p: older-brother!youngk x younger-brother!reader g: fluff w: lighthearted banter, a cuss word wc: 200 a/n: sorry that i’ve only been posting blurbs;; longer fics are in the works! i promise ^^
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“i don’t wanna hang up yet...” you murmur over the screen. your brother’s trademark laugh echoes through the small speakers of your phone. “then don’t, dummy.” you chuckle a bit yourself, having missed your older brother’s annoying nature. “but i need to go to bed, asshole. you’re boring me to the point where i’m yawning.” you state, making sure to tack an over-exaggerated yawn on at the end for dramatic effect. “alright, alright, fine. hang up, then! see if i care.” he cries, leaning up from his hotel bed as he waves his hands in the air. a grin forms on your lips and you roll your eyes at his theatrics. you know that he’d probably scold you for this, so your chest swells with pride in the slightest bit, knowing that he can’t.
“you need to get some sleep, too, old man.” you say, which earns a scoff from the “old man” in question. “yeah, yeah little bro. whatever.” the two of you share a laugh, it feels nice, though neither of you would ever admit to it. there’s a moment of silence before your brother takes a small inhale, “goodnight, man. love you.” “goodnight, old man. love you too.”
Lights of scarlet and gold flashed and sparked above your heads, before flickering like dying flames, into nothingness.
You stared, mouth agape, with your hands desperately pressing your earmuffs against your ears to cut the loud bangs and crackles from ricocheting through your ears and into you skull.
Younghyun didn’t know which one to look at, the fireworks, or you, with your cold-blushed nose and glittering eyes.
Glancing at you, he whispered the words, “I love you.”
The words spilled from his lips before he could stop them.
In a panic, he feared your reaction, peering at you with the air caught in his throat.
But you didn’t hear him, the fizzling pops of the fireworks covering his mistake.
He sighed.
Whether it was out of relief or regret, he could not tell.
I got inspired out of nowhere and I made it a continuation of our own thread, so this one’s for you @noona-clock B!
Daehyun was practically bouncing out of his car seat as you drove the two of you to the music video set. He hadn’t seen his dad in a few weeks since Day6 had just come back from a tour and was already getting ready for another album.
It had been 6 years since you and Brian got married. Jae, your best friend, still liked to play the “you eloped without telling us” card, but after you and Brian did an episode of JaeSix for him he couldn’t stay mad at you two much longer.
Young K had almost gotten used to being called Brian since you almost never called him by his stage name, at least at home. The two of you had your own place still near the band. Jae, Wonpil, and Dowoon still lived together while Sungjin and his wife were like the two of you living nearby.
“My dae, you need to sit still. We’ll be there soon I promise.” you called into the backseat.
You knew that playing ‘Dance, Dance’ in the car was sure to rile him up, but he just loved it and you were a sucker for watching your little boy bop along to his dad and uncles’ songs.
Brian had told you where the set was because you’d said you’d wanted to deliver lunch for them. He just didn’t know you were going to do it in person. The set guards knew you and let you drive by easily.
When you pulled up outside, one of the managers saw you open the trunk of your car and offered to help take in the food while you got Daehyun.
“Now my dae, do you remember what I told you about visiting a set?” you said, holding a wriggling four-year-old as he tried to get down as you walked inside.
“No loud noises!” he screamed in your ear, causing you to jerk your head back but also laugh at your silly boy.
“Yes. And?”
“No running!”
“And?”
“…”
“Dae? If you can’t remember the rules then we can’t go see Appa.”
“…don’t touch the instruments without permission…”
“That’s my boy.”
You knew full well the first two wouldn’t be remembered once he saw his dad, but you were all too aware about how expensive the instruments were and had no intention of letting Dae anywhere near them.
“Take a break for lunch everyone! It just got here!”
You heard everyone laughing and joking around as you reached the set. Sungjin caught your eyes first, smirking at you and nudging Dowoon. Dowoon rubbed at the spot on his arm as he turned to see what Sungjin was looking at, breaking into a huge smile when he saw the two of you in the doorway.
