the studio lights were dimmed to a soft, hazy blue, the only real brightness coming from the glowing monitors and the scattered takeout containers on the console desk. sion had been in the booth for hours, his voice growing raspier and more focused with every take, but the second the engineer called it a wrap, the professional intensity vanished. he slumped back into the leather sofa next to you, the sheer weight of his exhaustion turning into something much more restless and vocal.
"noona" he groaned, the word dragging out into a heavy pout as he let his head fall onto your shoulder. he didn't care about the cold noodles or the half-finished soda. he just wanted your attention, and he wanted it now. "my throat hurts. I worked so hard today, didn't I? don't I get a reward for being good?"
you tried to nudge a container of food toward him, but he ignored it entirely, his large hands finding your waist and pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. he was in that specific, whiny mood that only came out when it was just the two of you.a mix of physical burnout and a desperate need to be pampered. he began nuzzling into the crook of your neck, his nose brushing against your skin in slow, irritatingly sweet circles.
"sion, eat your dinner" you murmured, though your hand was already moving instinctively to run through his hair.
"not hungry for that" he mumbled against your skin, his voice vibrating right against your pulse point. he tilted his head up, his eyes wide and dark, shimmering with that bratty, needy edge he only reserved for you. "I want you to look at me. stop looking at the screen. I’m right here."
he didn't wait for your permission before he started peppering your jawline with soft, lingering kisses. they were light at first, almost teasing, but as he sensed you softening, they became more insistent. he moved to your lips, his kisses tasting like the mint he’d been chewing and the heat of the booth. it was a needy, messy kind of affection—the way he draped himself over your lap, making himself feel heavy so you couldn't possibly get up or think about anything else.
his hands started to wander, sliding up under the hem of your sweater to find the warm skin of your back, his touch light and seeking. he was humming low in his throat, a sound of pure contentment that turned into a whine the second you tried to pull back to take a breath.
"more" he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours as he gripped your hips a little tighter, pulling you flush against him. "don't stop. stay like this. I just want to stay right here with my noona until I can't feel my legs anymore. you're the only one who takes care of me right, anyway."
he looked so vulnerable and yet so demanding, his eyes locked on yours as he waited for you to give in completely. he knew exactly how to play the "exhausted artist" card, leaning into your touch with a soft sigh, making sure you knew that no matter how much success he had out there, in this room, he was entirely yours to deal with
you sighed but the sound was caught in a small, helpless smile. you rolled your eyes at his dramatic weight against you, though your fingers were already tangled deep in the soft strands of his hair. "sion, seriously" you murmured, your voice softening as he nuzzled deeper. "just kisses. you have practice in twenty minutes and you know the manager is already looking for you. we'll see each other at home tonight, okay?"
he let out a frustrated, needy huff against your skin, but he didn't argue. instead, he took it as a green light to make every second count. he pulled back just enough to find your lips, and the kiss was immediate—sloppy, messy, and desperate, the kind that tasted like he was trying to memorize the feeling of you to get through the next few hours.
you didn't stay passive for long. your hands moved from his hair to cup his face, your thumbs tracing the line of his jaw as you pulled him in even deeper. the studio felt smaller, the air growing thick and hot between you. sion's breath hitched, a broken sound escaping him as you tilted your head, your tongue ghosting against his. he was all hands and heat, his grip on your waist tightening until his knuckles were white.
you shifted your focus to his neck, trailing wet, lingering kisses along the sensitive cord of his throat. his head fell back against the sofa, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out a soft, airy moan that vibrated through the quiet room. you gave his hair a gentle, firm tug—just enough to make him gasp—and he practically melted into your lap.
