice was almost a whisper.
Your voice was just as quiet, "Truth."
"Is it me?"
No words were needed as you nodded, your heart beating so heavily you could feel it in your head.
It was like you were on autopilot. "Truth or Dare."
"Truth."
"Am I the one you like?"
Sangyeon nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips as he adjusted himself, moving closer to you. Reaching over, he wrapped his hands around your wrists and pulled you until you slid closer, your knees meeting his.
His eyes never left yours. "Truth or Dare."
Your voice was barely audible. "Dare."
He smiled softly as he leaned closer to you, his eyes scanning your face before pausing on your lips. He met your eyes again as he spoke. "I dare you to kiss me."
You weren't sure if you were breathing or not as your mind went blank. You kept your eyes locked with his before you slowly looked at his lips. You could see the soft smile playing at his lips.
Meeting his eyes again, you slowly leaned forward, wanting to meet his challenge.
Sangyeon watched you as you drifted closer. He resisted the urge to catch your lips in a desperate kiss as you moved agonizingly slow. His grip tightened ever so slightly around your wrists as your lips began to brush against his.
Giving in, he leaned into the kiss just as you did. Not wasting any time, Sangyeon pulled you closer until you were in his lap as he deepened the kiss, one of his hands holding the back of your head.
You melted into his arms as the kiss became messier, the longing both of you had been secretly feeling coming to the surface.
Pulling away a few moments later, you breathlessly stared into each other's eyes as smiles spread across your faces. Sangyeon gently cupped your face before pecking your lips.
You smiled brightly and he couldn't resist pulling you into another kiss. Something he would find to become a common occurrence in your budding relationship.
xx End xx
Kind of an abrupt ending, but I accidentally deleted this fic before having to re-do it so I couldn't get it out how I wanted the second time.
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"Public rental unit for police at Gangnam? Won't you need, like, high points for that?" Changmin questions, mouth full of food as he stares curiously at you.
"Mmm, they're giving out three special units to the police." You casually nod, downing a spoonful.
"Really? What are the conditions then?" Changmin perks up, suddenly curious when he senses that you were too nonchalant, conditions may be as simple.
"They score it based on seniority, size of family, marital status, etc. etc. You know, basic requirements. But you know what matters the most? Number of arrests and evaluations," You ignorantly shook your shoulders, making Changmin's drop. You sigh, "I'd definitely get it if those were the only requirements," You shake your head, losing confidence.
"What are you going to arrest, terrorists?" He scoffs, smirking at you.
"In life, Changmin, you never know." You point your chopsticks at him.
"Evaluations are good, but I quit getting them. The apartment's all yours. How are you getting more points?" You had no idea at all, opting to just eat in silence when your phone rings and vibrates in the table.
"Might get married, might not." You slyly smile, slowly widening when you read the caller ID. "Let me get this for a second," You excuse yourself out of the table with a smile, Changmin gawking at your sudden and absurd idea.
"Good morning to my most handsome friend there is," You start as you answered the call, hearing him chuckle in the other line. "You miss me?"
"I think I should ask that. I'm guessing you need something for you to call me something like that," He instigates, and you hear him unlocking his car.
"I don't. At least yet. Why'd you call though?" You pick on your helmet that hung in one of your suit belts, looking longingly at your food. "I got some eating to do, you know."
"I'll be fast. I heard there's someone in your team leading drugs associated with child prostitution. Police will be there after some investigations, but right within the day." Sangyeon informs, starting his car and putting you on hold for a second.
"Oh," You coo, nodding. "Who is it?"
"I'm just informing you, not blatantly revealing files to you," Sangyeon teasingly laughs out, and you hiss.
"Then, if I catch them before you do, it will be my arrest, right?" You think of the points for the free special unit that are being given away to the police, making you smile widely.
"Look at you," Sangyeon hisses as well, "I'm actually on the way there now, partner in crime. You will need to sit your ass down because your best friend will be arresting the bad guys. You be the good cop," He chuckles, warning you. He asks you to go back and eat and bid farewell, hopping back to your seat.
