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| thinking about husband!Hongjoong and uncle!Seonghwa being overprotective
The house was quiet - or at least as quiet as it ever got on a Friday night with Seonghwa over. In the living room, Yechan was glued to the PlayStation, occasionally grumbling a few frustrated words under his breath, while Gawon's door remained firmly shut down the hall.
"I can't believe Gawon is already going on her first date," Hongjoong sighed, refilling your wine glass.
"I can't believe it either." Seonghwa leaned against the kitchen counter, his eyes fixed on Yechan. "She was just born yesterday. Now she's all grown up."
You giggled, looking between your husband and his best friend. They looked utterly torn, maybe even a little mournful at the thought of your oldest going out with a boy her age. The wine was sweet, fuzzing up your insides just enough to keep you from spiralling into the same mindset.
Suddenly, a door slammed open in the hallway. "Mom! Come help me, please!" Gawon called out.
"Duty calls." You set your glass down and fixed both men with a warning glare. "If the guy gets here before I'm back out, do not scare him."
Hongjoong and Seonghwa threw their hands up in unison.
"As if we would do anything," Hongjoong grumbled, though a mischievous smile was already tugging at his lips. You scoffed, turning on your heel before they could protest further.
The moment the bedroom door clicked shut behind you, Seonghwa turned to Hongjoong, raising an eyebrow. "We're scaring the absolute shit out of him, right?"
"What kind of father do you take me for?" Hongjoong grinned back, flashing a fist bump that belonged to a pair of seventeen-year-olds.
"Please never let me see you two do that ever again," Yechan grumbled from the couch, his face twisted in pure secondhand embarrassment.
Hongjoong shot his son a dry look. "Are you really in a position to judge, considering you haven't touched your homework yet?"
Yechan's eyes widened, his hands freezing on the controller. "You wouldn't tell Mom."
"I won't - as long as you keep your mouth shut about what we're doing," Hongjoong countered smoothly. He walked over, ruffling the boy's hair despite his protests. "Deal, champ?"
"Deal," Yechan muttered, slumping back into his cushions.
Hongjoong smirked, giving Seonghwa a sharp nod toward the front door. "Come on. We have an arrival to intercept."
Two minutes later, the front porch of the quiet suburban house had been transformed into an interrogation checkpoint. Hongjoong and Seonghwa sat side-by-side in plastic lawn chairs, legs crossed, shoulders squared, staring dead ahead into the driveway. Seonghwa had even gone so far as to put on a pair of dark sunglasses, entirely ignoring the fact that the sun had set twenty minutes ago.
Inside, pressed flat against the living room window, Yechan watched them with a look of profound exhaustion.
"Do you think the glasses are too much?" Seonghwa asked out of the corner of his mouth, his posture rigid.
"The glasses are perfect," Hongjoong whispered back, adjusting his grip on his wine glass like a man holding a weapon. "It adds mystery. Silence, headlight beams at two o'clock."
A low-budget sedan pulled up to the curb.
The driver's side door creaked open, and a lanky teenage boy stepped out onto the asphalt. He looked nervous already, but as his eyes adjusted to the porch light and landed on Hongjoong and Seonghwa, his shoulders visibly locked up. Clutched tightly in his hand was a small, slightly crumpled bouquet.
He walked up the driveway like a man marching toward a firing squad.
"Good evening, sir," the boy squeaked, stopping at the bottom of the porch steps.
Hongjoong didn't move an inch. He slowly lowered his wine glass, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at the flowers. "Are those roses, son?"
"Uh, yes, sir. Red ones."
Hongjoong let out a low, deeply disappointed sigh. "You bought my daughter roses when her favourite flowers are lilies? Bold strategy."
Before the boy could even attempt to stammer out an apology, Seonghwa leaned forward, his sunglasses slipping slightly down his nose. He raised his hand, caught the boy's eye, and dragged his thumb slowly across his throat in a universal you're dead motion.
"We're watching your every step, kid," Seonghwa growled, crossing his arms over his chest. "With scrawny arms like those, how do you expect to protect our daughter?"
Hongjoong froze. He slowly turned his head to look at his best friend, his eyebrows knitting together. Our daughter? It took exactly one second for the realisation to click in Hongjoong's brain, but before he could even open his mouth to correct him, the front door clicked open.