"noona" he breathed out, his voice a jagged wreck. he sounded so small, so entirely undone by your touch. he buried his face in your shoulder, taking a sharp, shaky breath as he tried to steady himself. "it's not fair. how am i supposed to go dance for four hours when i just want to stay here and let you ruin me?"
he pulled back one last time, his lips swollen and red, his eyes dark with a longing that made your heart skip. he gave you one final, deep kiss—longer and slower than the rest—before resting his forehead against yours, his chest heaving as he tried to find the strength to actually stand up and leave
(sion x gn!reader) wc 1.2k [request rules] [masterlist]
★ 🖋 okayy i saw him on bbl saying smth like 'i'm too lazy to remove my makeup' and i just absolutely ran with it lmao that's all
tonight, you thought you'd finally be able to stay up until sion got home.
lately, his schedules seemed to drag on further and further into the night. you were always asleep or near slumber when he came home and never got the chance to properly greet him at the door like you wanted. now, as you laid on the couch with a plushie in your arms, your eyes felt tired, but you couldn't pull them away from the flashing tv screen and allow yourself to sleep. not until sion got back home, at least. it was the only thing keeping you up.
your eyelids fluttered closed against your will, and for a second, the idea of throwing in the towel and heading to your bedroom for the night sounded like a plan.
that was until you heard the muffled, metallic jingle of keys outside the door. you slowly opened your eyes, blinking the drowsiness away.
you pushed the stuffed animal to the side and sat up on your elbows, looking expectantly at the door as sion emerged from the other side. his attention shifted from the bright tv to look over at you with a subtle look of shock.
"hey, baby," he said before locking the door behind him. "you're still up?"
you gave him a slow nod and sat up fully. "i know, I can't believe it either."
you reluctantly stood up from the couch and walked to sion who already had his arms open for you. his arms wrapped around you, his clothes still warm from the outside weather. you breathed in his scent, glad to have him home and in your arms.
"welcome home." the words less enthusiastic than you wanted them to, your tone weighed down by fatigue. you placed a chaste kiss on his lips and huffed out a laugh "i'm so sleepy."
he took your hands in his as you pulled away. "i know, i'm sorry i have to come back so late." he apologized.
you shook your head dismissively. "it's okay. it's out of your control, anyway."
you gave his hands a gentle, hopefully reassuring squeeze, and with a gentle tug, led him down the hallway to your bedroom. sion set his things by the door and continued to let you drag him further into the room. you turned on the bedside lamp, drowning the once pitch black room with golden light.
"go get ready for bed, and don't leave me waiting." you jokingly warned him with a finger pointing his way.
"yes, ma'am," he laughed. "i won't be long." you hummed in response and walked over to the bed to lay down, your head towards the edge of the bed. he took off his jacket and hung it around the bed post, leaving him in just a white tank top. he flipped the light on in the bathroom and rested his hands on the countertop with a sigh, narrowing his eyes at his reflection.
"ugh, i forgot," he groaned. "i really don't feel like taking this makeup off." you watched as he begrudgingly pulled some makeup remover out of the cabinet.
"then let me do it."
he stopped what he was doing and turned towards you. "huh?"
you sat up from where you were laying, reiterating your words with a shy smile. "i can take your makeup off."
he just looked at you a moment before a smile returned to his face. "really?"
"yeah." you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and walked over to the bathroom, joining him in the small space. before he could back out, you grabbed the makeup remover and cotton pads from his hands. you took his hand in yours once again and led him to the edge of the bed, signaling for him to sit down.
"oh! one second." you paused and walked back to the bathroom with rushed steps. he giggled as you came back with a fluffy elastic headband with a big bow adorning it in the middle. you stretched the headband around his head and pushed it back past his hairline, successfully pushing his hair out of the way. you stepped back for a second and covered your mouth in a poor attempt to muffle your laugh.
sion furrowed his eyebrows, looking at you with feigned suspicion. "what? do i look silly?"
you shook your head with a smile. "no, it's.. cute." you stood in between his knees and grabbed the makeup remover. you soaked the cotton pad with the makeup remover. your other hand went under his chin, gently tilting his face upwards to look at you.
"close your eyes," you quietly instructed. he closed his eyes without a word and let you get to work, sliding the wet cotton pad over his eyes in gentle strokes. his hands wandered to your hips, sliding down to the middle of your thighs with a gentle hold, swiping his thumbs over the fabric of your pajama pants.