You squint your eyes at the contact, pointing at it as if a light bulb just lit up in your mind.
"You're scaring me," Changmin says, pouting at the phone. "What's the face thing doing on your phone?"
"I think I just found my husband."
"What a waste." You scoff as you cross your arms over your chest, glaring at your once favorite student getting arrested right in front of your eyes. Sangyeon mirrors your actions, standing beside you with a smirk.
"Well, we never really know people." He shakes his head, signaling his team to go on without him. "That's how my work goes," He removes his id and tucks it in his pocket, meaning the end of his work. "Should we go for lunch?"
"I just ate, but who am I to decline another round of food?" You give a bright smile, patting him in his arm. "Wait for me here, I know a good restaurant just near here."
You grab your things as you bid goodbye to Changmin, leaving him speechless at your sudden leave in the middle of the training.
"Hey! Where are you going?! What am I supposed to do with the newbies alone?!" Changmin screams as he watches you hop away, glee in your steps.
"You can handle them alone! I'm off to go get more points for my future apartment, I'll just treat you to some delicious food next time!" You wave, even giving a flying kiss which he annoyingly swatted away.
"Let's go handsome!" You drag Sangyeon away as his face contorted as if he just ate something sour.
"Why do you keep calling me that? It's getting on my nerves," He shivers in his place, taking a good look around the restaurant you were arrogant about.
"Let's eat first, hmm? The beef here is so delicious you have no idea." He chuckles at how you acted, all giddy and excited at how the beef was grilling in front of you.
"Hey, hey! That's not yet cooked!" He swats your chopsticks away with the tongs, hissing at you. He glares at you as he points the tongs at you, making you wait.
You shrink on your seat as you nib on your chopsticks, eagerly waiting for it to be, quotation marks, cooked.
When you were finally done, Sangyeon finally waits for you to open up a talk.
You uncomfortably shift on your seat, smiling wryly.
"Sangyeon," You smile a bigger one, "Should we get married?"
It was needless to say Sangyeon almost coughed all his intestines out. You stretch a glass of water out to him, rubbing his back with an apologetic smile.
"Did you lose a screw or?" He coughs out, pointing at your head. You click your tongue, explaining the situation you wanted in. "So let me get this straight, you're short on points, so you want my arrests to be of points to you?" He summarizes, gulping down another glass of water.
"Yeah, that's basically it." You nod shyly, forking another slice of beef to your mouth. "Hey, when you think about it, I'm a decent per-,"
"Okay."
"Huh?"
Silence engulfs the both of you, just silently staring at each other. Yet your heartbeat was ringing in your ears.
"I said okay. We can get married." He nods, now finally calm and collected, repeating what he said.
"Sang... married, as in... married. Living for life," You clear out, clearing your throat.
"You wanted it, and I said okay," He chuckles at your bewildered state, feeling all jittery inside.
"Oh, okay." You shortly reply, nodding. "Wow, okay. I didn't expect that you'll agree like that." You chuckle, finally calming yourself down. "I should've accepted your confession back in high school," You mumble, shaking your head.
"H-hey! Are you still not over that? I didn't mean my confession back then! It was... pressure! Right, pressure only! My friends were there and urging me and-,"
"Fine, fine! Why are you explaining over again..." You mumble, chuckling at his now sheepish state. "I'm sending a form then. We're married." You confirm, stretching out your hand for him to shake. He chuckles, shaking your hand with a hum.
Well, that was easy now, wasn't it?
You know what's not easy? It's suppressing your growing feelings for your best friend.
"I did not even dare imagine I would get to live in an apartment like this," Your eyes roam around the newly renovated apartment flat, on your tippy toes as Sangyeon tailed you with a smile. "i'm planning on changing a lot, but since it was just renovated, we can push that off for a while and enjoy the scent of the new flat," You smile, turning to him as he agrees whatever you want to do with the apartment. You stop when you open a room, spotting two beds beside each other with a table lamp between it.