Gawon practically floated out of the house, dressed up and beaming. "Hi!" she gasped, totally oblivious to the thick tension on the porch. She stepped right past her dad and uncle, pressing a sweet kiss to the boy's cheek and taking the crumpled bouquet. "Oh my god, roses! They're beautiful, thank you!"
The boyfriend's eyes were still wide with terror as he looked at her, his voice a mere whisper. "You never told me you had two dads."
Right on cue, you stepped out onto the porch, folding your arms. "She doesn't," You said, voice dripping with dry exhaustion. "She just has one dad and one really passionate, over-involved uncle."
You shot a piercing, utterly disappointed glare at the two men on the lawn chairs. But kept your composure for the kids, offering the boy a tight, polite smile. "Have fun tonight, you two. Have her back by ten."
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am," The boy choked out, practically pulling Gawon down the driveway to the safety of his car.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa stayed frozen in their lawn chairs, plastering on fake, innocent smiles and waving until the taillights of the sedan disappeared down the street. The second the car turned the corner, the smiles vanished.
Smack. Smack.
"Ow!" Hongjoong yelped, rubbing the back of his head as you stepped between their chairs.
"What the fuck did I say?" You hissed, glaring down at them with your arms crossed.
Seonghwa winced, massaging his own neck, though he still tried to look defensive. "Technically, we didn't say anything bad to him! And for the record, I was just trying to be a supportive co-parent."
"You terrified the poor kid!" You pointed an accusing finger at your husband. "And you swore to me you wouldn't do anything!"
"Why are you only going off on us?!" Hongjoong shot back defensively, scrambling out of his lawn chair and pointing wildly toward the living room window. "Yechan is inside playing the PlayStation right now, and he hasn't even touched his homework!"
The front door cracked open immediately, and Yechan's horrified face popped out. "Hey?!"
You slowly turned your glare from Hongjoong toward the door. "Yechan. Inside. Now."
"Dad, you are a literal traitor!" Yechan yelled, as he bolted back to the living room.
| thinking about bf!Yunho and bf!Mingi picking you up
Friday was always short - and catastrophic. Whoever decided it was fine to let everyone finish at the same time in your year was an animal.
Your classmates walk next to you, talking your ear off about something that happened in class you didn't really pay attention to because-
"Oh my god." One of your friends said, her voice hitting a ridiculous pitch. She froze dead in her tracks. A few people bumped into her, grumbling and tossing not-so-nice words her way, but she was too dazed to register them.
You chuckle as you search for what she is looking at, "What?"
Her hand grabs onto your forearm, pulling you and your other friend out of the sea of university students. "You see those guys?" She murmurs into the space between the three of you. Subtly pointing to the parking lot.
"Which ones?"
"Oh my god, two guys are leaning on the hood of a... Mercedes?" she shrieked, even louder this time.
It took you a moment to track her line of sight, but then you saw them: Yunho and Mingi. They were talking to each other, eyes skimming the passing students - probably looking for you.
Fuck, they looked so good. Both were in jeans and white shirts, laughing and grinning in a way that made everyone stop and stare for a second. A hot blush crept up your cheeks. The way the other girls were staring at them - at your boyfriends... It still felt foreign to think it. Those two idiots were both yours, just as much as you were theirs.
"Oh, that's my boyfriend and best friend," you said, trying with mixed success to keep your voice level. You hated the bitter taste that came with calling Mingi just a friend.
Both of your friends' heads snapped toward you in perfect, horrified sync.
"WHAT?" They practically screamed.
"I mean, yeah," You chuckled falsely, trying to resume your pace off campus.
"Wait, so which is which?"
"The taller one on the right - Yunho - is my boyfriend. And the other one - Mingi - is my best friend."
"Is the best friend single?" One of them asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
Your stomach violently churned. "Nope. He has a girlfriend."
"Aw, shucks," They both pouted. "Can you text me if they break up?"
Your blood was boiling at this point. You had to close your eyes for a brief second to contain the massive eyeroll and force up the energy to smile. It hurt - bad - not being able to claim Mingi in public, especially with your friends acting like hyenas the second they saw someone good-looking.
"Pretty sure they won't," You said, desperate to escape the conversation as you quickened your steps toward the car. "He just bought a ring. Okay, I'm gonna go. Bye, guys, see you on Monday!"
"Bye, see you!"