"so handsome," you murmured in praise, relishing the content smile that slowly spread across his face. section by section, you removed his makeup, starting with his forehead, his cheeks, then his chin, leaving kisses in each place when you were done. with each kiss, you felt him relax more and more underneath you.
"all done." as you're gathering the used cotton pads to discard them, sion speaks up again.
"aren't you forgetting a spot?" his cheeks were flushed a similar color to his lips that he's pointing at.
"you didn't have any makeup on your lips." you responded cluelessly before it clicked in your mind.
"oh, i see," you laughed. you bent down and pressed your lips against his in a soft, languid kiss, making sure to savor every second of it. the kiss was like a sigh of relief. you could feel yourself decompress with each glide of his lips against yours, each gentle squeeze of your hips. you slowly pulled away at the familiar flutter of butterflies in your stomach when he nibbled at your bottom lip.
his eyes searched yours frantically before letting out an embarrassed huff of a laugh. "i'm sorry."
"you're okay," you said, your voice almost a whisper. you straightened back up, your hand still resting on the side of his face. both of you knew he had to go to bed soon and rest as much as he could before facing another hectic day, but neither of you had moved yet. you slid the headband off his head and combed your fingers through his messy dark hair, pushing it away from his face.
"thank you." he breathed out.
"of course." sion pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you and his cheek nuzzling into your shirt. he eventually let you go, taking away his warmth with it. you let him get up with one last kiss and snuggled under the sheets, waiting patiently for him to join you.
soon, the lamp turned off with a click and you feel a dip in the mattress, arms around your waist, a 'goodnight' mumbled into your back. your soft breaths mingled and slowed down as you both drifted to sleep.
essence ➜ spending the afternoon baking with nct wish sounded like the sweetest date idea… here’s what baking with each member would really be like. 🍓🧁
genre ➜ fluff, humor, established relationship, headcanons
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Sion
For Sion… he genuinely has a sugar problem.
He begged you to bake with him. Like actually would not leave you alone until you finally said yes. The second the ingredients came out he started “sampling” everything.
A spoonful of cookie dough? Gone.
Chocolate chips? Gone.
Sprinkles? Gone.
You had to keep scolding him to stop eating everything because there wasn’t going to be anything left to bake.
Then halfway through decorating you realized half the tube of frosting was missing.
“…Sion.”
“Hm?”
“Where did the frosting go?”
He just looked at you with the straightest face.
“You didn’t make enough.”
Needless to say he got kicked out of the kitchen and sentenced to timeout while you finished the cupcakes by yourself.
Riku
When Riku called asking if you’d bake with him, you had to tell him no because you were drowning in work.
He accepted it…
For about thirty seconds.
The next thing you knew your phone started ringing again.
FaceTime — Riku.
The second you answered he immediately started doing the most dramatic aegyo you’ve ever witnessed.
“Pweaaaseee?”
“I miss you.”
“I’ll cry.”
“Pleaseeeee?”
You let out the deepest sigh imaginable before finally agreeing.
The problem wasn’t getting him into the kitchen.
The problem was getting him to actually help.
The entire time he just stood there laughing.
You’d crack an egg.
He’d laugh.
You’d spill flour.
He’d laugh harder.
You’d ask him to hand you the vanilla.
He’d somehow laugh even more.
“…Riku.”
“What?”
“WHAT IS SO FUNNY?”
“I don’t know!”
By the end of it he had contributed absolutely nothing except emotional support and uncontrollable giggling.
He got kicked out of the kitchen too.
Jaehee
Jaehee is such a cutie pie.
When he asked if you’d help him bake something, you immediately said yes.
The plan?
Bake cupcakes for Riku’s birthday.
He carefully measured every ingredient, let you lick the spoon after mixing the batter, and made sure every cupcake liner was perfectly straight.
The two of you spent the afternoon laughing while decorating each cupcake differently.
Little smiley faces.
Tiny flowers.
Cute hearts.
By the time you were done the kitchen was a mess, but the cupcakes looked adorable.
Riku ended up loving every single one.
Yushi
When you asked Yushi if he wanted to bake with you, he agreed…
But only on one condition.