"Oh, that..." Sangyeon trails off, thinking of any reason. "The other room is packed with storage boxes so... I moved in here first. Don't worry! When we get it cleaned up I'll move," Sangyeon panics, pointing here and there to prove his point.
"It's okay," You nod, glancing at him awkwardly. "We can stay together. To be safe from unit inspection officers, too. We're married. We should be together in one room, at least." You ignore the thumping of your heart as you made your beeline away from the tightening walls of the room, leaving Sangyeon stunned. "Well, I'm satisfied. Are you?"
You both finish wandering the flat, satisfied smiles on your faces as you plan ahead on how the bills would be parted.
Your little bubble of happiness pops while you both were eating your housewarming meal when both of your phones rang together, signaling an emergency.
You both looked at each other curiously, wondering why it had to be the same time your phones alerted an emergency when you had different fields.
So when the police and the special operation units team up to take down a massive cult, Sangyeon and you grow worried about each other.
"You be safe." You mumble to Sangyeon before he drives off after dropping you to your outpost, having to run to his station as well.
"You too. See you later." He nods at you before seeing you off, dashing inside to be on the emergency meeting.
"Oh, y/n. You're here." Changmin pulls a chair for you as the meeting continues, summarized as the SOU will only be a back-up and the police will be leading the operation.
Specifically, Sangyeon is.
You raise your hand immediately to gain attention, silence overtaking the whole room when the supervisor points at you to continue.
"Can't we lead with them? I mean... wouldn't it be the same to go there as back up? Why can't we lead as well so that there are more people to ambush the place?" You suggest, but the supervisor shakes his head immediately to dismiss you.
"It's a case that's been going on for years already. We can't afford to fight with the police to take credit for their hard work. They only asked for back and especially the SOU so that more range of the main post of the cult will be surrounded and ambushed." You nod in response, growing worried of how the case was being approached.
If it was lasting for a year already, wouldn't the suspects already be so cut out to be hard to take down? So why would you have to be at the bleachers when your man is risking his life out there in the fields?
"That being said, yn and Changmin, you'll be with the Tech team of the police in contact with those getting silently in the field in disguises. You'll be together with them for stakeout. Get ready for any alerts and emergencies."
"You mean the police will disguise themself as part of the cult's members?" You clear out, repeating what the supervisor said.
"Yes. It's their plan and we're acting on it." You stayed quiet after that, letting the meeting go on while you were on your head until Changmin gets to the best of you to remind you the meeting's done and you got to move.
"Let me make a quick call." You pat Changmin and excuse yourself to the bathroom, hands shaking as you start looking for that certain contact. "You dipshit! How could you not tell me about this?!" When you hear the line connecting, you immediately curse out Sangyeon which earns you a chuckle.
"I'm a police. Cases are top secret. I think I've told you that a hundred times already." He scoffs, and you hear a lot of background voices in the back, probably getting ready.
"You're going in alone?" You put your annoyance aside to finally get some information from him, he sighs.
"Did you not listen on your meeting?" A soft chuckle leaves his lips, "We're five." Opting to just answer your questions, he leans back as the chaos erupts behind him. "Oh, yn. We need to go, they go around picking victims by this time of the day in the park. You should go with your team no-,"
"For how many days will you be inside? When's the attack going to be?" You cut Sangyeon off, wishing you can stop him longer from going.
"Will be there for at least three to five days to offer some comfort to them. Could be earlier, could be later." He hears you heave a deep sigh which prompts pulls the sides of his lips to a genuine smile, appreciating your concern over your friend which is now your husband. "Hey. Listen to your supervisors, okay? I don't want you getting hurt." Because of him.
"Are you kidding me?" You retort, "Then try not going on dangerous missions!"
"It's my job though," He replies calmly, making you weirdly more agitated. "You don't have to worry about me, yn. I'm Lee Sangyeon, I've been awarded as the Honorable Police Detective for three consecutive years now. I have my back."
"If you come out there with the slightest scar on your body you'll die by my hands," You threaten so lovingly, Sangyeon lets out a hearty laugh. "Be safe, Sangyeon. I'm serious,"
"Okay. Thank you, I will. You too, okay! Don't be so rash about making decisions." You hum in reply as you end the call, sighs still coming out of your lips in worry.