By the time you looked back at the guys, they already had their eyes locked on you. Their conversation halted entirely as you approached. You immediately threw yourself into Yunho's arms, praying that burying your face in his chest would smother the jealousy burning up your gut.
"Whoa. Hi, baby," Yunho greeted, his arms instantly wrapping around you as he pressed a kiss into your hair.
"Hi. Can we go?"
He pulled back slightly, looking down into your face. "Bad day?"
"Something like that."
"Alright," Yunho mumbled, twirling the car keys around his finger.
You turned your eyes to Mingi. You were desperate to hug him, to show him affection, to kiss him - anything at this point would do. But that wasn't the agreement. So, you settled for a low, strained, "Hi," before slipping into the backseat.
Silence swallowed the car for the first few minutes. It wasn't that you didn't want to talk; you just couldn't. Your brain was entirely occupied, replaying the exchange with the girls on a loop. How many ways could that have gone if you could just tell them the truth?
"So, were those the friends you're always talking about?" Yunhoโs eyes found yours in the rearview mirror, holding your gaze.
A snort escaped you before you could stop it. "Yeah."
Mingi turned around in his passenger seat, shifting to face you fully. His eyes softened. "What happened, princess?"
You let out a heavy sigh, dropping your head back against the headrest. "Your 'girlfriend' has a lot of explaining to do, Song Mingi."
Mingi blinked, a slow, amused grin already tugging at the corner of his lips. "My what now?"
"Your girlfriend," you groaned, covering your face with your hands. "The girls saw you two leaning on the car looking like... like that, and they immediately started salivating - like they immediately asked if you were single, and I panicked, okay? I told them you had a girlfriend."
From the driver's seat, Yunho let out a sudden, loud bark of laughter. "You gave him a fake girlfriend?"
"It gets worse!" You peeked through your fingers, your cheeks burning. "They asked if they could text me the moment you broke up, so I told them you just bought an engagement ring. I literally engaged you to a ghost, Mingi."
At that, both of them lost it. The car filled with the rich, booming sound of Mingiโs laugh as he threw his head back. Yunho was practically vibrating behind the steering wheel, shaking his head.
"Wait, wait," Mingi gasped, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye as he turned further around in his seat to look at you. "Let me get this straight. The girl who spent three weeks lecturing us about discretion, who made us swear on our family not to tell a soul because 'society isn't ready for us' - you almost blew our cover because you got jealous?"
"I wasn't jealous!" You lied loudly, though the heat in your face betrayed you. "They were circling you like hyenas! I had to protect my property. Both of you."
Yunho caught your eye in the rearview mirror again, his laughter softening into a warm, incredibly fond smile. "We love it when you're protective, baby. But a ring? Damn, Mingi, you move fast."
"Hey, if the princess says I'm engaged, I guess I'm engaged," Mingi teased, his hand reaching into the backseat to gently squeeze your knee.
You slapped your hand onto his, drawing small circles on it. "Shut up. I was under pressure."
"No, no, hold on," Yunho chimed in, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel, a massive, mischievous dimple popping up in his cheek. "Mingiโs got a point. But a ring? Is there something you're trying to tell us, love? Are you dropping hints?"
Your jaw dropped. "I am not dropping hints! I was trying to stop two college students from feral-hunting my boyfriends!"
"I don't know, Yunho," Mingi mused, his eyes dancing with pure mischief. "Sounds to me like she's already planning the wedding. I mean, she didn't just say I had a girlfriend. She skipped right past dating, right past a long-term relationship."
"Exactly," Yunho agreed, though he was grinning so hard his eyes were practically closed. "But now Iโm kind of offended. Why does Mingi get to buy the ring? Whereโs my fictional engagement, baby? Am I just the side piece now?"
"You guys are the worst," You groaned, pulling your hand off Mingi's just so you could hide your bright red face in your palms again. "I hate you both. Literally pull the car over, I'm walking home."
Mingi laughed, reaching back out to gently pry your hands away from your face, refusing to let you hide. "Aw, don't be like that, princess. If you wanted a ring, all you had to do was ask."
"Stop!" you shrieked, laughing despite yourself as the last lingering drops of your bad mood completely evaporated.
| thinking about bf!Yunho and bf!Mingi picking you up
Friday was always short - and catastrophic. Whoever decided it was fine to let everyone finish at the same time in your year was an animal.