“You make whatever dessert I want.”
“Deal.”
Big mistake.
He’s so judgmental.
He watches every move you make like he’s judging a baking competition.
“You mixed that too much.”
“You should’ve sifted the flour.”
“That oven temperature is questionable.”
“You call that symmetrical?”
“…Are you helping or criticizing me?”
“I’m helping.”
“No, you’re judging.”
“Same thing.”
His standards are unnecessarily high.
Ryo
Ryo is way too cute.
He asks questions about literally everything.
“Why do we use baking powder?”
“Why can’t we open the oven?”
“Why does butter have to be room temperature?”
“What happens if we add more chocolate chips?”
You answer every single question until somehow the conversation turns into watching random videos together.
One episode becomes two.
Two becomes three.
Then…
“…Do you smell something?”
You both slowly turned toward the kitchen.
The dessert was completely burnt.
Neither of you wanted to admit whose fault it was.
Sakuya
Sakuya didn’t want cookies.
Or cupcakes.
Or brownies.
He wanted bread.
The problem?
After realizing you made really good bread, he unofficially hired you as his personal baker.
Every other day your phone would light up.
“Can you make bread?”
“Sakuya…”
“Please?”
“…Fine.”
But he somehow became even pickier.
“The crust should be crispier.”
“I wanted it fluffier.”
“This one needs more butter.”
You stared at him.
“So… you’re telling me I have to make another loaf?”
The school festival was already in its last hours, and the sky had turned a dark blue sprinkled with the first stars. After spending the whole afternoon running from one side to the other helping in the organizing committee, you finally had a free moment. You were walking through the central courtyard, enjoying the cool breeze, when a familiar voice called you from the dessert stand.
“Hey!”
It was Sion. He was behind the bar of the cotton candy machine, wearing an apron that was a little tight on his shoulders and with a wooden rod in his hand, trying to decipher the operation of the device. When he sat you, his face lit up with that calm and reliable smile that always managed to calm anyone.
“Thank goodness you show up" he said, sighing with relief “They left me in charge of this for the last thirty minutes and I think the cotton candy has intentions to take over the post. Look at this”
You approached and held back a laugh. The machine was extruding pink threads everywhere, and Sion had a small pink cloud stuck on her cheek and a little in her hair.
“Let's see, let me help you, "expert"” you said, taking another wooden rod. With quick and circular movements, you caught the loose threads to form a perfect sphere.
“Wow... you make it seem very easy" he admitted, looking at you with genuine admiration as he wiped his cheek with the back of his hand “You're definitely better at this than I am. Let's take a break, it's almost time to close the post anyway”
Sion turned off the machine and prepared two huge cotton candy. They left the crowded area and began to walk towards the back gardens of the school, where the gardening club had installed a maze of low-intensity LED lights for couples and friends who wanted a quieter atmosphere.
They walked side by side in a comfortable silence, sharing the candy that melted in the mouth. The yellow and warm lights of the ground illuminated the path, creating soft shadows around it.
“It's been a long day, hasn't it?” Sion asked, breaking the silence while looking at you sideways “I saw you running through the corridors all afternoon. I wanted to give you this so you can relax a little”
“Thank you, Sion. I really needed it” you replied, smiling “Although seeing you covered in sugar was already the best part of the day”
He let out a soft laugh, the kind that came from the chest "Hey, I did my best. Also, it was worth it if I managed to make you laugh after such a stressful day”
They arrived at the center of the small labyrinth, where there was a wooden bench under a large tree decorated with small light bulbs that simulated fireflies. They sat there, contemplating the reflection of the lights on the floor.
Sion turned a little towards you, resting his arm on the back of the bench. His eyes, dark and bright under the lighting of the festival, crossed with yours with a seriousness that made you hold your breath for a moment.
“The festival ends today, but... I hope we continue to spend time like this after class" he said in a low voice, with a sincere and determined tone “Not only to save myself from candy machines, but because I really enjoy being with you”
You stared at him, feeling how the heat rose up your cheeks, much sweeter than the cotton candy they had just eaten. You nodded, unable to erase the smile from your face.