"Don't worry. He'll be fine." You comfort yourself in front of the mirror as you washed your face, heading bravely now outside to pack your things.
After another briefing of the mission, it is now taken into action. You jump into the van with your bag of protective gear with Changmin.
"Hey, yn. Don't let your emotions get through, yeah? I mean it with no offense," Changmin pats your arm in assurance. "Team work."
"Oh, absolutely." Half sarcastic, half not. Of course you shouldn't be putting your emotions into cases. You're not allowed to do that.
Of course. Okay. You can do that. You can, right? You nod at yourself. That was easy.
You spent the first two days cramped up in the back of the van with another police who handled the tech, the tech, and you and Changmin and only listening to Sangyeon and the other four whatever was happening inside and only when they had something to share to the bud.
"We're going ahead and sneak to the office by night when they announce lights out in bedrooms," You hear Sangyeon say through the speakers, and you nod at Changmin. It was an hour before said takeover.
Both of you changed into your gear and vests, preparing everything you need to prepare. Just as time had passed, you were on standby, You sigh, anxiously picking on your finger.
"He's going to be fine, yn. Loosen up."
"Can you... I'll... stay outside. Call me in if something happens and we need to go. I'll remove the bud."
"You can't do that," Changmin hisses, holding your hand to make you stay. "Stay here. Remove the bud but don't go outside. At least, you'll see what's going on." He suggests, and you remove your bud. Through the small cameras set up by the five inside the 'house', you watch each of their movement.
"Fuck." Right when they were in a blind spot inside the office, the tech exclaims and the both of you perk up and the lights inside the office lit.
"What happened? Do we go inside?" You ask, grabbing Changmin by the shoulder in panic.
"We still haven't gotten any orders, yn." He levels with your panic, but still trying to calm you down.
"The team's silently making their way around and inside. Please don't move unless we tell you so," The police you're with pleads, and you stay put on your sit with a huff and a heavy heart.
Your eyes search for Sangyeon through the cameras but no signs seen. Assuming their buds were taken since no one has then uttered a word, they've been taken by the members into interrogation.
"So what, are we just going to fucking sit here? There are five of your team there! Are you just going to let them die?!" You get loose, grabbing your helmet. Changmin stands up and calms you down once again, and the police doesn't bat you an eye.
He remains seated and eerily busy in his computer, showing that police cars have already surrounded the area.
You wait for any order, any, just to go out of these sickening van. Your husband was out there, not knowing if dead or alive, and you were out here stuck on your sit because they told you so.
"They rang the car sirens," You hear the numerous and loud police car sirens which also alarms your leave, sharing a look with Changmin and getting your gears and guns, rushing out of the van and skillfully making your way to back up the polices, already in their places. Plenty of suspects make their way out of the house in a hurry not knowing they are already surrounded as some detectives fight their way into these suspects and in the house.
After a suspenseful, agitating wait until they've all surrendered, arms and feet get impatient as it shakes in worry and anger. Lastly, who you've been briefed about as the cult's leader, make his way out of the house and handcuffed, one by one, the disguised detectives make their way out of the house honorable, but not quite yet.
Sangyeon was still inside, location unknown.
Another surge of detectives make their way inside to search for said man and you're on the surge of breaking down.
"Where the hell is he..." You mumbled, eyebrows meeting in the middle as you stand up straight and fucked the form up, chucking your gun into your holster and make your way to the front.
Changmin wasn't able to stop you now because of how determined you were and how worried about not seeing Sangyeon. So you immediately ask one of his colleagues that went in. But to no avail. They were separated when the lights lit and since Sangyeon lead them, he was interrogated alone by the cult leader.
Okay. If they're not able to tell them where Sangyeon is, the cult leader will.
You angrily heave a sigh as you stride closer to the handcuffed man, still all dignified and mighty even though he was caught. You remove your helmet to throw aside, grabbing him by the collar aggressively which makes heads turn, the polices and now Changmin gasping, trying to stop you but your hands stayed where it was.