Wonpil and Jae were fighting over food with their backs to you and Brian wasn’t paying attention either as he loaded up his plate.
“Hey Brian!” you yelled, smiling because you knew what his reaction on set would be.
“Ya! My name’s not….Y/N?! Daehyun!”
“Appa!” screamed Daehyun as you released your hold on him and let him tackle his father.
Brian scooped him up off the floor and immediately flung him over his shoulder while spinning around, causing Daehyun to laugh out loud.
Jae and Wonpil finally realized you were here, Wonpil bringing food over to you like the angel he was while Jae started yelling.
“You traitor! I asked you to come today and you said you were busy!”
“And how exactly does that make me a traitor?” you laughed out, walking over to all the boys.
“Because if you bring Daehyun to set I can’t spoil him and remind him who his favorite uncle is since he’ll be hogged by Brian the whole time.”
“My name’s not Brian!”
“Yeah yeah yeah.” you and Jae said in sync, not for the first time and certainly not the last.
“Good to see you two.” Sungjin said. “And thank you for the food. You didn’t have to.”
“Of course I did. I know how much you guys can eat and I wouldn’t want you to eat the staff out of house and home.”
You felt a hand circle your waist and someone kiss you on the cheek before a voice spoke.
“You are the best. Do I have a great wife or what?”
“You have a great wife,” you said, turning to give him a proper hug. “I missed you. Dae missed you too.”
“I missed you both so much too. Thank you for bringing him here.”
“Speaking of, where is he?” you said, pulling back and raising your eyebrows at him.
You heard a bang and a crash which caused you both to straighten up and look around.
“My dae? Where are you?” you yelled out, already dreading finding him in whatever he’d gotten into.
“Don’t worry, y/n,” Dowoon said from behind the drums, “his favorite uncle has got him.”
It was then you noticed Daehyun on Dowoon’s lap holding his drumsticks.
“Eomma! Appa! Look!” he said, starting to hit at the drums again.
“Hey!” Brian yelled back. “What happened to learning the guitar like me?”
Dowoon whispered something into Daehyun’s ear before he could answer.
Holding the drumsticks up in the air, he yelled out “I am drum!”//
hello!! ive been busy lately and ive missed reading your stuff! could i request 87 and 99 for the drabble challenge w brian please! thanks so much and have a good day! xx
YoungK + “Are you five” + “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
(Childhood Enemies!au)
Oh, how passionately you hated Brian Kang.
Brian, your next-door neighbor who had been trying to get people to call him YoungK since he was seven years old, but had yet to succeed three years later because everybody everywhere unanimously called him Brian. Even his so-called best friend, Sungjin, had long ceased using the nickname. But your hatred for Brian didn’t stem from his poor name-picking skills. It was a much older feud, one with a long, bloody history and that went back many years…
Well. Six years to be exact. Brian had moved into the house next door on the day you turned 4 years old, and while your mother had only invited him to come play with the other kids out of politeness, he’d ruined what was meant to be the best birthday party ever.
“Who ate all the cake before I could even blow my candles?”
Of course, the culprit had been caught too easily because Brian had pink Barbie-cake frosting all over his hands and mouth while he chattered happily with your older brother, Jae. You had a sneaking suspicion that Jae had been the one who told Brian it was okay to eat the cake but it had been his pudgy little hands and uncontrollable tongue that had ruined your special Barbie-themed birthday party.
And thus began what would be six years of hell.
Brian was generally a nice guy and most of the kids around the block liked him well enough. He let the other boys borrow his nice bike and sometimes helped some of the girls climb trees. But Brian held grudges for a long time and he never forgot how you humiliated him and made him cry for eating your cake at his birthday party. So he began his mission to make your life hell.
When you both started the first grade together, he somehow convinced the other kids in your class that you’d pooped your pants. None of them came near you and you spent most of that year without any friends but with the occasional taunts from Brian. Nothing particularly creative, mind you, just the standard you’re ugly, and you’re stupid and the worst one, are you five? That last one hurt the most but no matter what Brian stupid Kang said, you were not five, you were six and a half years old, so he could suck it.