“I would love to, Sion”
He smiled back, visibly relieved, and extended his hand to carefully remove a small thread of pink sugar that had been trapped in your hair, leaving his fingers near your face for an extra second before returning to his place. The festival was coming to an end, but for the two of you, something new was beginning.
sion had known you were drunk the second you tried to introduce yourself to him again. “hi,” you had said, blinking up at him with a smile that took up your entire face. “i’m yn.”
“i know.”
“you’re really pretty.”
“thank you.”
“do i know you?”
“unfortunately.”
that had been twenty minutes ago. now the bar was behind you, the city lit up by streetlights and passing headlights, and you had completely given up on walking. which was how sion ended up carrying you the rest of the way to your dorm. he was fully carrying you, one arm hooked under your knees and the other supporting your back as if you weighed absolutely nothing. you had spent the first five minutes giggling every time he adjusted his grip.
“stop laughing.”
“i’m not laughing.” you immediately started laughing harder. sion sighed. “this is going to be the longest walk home ever.”
“you love me.”
“you’re so drunk.”
“you still love me.”
he physically rolled his eyes, which only made you laugh harder. your head tipped back dramatically, hair dangling toward the pavement as you stared upside down at the world. “everything looks weird.”
“that’s because you’re upside down.”
“no, i think the street is upside down.”
“yeah.”
you squinted at him. “you’re making fun of me.”
“maybe.”
you tried to cross your arms, which was difficult considering you were currently being carried like a princess. sion barely reacted. every once in a while he’d shift you slightly higher against his chest without even breaking stride. the movement always made your stomach flip. “you’re strong. thank god for the gym" you stared at him after that.
then kept staring ... and kept staring. after a few seconds, sion immediately knew where this was headed. “what?” your smile somehow got bigger. “you’re really handsome.” he groaned. “here we go.”
“no, seriously.”
“yn.”
“like really handsome.”
“thank you.”
“do you have a girlfriend?” sion stared down at you for a moment before letting out a disbelieving laugh. one arm tightened beneath your knees as he adjusted you higher against his chest. “yn,” he said slowly, like he couldn’t believe this conversation was happening, “you are my girlfriend.”
you stared at him for a few seconds then your eyes suddenly widened. “no way.” sion immediately groaned and adjusted his hold on you. “yes way.” “seriously?” you asked, staring up at him. “yes, seriously.” your jaw dropped. “i’m your girlfriend?”
"you've been my girlfriend for 3 years" a shocked laugh burst out of you and you slapped a hand over your mouth. “that’s crazy. you picked me?” “i did," his tone was flat but you could see the faint smile creeping onto his face. your smile softened as you stared up at him. “you take good care of me.”
for the first time all night sion went quiet. the teasing disappeared from your voice and it was replaced by simple honesty. he glanced down and found you already starting to fade. your head was tucked against his shoulder now and your eyes drifting closed more and more with every passing second. every sentence seemed harder for you to hold onto than the last.
“someone has to,” he muttered. you hummed happily and snuggled closer against him. “good.” he felt your grip on his shirt loosen as sleep finally started winning. your breathing slowed and your body grew heavier in his arms as you relaxed completely against him. before he could say anything else, you were asleep. sion looked down at you for a moment before adjusting you slightly higher in his arms. your head immediately settled beneath his chin. he couldn’t help shaking his head to himself.
Pairing -> Farmer!Oh Sion x Cow!Female Reader (yes, u read that correctly). Mentions of Moothew.
Genre -> Slice of life.WC 1.9k.
Warning -> Implications of death, brief mention of blood.
Author’s Note -> Had a thought the other day.
Oh Sion was there from the second you came out of this world all slimy and wet from the womb - bleating for warmth from the unknown. "Welcome to the world Little Moo Moo," he pressed his hands on your slimy body to check for clear airway. You trembled under his brief touch and he wrapped his arms around your small body and carried you closer to dip you in some sort of mysterious liquid. It was a different type of wet sensation but Sion brought you such great comfort. He took you out from the mysterious liquid and brought you to your mother where she licked your fur up and you nuzzled under her embrace. "Drink up Little Moo Moo, you must grow up big and strong." There was a warm endearing smile on his face as you suckled on your mother's udder.