"Where's the other one?" You ask through gritted teeth, glaring up at him. He scoffs, smirks, shaking his head and looks at you with innocent eyes.
"I have no idea. You tell me," He smiles devilishly once again, and you click your tongue in annoyance. You step farther away from them and your face scrunches, annoyance and anger getting the best of you.
You launch a hard kick on his stomach which sent him flying away from the polices hands, and you dashed at him with the intent of then punching him in the face as he folds in pain. You put your foot in his chest and sigh satisfyingly.
"I'm asking you once again. Where the hell is he," He cowardly hides his face under his hands as he groans in pain due to your weight on his chest.
"He's in the walk in freezer in the basement!"
Right as he reveals Sangyeon's location, the police runs to the basement as you tail them, leaving the assailant with a hard, last push of your weight on his chest.
The medical team prepares heaters and hot packs, towels, coats as you wait for it to be opened, tapping your foot as finally, Sangyeon- half conscious and shivering and all tucked up in a corner, comes into sight.
They rush in to usher him out, putting endless of towels and coats over him and handing him hot packs and leading him to a heater. He sighs in relief, seeing your worried face that he oh so loved so much, unscratched and waiting for him, he smiles.
The police, now all done with their work inside with Sangyeon spotted, leaves you both alone and you finally break into tears.
You tightened your jaw, making your way towards him with heavy, angry steps. Sangyeon ineffectively tries to turn around to find someone that can shield him or just run away but the towels and coats limit his movements.
You warm your fingers up as you land a hard punch on his arm, the punch going through the thick layer of towels coats that causes him to groan in pain and lie on his side.
"Oh my god," Sangyeon breathes out, looking at you. "I thought you were worried about me!"
"I said I was going to kill you with my own two hands if you had the slightest scratch on your body." You remind him, fingers folding to a fist to get ready to punch him again.
"Stop! That hurts!" Although it really did hurt (two things he feared for life was death and an angry y/n), a smile was plastered on his face as he shuffles himself to sit, facing you with the biggest smile. "The operation was a success, aren't you happy for me?"
You were silent. You were still glaring at him as he met your eyes, but he knows that you were only worried sick about him. It was indeed a dangerous mission, and the fact that if he wasn't found for another minute, he would've died.
But he didn't, and he get to see how worried you were right when those doors of the freezer opened. He gets to see you.
That was worth it.
Your fist relaxes as you meet his eye level, sighing in relief as you took him into your arms, giving him the tightest (almost deadly), warmest, and sweetest hug that assured him of everything.
"Never do these kinds of operations again," You mumble, burrowing your face in the towels that held him closer than you. "I get worried sick. Being a good cop is boring. I'll be the bad cop now so you don't get to do these kinds of things anymore. How about that?"
You hear Sangyeon chuckle as he's now the one burrowing his chin in the crook of your neck, enjoying the warmth you exuded. He definitely was not going to let you do that, but now he just decided to keep quiet and enjoy how he fit right into your arms.
Summary: After a long day of running around and doing errands, you finally return home to your loving boyfriend.
Oneshot
Fluff, Established Relationship au
Word Count: 961
Sangyeon X Reader
Not requested
Bonus Christmassy fic
[A/n: So, I had messed up in November- and ended up switching my prompts around… I wrote this fully before realizing my mistake. So, this is based off of Prompt 6. “What do you say to matching pajamas, watching Christmas movies, and hot cocoa?” But I changed some details and edited it to not include the prompt! If you wish to read real prompt 6- See: Xmas Movies (Changmin x Reader)]
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It’s later in the evening when you’ve finished running around and doing errands. Relieved to finally come home, kick off your shoes and relax. You put down the bags of groceries and necessities onto the floor. As you pull off your winter coat and scarf, and stuff your mittens into your jacket. You hear the bags rustling and look up to see Sangyeon lifting the bags into his arms, “You’re already home?” He hums, “Yeah, I got home just a bit before you actually.” You nod and follow him into the kitchen, putting the groceries away together while you softly talk about your days as you organize everything. When you’ve finished, he asks, “What do you say to some hot cocoa and christmas movies?” You smile, “I’d like that.” That’s when you notice his reindeer-covered pajama set, and ask, “Are those new?” His eyes crinkle as he smiles, “Yeah, I got you a matching set.” You grin and before you can say anything, he says, “Go upstairs, and I’ll start hot cocoa. You pick out the movie we start on!” You grin at him, kissing his cheek before heading upstairs. Your energy that was drained from running around endlessly was revitalized at the thought of cuddling in soft pajamas and sipping hot cocoa with your beloved while you watched your favorite movie.