When you reached the second grade, you realized that something had to change. You were not one to be let yourself be stepped all over, so you began to hold your own. On the first day of school, you told all of your new classmates that Brian had eaten your Barbie cake and that he secretly liked Barbies. While it didn’t cause his friends to abandon him completely, he still endured an entire year worth of teasing from his male friends. By the time you both reached third grade, it had become an all-out war and everybody knew about it.
Your mother had forced you to invite him to your birthday party again, so he’d made you a card with an enormous turd drawn on the front and with the words ‘Poopy-head’ written on it. You were unimpressed as he handed you the card with pleased sniggers,
“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” you asked sarcastically, tossing the card aside while you frowned at him. Your older brother Jae had already taught you all the bad words that you needed to know and Brian’s limited vocabulary was unimpressive. “Ugh, how do you not even know any actual bad words?”
Brian frowned. “I do too!”
“Oh, really? Then what’s the baddest word of all time? Huh? Tell me, tell me.”
Brian’s face turned red. “I bet you don’t know either!”
“I do know!” you announced triumphantly, lowering you voice and whispering. “It’s fuck.”
Brian gasped. “I’m telling your mother you said that!”
And hence Brian Kang also ruined your 8th birthday party, by getting you into trouble with your mother and banned from watching television for two weeks. (She might have been more lenient if she knew that you’d learned the word from Jae, and not from the television, but you weren’t a tattle-tale like poopy-headed Brian).
Throughout all the time that Brian had annoyed you and teased you (and you’d admittedly teased him back) you’d developed a passionate mutual hatred for the boy that took up an unusually large share of your time and energy. But it wasn’t until you both finally entered middle school that Brian finally crossed the line and made you actually cry.
It was Valentine’s Day on the first day of middle school, and you’d gotten exactly thirty-two Valentine’s Day cards. Your female friends had been overly generous that year, but you were one of the few girls who actually got Valentine’s cards from some of the boys because you’d joined the middle school basketball team that year and most of the boys in your class were just transitioning from the girls-have-cooties, to the girls-are-cute stage, so you had a little attention on you. Brian had joined the basketball team as well, at the insistence of his best friend Sungjin, and so he was present when most of the team members came up to you and handed you Valentine’s Day cards shyly.
It was on the bus ride home that the crime occurred.
“What’s so great about Valentine’s Day cards,” Brian asked snootily. He was sitting in the seat in front of you. You both sat near the front because as much as you hated each other, you were both too scared to sit near the older kids at the back of the bus. Brian was talking to Sungjin loudly, knowing you could hear him. “I think counting how many Valentine’s Day cards you got it stupid, most people just hand them around even to those they don’t like.”
You were annoyed. Who was he to burst your bubble. “How many did you get, Brian?” you demanded.
Brian glared at you. “I don’t know, I didn’t bother counting.”
“Yes, you did!” Sungjin piped up, turning back to give you a pleasant smile. “He told me that he got eight.”
“Shut up!” Brian hissed.
You beamed, understanding why Brian was being so annoying. He was just bitter that he hadn’t gotten a lot of Valentine’s Day cards. To be fair, you knew a couple of girls in your class that thought Brian was cute but none of them had the guts to actually go up to him and give him a card. All the same, the fact remained that you’d gotten a lot more than him and you couldn’t wait to rub it in. You reached into your backpack and pulled out the stack of cards you’d received that day, holding them in front of Brian’s face.
“I got 32,” you said proudly. “Want to see?”
“No,” Brian snapped.
You ignored him. “Look, let me show you who gave me a card. This one’s from Mina, this one’s from Hyojin, this one’s from Eunji-sunbae, this one’s from Jackson from basketball-”
Brian flinched. “Jackson gave you a card?”
“Yup! A lot of the guys from basketball did. Here- Jackson gave me one, so did Mark, so did Jaebum… oh! And this one’s from Sungjin!”
Brian turned his eyes sharply to his best friend. “You gave her a card? Why?”