Your classmates walk next to you, talking your ear off about something that happened in class you didn't really pay attention to because-
"Oh my god." One of your friends said, her voice hitting a ridiculous pitch. She froze dead in her tracks. A few people bumped into her, grumbling and tossing not-so-nice words her way, but she was too dazed to register them.
You chuckle as you search for what she is looking at, "What?"
Her hand grabs onto your forearm, pulling you and your other friend out of the sea of university students. "You see those guys?" She murmurs into the space between the three of you. Subtly pointing to the parking lot.
"Which ones?"
"Oh my god, two guys are leaning on the hood of a... Mercedes?" she shrieked, even louder this time.
It took you a moment to track her line of sight, but then you saw them: Yunho and Mingi. They were talking to each other, eyes skimming the passing students - probably looking for you.
Fuck, they looked so good. Both were in jeans and white shirts, laughing and grinning in a way that made everyone stop and stare for a second. A hot blush crept up your cheeks. The way the other girls were staring at them - at your boyfriends... It still felt foreign to think it. Those two idiots were both yours, just as much as you were theirs.
"Oh, that's my boyfriend and best friend," you said, trying with mixed success to keep your voice level. You hated the bitter taste that came with calling Mingi just a friend.
Both of your friends' heads snapped toward you in perfect, horrified sync.
"WHAT?" They practically screamed.
"I mean, yeah," You chuckled falsely, trying to resume your pace off campus.
"Wait, so which is which?"
"The taller one on the right - Yunho - is my boyfriend. And the other one - Mingi - is my best friend."
"Is the best friend single?" One of them asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
Your stomach violently churned. "Nope. He has a girlfriend."
"Aw, shucks," They both pouted. "Can you text me if they break up?"
Your blood was boiling at this point. You had to close your eyes for a brief second to contain the massive eyeroll and force up the energy to smile. It hurt - bad - not being able to claim Mingi in public, especially with your friends acting like hyenas the second they saw someone good-looking.
"Pretty sure they won't," You said, desperate to escape the conversation as you quickened your steps toward the car. "He just bought a ring. Okay, I'm gonna go. Bye, guys, see you on Monday!"
"Bye, see you!"
By the time you looked back at the guys, they already had their eyes locked on you. Their conversation halted entirely as you approached. You immediately threw yourself into Yunho's arms, praying that burying your face in his chest would smother the jealousy burning up your gut.
"Whoa. Hi, baby," Yunho greeted, his arms instantly wrapping around you as he pressed a kiss into your hair.
"Hi. Can we go?"
He pulled back slightly, looking down into your face. "Bad day?"
"Something like that."
"Alright," Yunho mumbled, twirling the car keys around his finger.
You turned your eyes to Mingi. You were desperate to hug him, to show him affection, to kiss him - anything at this point would do. But that wasn't the agreement. So, you settled for a low, strained, "Hi," before slipping into the backseat.
Silence swallowed the car for the first few minutes. It wasn't that you didn't want to talk; you just couldn't. Your brain was entirely occupied, replaying the exchange with the girls on a loop. How many ways could that have gone if you could just tell them the truth?
"So, were those the friends you're always talking about?" Yunhoโs eyes found yours in the rearview mirror, holding your gaze.
A snort escaped you before you could stop it. "Yeah."
Mingi turned around in his passenger seat, shifting to face you fully. His eyes softened. "What happened, princess?"
You let out a heavy sigh, dropping your head back against the headrest. "Your 'girlfriend' has a lot of explaining to do, Song Mingi."
Mingi blinked, a slow, amused grin already tugging at the corner of his lips. "My what now?"
"Your girlfriend," you groaned, covering your face with your hands. "The girls saw you two leaning on the car looking like... like that, and they immediately started salivating - like they immediately asked if you were single, and I panicked, okay? I told them you had a girlfriend."
From the driver's seat, Yunho let out a sudden, loud bark of laughter. "You gave him a fake girlfriend?"
"It gets worse!" You peeked through your fingers, your cheeks burning. "They asked if they could text me the moment you broke up, so I told them you just bought an engagement ring. I literally engaged you to a ghost, Mingi."
At that, both of them lost it. The car filled with the rich, booming sound of Mingiโs laugh as he threw his head back. Yunho was practically vibrating behind the steering wheel, shaking his head.