You see the new set of reindeer pajamas waiting for you, already tagless. And happily undress and put the fuzzy pajamas on before heading back down to the living room. You turn on the TV and flip around before finding exactly what you were looking for. Sangyeon comes around the couch with two cups of hot cocoa, “I had a feeling it would be this movie.” You laugh, “It’s my favorite.” He grins, “I know.” He hands you yours before he sits beside you. You take a sip from your hot cocoa before cuddling into him. He wraps his free arm around your shoulders as you watch. You run your fingers over the reindeers on his and your pajamas, admiring them. He asks, “You really like ‘em, huh?” You nod, continuing to trace them as you watch it and feel his fingers do the same. You both eventually stop to continue drinking your hot cocoa, eating the marshmallows as you go.
The further your drink empties, the cuddler with him you become. It felt good to be home with him like this. He kisses the top of your head, and you smile as you watch the movie. You sigh as you finish your mug but sit with it, waiting for the commercial break to put it down. When you feel it slowly leave your grip, you quickly try to catch it, thinking it is falling out of your grasp. Before you realize Sangyeon was taking it from your hands so he could put it on the coffee table. You let him have it, and when he leans back, he drapes his arm around your shoulder as you finish your favorite movie. You snuggle in again, and he drapes the couch blanket over the two of you. When your movie ends, you grab the remote from the armrest and flip it around until you find the movie you’re searching for. He grins as you put it on, and you start one of his favorite Christmas movies. His head rests on top of yours as you both watch on.
You finish up his movie with your legs stretched out over his and his arm around your waist, and his head no longer on yours. He removes his arm to grab the remote control and looks for a movie you both love to watch. You both decide on Charlie Brown’s Christmas, humming softly to the songs that play. And you readjust to lay your head on his shoulder, and he moves his arm to be around your shoulders again, keeping you close to him. You let out a content hum at the smell of cologne, relaxing further into his hold as he brings you closer in. You feel your eyes droop the more you relax and watch the movie. Your head falls forward a bit as you fall asleep, causing you to wake back up. When your eyes droop again, you shake yourself back awake, which causes Sangeon to laugh. You scoff, rolling your eyes, trying to stay up to see the sweet ending. But no matter how endearing it is to see Snoopy ice skate, you find your eyes growing heavier and heavier before you’re resting on Sangyeon’s shoulder, fully asleep.
You wake up to Sangyeon’s arm still draped over your shoulders and the TV guide waiting for you to decide what to watch next. You turn in his hold, looking at his beautiful face, and smile to yourself. Before you decide to wake him up, you pepper his face with feather-light kisses, “Sang… Sang? Honey?” He hums as his eyes blink open, “Yeah?” He grins as he opens his eyes fully, “God, how I love waking up to see you before me.” You blush as you say, “I could say the same about you.” You kiss his cheek again, and he lifts your chin with his finger and brings you in for a proper kiss. You both sigh in satisfaction before he leads you up the stairs and into your bedroom after shutting off the TV. You brush your teeth together before getting under the covers and lying side by side. “What do you say we do this tomorrow? For most of the day?” You hum, “I’d like that.” He pulls you into his chest, kissing the top of your head before nestling into the pillows. You snuggle into his chest, falling asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat.
i have a sangyeon fic coming hopefully sooooon if i can lock in and if i’m proud of the results. but i’m so nervous 🤧i miss my husband so much, so i had to write for him