Sungjin looked lost. “She’s our friend…?”
“No, she’s not! In fact, you know what I think of all your stupid little Valentine’s Day cards?” Brian demanded, snatching the whole stack out of your hands. Before you could speak, Brian had stuck his hands out of the bus window and dropped the entire bunch-all thirty-two cards- out of the window. You watched in absolute horror as all the cards given to you by your friends fluttered out of the window and flew into the air, some of them landing on the street, the sidewalk, and still others disappearing from sight.
You watched silently for a few moments, your hands covering your mouth in horror. Then you turned to Brian with a look of pure hatred, feeling your throat close up.
“I hate you,” you croaked out, leaning back in your seat and turning away from him so that he wouldn’t have the satisfaction of seeing you cry.
–
It was later that evening, while you were doing your homework, that your mother yelled for you to come out of your room. “Brian’s here to talk to you!” she called out. “Come downstairs!”
You went down to see Brian standing on your front porch, shifting uncomfortably between his feet. You glared at him, furious. You’d loved every single one of those Valentine’s Day cards and now you didn’t have any of them. Part of you wanted to punch him right in his pretty face but you held back, folding your arms across your chest and glaring at him.
“What?” you demanded.
Brian bit his lip and stared at the ground. “I’m sorry I threw your Valentine’s Daty cards out of the bus.”
You rolled your eyes. “Whatever, Brian. You’re a jerk and I hate you, so why don’t you-”
“I know I shouldn’t have done that. You got all those cards because people like you, and people like you because you’re a nice person, so…” he trailed off, handing you a small bunch of cards. “You can have all eight of my cards. And… the one on top is from me.”
Before you could respond, he had turned around and rushed back to his own house, his cheeks pink and refusing to look you in the eyes. You looked down at the stack of cards in your hand. The eight cards at the bottom were addressed to Brian but the one on top was addressed to you. You opened the small pink card with a picture of a cartoon boy and girl holding hands and saw the printed message inside.
You’re cute! it read, and Brian had scribbled his name at the bottom. It was simple, nothing particularly touching or over-the-top or romantic.
But it was the nicest thing Brian Kang had ever done for you, and you hated him a little bit less that day.
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A/N; Ahhhh, this one was so hard to write! I can’t even remotely imagine what Brian must have been like as a kid somehow, haha. @ijustwantacue, I kept thinking of your Three Little Kings stories while writing this, hahaha.
You put your earbuds in waiting at the cafe inside the airport for your boyfriend Younghyun to get back. You told him you would go to the cafe to meet up with him. His flight was only around two hours, flying from Japan back to Korea, you left thirty minutes before the time you expect him to be back at. You are so ready to be able to hear his stories from concerts in person. You jot down different notes and ideas for stories to write later while you listen to music. You sketch basic designs for the characters you are coming up with. One of Younghyun’s group’s songs comes on through your earbuds, you can’t help the smile that finds its on your lips when you hear his voice.
You look around to see if anyone else was in the cafe, but it seems to be empty besides from you. You go back to writing, you focus intensely on your notebook. When Younghyun walks into the cafe you seem completely oblivious to anyone’s presence, he smiles walking to the counter to order coffee for himself before he sits down. You open your phone to change the song when Younghyun walks back over to your table. He puts his guitar case against the table, pulling out the chair across from yours. You take your earbuds out smiling towards Younghyun.
“Did you miss me?” Younghyun asks with a laugh, you nod letting out a laugh yourself, “I bought you candy from Japan,” Younghyun says leaning over to reach into his bag, he takes out a plastic bag that had various bright colored candy boxes inside, “I picked ones I thought you would like,” he says with a shy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Thank you,” you coo, “I appreciate it,” you try to hide your smile, looking down, “how did the tour go, overall,” Younghyun sighs letting out a laugh.
“We can talk about the tour once we get home,” Younghyun says, hinting at the fact he is ready to go home, you nod closing your notebook.
“Let’s go, this chair’s getting uncomfortable,” you stretch slightly in the chair before standing up, Younghyun following after you.