Like clockwork, Sion would come in when the morning sun had risen and greeted you with his bright smile, "Morning Little Moo Moo, morning Mommy Moo Moo." You suckled and nuzzled under your mother's touch. It was a haven to be cooped up in the pen with just your mother and your face always lit up when Sion visited. Once you grew stronger and no longer stumbled and struggled to stand on your four feet, Sion herded you and your mother to a pen where all the other cows and calves gathered: some calves were playing with each other, some minded their own business, and others sneered at you. You took a step back, wailed and cuddled up to Sion. "Woah Little Moo Moo, what's happening?" Your little head butted the side of his body and you wailed again. Your mother licked you from your head, to your spine, all the way down to your anus as a way to comfort you but you still cried. All you wanted was to go back to the little coop where only you, you mother, and Sion existed.
Sion bent down to your eye level, "are you scared Little Moo Moo?" He asked in a comforting voice. You let out a sound that Sion could only interpret it as a yes. He soothed the flat surface of your nose and chuckled, "the first time is always the hardest, but don't worry, your mommy is here and I'll always be here." Your cries died down as Sion continued to comfort you. "You're going to have so much fun here that you're going to forget about me." The familiar tease in his tone brought you a wave of warmth.
Sion was right - first time was always the hardest. When Sion left the large barn, you stuck to your mother all the time that she had to nudge you and encourage you play with all the calves. "No," you cried out and suckled her udders when you were in distressed. You were so shy and hesitant that other calves felt hesitant to approach you, until one calf moved in next door to you.
"Hi! I'm Moothew! Wanna play?" The hyperactive and cherry bright eyed calf next door asked you. Despite all your shyness, bit by bit, Moothew brought you out of your shell and played with you every single day - he even introduced you to other friends!
"What do we have here?" Sion observed all the calves frolicking around the grass field with each other. He watched as you head butted the other calves in a friendly competition of Who Had the Strongest Head? and you victoriously won with all that liquid juice you've been drinking from your mother. "Look at you Little Moo Moo, I knew you would love it here." He beamed at you.
That was how days passed by for you. You suckled milk from your mother in the morning, grazed on fresh grass or dried hay depending on the weather, and played with all your other friends. In between all that, Sion would frequently check up on you and whispered his sweet words to you.
Once you no longer suckled milk from your mother's udders and grew as tall and strong as her, your body produced its own milk for the very first time - it was a rite of passage. "You're making your own milk now Little Moo Moo," Sion pointed out the first time it happened, "probably should stop calling you Little now, huh?" Sion noticed how your stature was now strong and mighty.
"No," you whined out to Sion but all he heard was a moo. You liked how your name rolled off his tongue - it was like a warm hug from him. He chuckled but you knew he understood you, he always did.
Now that you produced milk, you would see Sion even before the sun had risen. "Morning Little Moo Moo," he always whispered in the vast space of the barn. He connected a tube device to your udders and it milked your liquids. After the machine milked all your liquids, you grazed on your food and rested with Moothew and the other cows. It was crazy how you all used to be so small and now you were feeding Sion and the other people on the farm. "Can you believe how small we were?!" You asked Moothew.
"Right! Now I'm bigger than you!" Moothew was even stronger and bigger than you were! He head butted you in a gentle way to prove his point but you were slightly, physically hurt.
"Ouch!" You cried and Sion ran to check up on you.
"What happened?!" He examined the injury but was relief that it was nothing much. "You're getting so strong Moothew." He commented, "that could've been worse." His tone carried a hint of worried that went unnoticed by you and Moothew.
The next morning, once Sion and the machine were done milking you, you grazed on grass like usual but noticed Moothew and a few other bulls you grew up with were no longer around. However, the cows were still around. "Where's Moothew and the others?" You asked your mother who was no longer as strong and mighty as before.
"You'll see him sometime soon, dear." She chewed slowly on the grass. "This happens all the time - the bulls and the cows live separately." Your heart ached and dropped at your mother's statement. A life without Moothew?
"I saw Sion taking Moothew to the other barn." One of your cow friends piped up. The other barn was far away across from yours but you couldn't cross it because of the wired fence in between. You've seen the way it injured the others who attempted to cross the field. All you could do was moo loudly and hope that your voice carried all the way to Moothew.
That very night, you heard a faint and familiar moo from the barn across yours.
Even though Moothew was no longer part of your daily life, Sion, your mother, and others were still always around so life was good. Sion milked you and the others like usual. "Today's a special day Little Moo Moo," he flashed a smile at you, "are you excited to see Moothew?"
Your ears perked up at the mention of his name and you mooed affectionately, which brought out a hearty laugh from Sion. Sometime during the day later, Sion herded you and the cows to where the bulls were and you frolicked with Moothew like you used to - maybe even a bit more than that.
"How are you doing today Little Moo Moo?" Sion asked as he checked your body conditions for today. You let out a meek moo but he understood you, he always did. After that day with Moothew, you noticed how you moved slowly and it grew more challenging to perform your daily tasks. Until your mother and Sion made it known to you that you were pregnant with your own little calf. It was yours and Moothew's. Sion kept you with the other cows but once you felt the tension in your belly threatened to rip from underneath you, Sion separated you to a different barn - the same barn where you first met Sion.
All night long, you screamed out of agony while Sion and other people comforted you with their words until you popped out your little calf. You instinctively licked her up but not before Sion checked for her airway and dipped her in that mysterious liquid.
It was like Deja Vu, you spent the next couple of days and nights cuddled up with your calf while Sion gave you special care and attention. Once you and your calf were strong and better, Sion herded you both back to the barn where all the other cows laid. You couldn't wait to introduce your mother to your calf and for all the fun little bonding time together. But once Sion locked you and your calf in your designated area, you noticed there was another cow and calf next door to you instead of your mother.
"Where's my mother?" You asked the cow next door.
"Sion took her somewhere else." The cow across from you piped up. "Haven't seen her since."
"Oh," was all you muttered. Maybe Sion was just taking care of her like he did with you? You thought positively.
"Cute little calf," the cow next door complimented. "They could be friends." She gestured to her own offspring that somehow resembled a bit like Moothew.
No matter how many days and nights passed, you never saw your mother again. Although you were saddened by it, your daily routine kept you busy: milking in the morning, eating, playing with your calf, milking, eating, until night time had fallen and Sion whispered his sweet words to you again.
Once your calf grew stronger and bigger, Sion herded you to Moothew and did that process all over again.
"You're the best cow I've ever had." Sion would comment on one occasion when he saw how much milk you were still producing and you beamed at him with pride.
The days passed by in blurred lines. Your calf was no longer a calf but a cow and she stood proud and mighty all on her own. You watched from a far at how Sion beamed at her and others whenever he milked them. It had been awhile since your body had any liquid to milk left, so Sion stopped connecting the tubes to your udders. Even though your limbs were frail and you no longer produced milk, Sion never treated you any differently. "How are we today, Little Moo Moo?" He squatted down to your eye level where your eyes barely fluttered open.
Another meek moo was all you mustered. Sion tenderly touched your flat nose before he let out a sighed. "It's time."
The air felt different today; Sion had led you to the small barn where you used to give birth. Except this time, you had no baby inside you so it puzzled you as to why you were in the barn - the barn that brought you easiness, warmth, and comfort. However, Sion was acting a bit different today: a frown on his face, his eyebrows were pinched together, and his hold on you was tighter. Sion and the other farmers tied up your legs together with a rope so you couldn't move.
"What's happening?!" You cried but all the others ignored your little moos of despair.
"Thank you for everything, Little Moo Moo." Sion whispered in his sweet voice to you one last time. You noticed a shiny knife in his hand and before you could even respond, blood oozed out of your throat and your vision faded to black. Betrayed by the very one whom you trusted and cared for you.
It’s not on me if u guys decide to become vegetarian/vegan.
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