"Wait, wait," Mingi gasped, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye as he turned further around in his seat to look at you. "Let me get this straight. The girl who spent three weeks lecturing us about discretion, who made us swear on our family not to tell a soul because 'society isn't ready for us' - you almost blew our cover because you got jealous?"
"I wasn't jealous!" You lied loudly, though the heat in your face betrayed you. "They were circling you like hyenas! I had to protect my property. Both of you."
Yunho caught your eye in the rearview mirror again, his laughter softening into a warm, incredibly fond smile. "We love it when you're protective, baby. But a ring? Damn, Mingi, you move fast."
"Hey, if the princess says I'm engaged, I guess I'm engaged," Mingi teased, his hand reaching into the backseat to gently squeeze your knee.
You slapped your hand onto his, drawing small circles on it. "Shut up. I was under pressure."
"No, no, hold on," Yunho chimed in, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel, a massive, mischievous dimple popping up in his cheek. "Mingiโs got a point. But a ring? Is there something you're trying to tell us, love? Are you dropping hints?"
Your jaw dropped. "I am not dropping hints! I was trying to stop two college students from feral-hunting my boyfriends!"
"I don't know, Yunho," Mingi mused, his eyes dancing with pure mischief. "Sounds to me like she's already planning the wedding. I mean, she didn't just say I had a girlfriend. She skipped right past dating, right past a long-term relationship."
"Exactly," Yunho agreed, though he was grinning so hard his eyes were practically closed. "But now Iโm kind of offended. Why does Mingi get to buy the ring? Whereโs my fictional engagement, baby? Am I just the side piece now?"
"You guys are the worst," You groaned, pulling your hand off Mingi's just so you could hide your bright red face in your palms again. "I hate you both. Literally pull the car over, I'm walking home."
Mingi laughed, reaching back out to gently pry your hands away from your face, refusing to let you hide. "Aw, don't be like that, princess. If you wanted a ring, all you had to do was ask."
"Stop!" you shrieked, laughing despite yourself as the last lingering drops of your bad mood completely evaporated.
| thinking about sleepless nights with bf!Hongjoong
Neither you nor Hongjoong had ever been good sleepers, and it only got worse after you moved in together.
At first, it was staying up until 2 am because sleep didn't find its way to either of you before it. But it slowly worsened over time.
Then it became 4 a.m. "I swear, love, I'm just gonna finish this, then we'll sleep," he'd murmur into your hair, pressing a kiss to your head. Even after that, you lie in bed, embraced in each other's arms, watching movies, tiktoks, or anything - still encased in the warmth of bed.
Movies soon became entire series you watched without a blink of sleep. Your current favourite was some cooking show, but that soon became your downfall.
Tonight, you are watching comfortably until both of your stomachs begin to grumble. You think it will pass, but half an episode later, he is dragging you out of bed to make something.
Something quick, he said. Something to ease the hunger, then you could finally sleep, he said.
But here you are at 5 am stirring some soup that name you have already forgotten, with his arms around you and his head in the crook of your neck, mumbling "Mmm, smells good," or "How long 'til it's done?" every few minutes.
You weren't sleepy, not even drowsy at this point. Just warm and loved.
"When is it done?"
"I swear to God, Hongjoong, I'm gonna strangle you."
He whined and gave you that pouty, cute look he always does when you use that specific tone on him. You put the lid on the pot, turned around and leaned on the counter with your arms crossed. "Don't be so impatient, baby."
His arms held the counter at your sides, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'm just hungry," He whined again, keeping half an eye on the rattling, slowly boiling pot. "You know, I love you." He murmured into your hair, one hand moving to hold the back of your head to his lips.
"Mmhm," You hummed into his shirt, soaking in that familiar, calming scent of his cologne, "Love you too."
| thinking about sleepless nights with bf!Hongjoong
Neither you nor Hongjoong had ever been good sleepers, and it only got worse after you moved in together.
At first, it was staying up until 2 am because sleep didn't find its way to either of you before it. But it slowly worsened over time.
Then it became 4 a.m. "I swear, love, I'm just gonna finish this, then we'll sleep," he'd murmur into your hair, pressing a kiss to your head. Even after that, you lie in bed, embraced in each other's arms, watching movies, tiktoks, or anything - still encased in the warmth of bed.
Movies soon became entire series you watched without a blink of sleep. Your current favourite was some cooking show, but that soon became your downfall.
Tonight, you are watching comfortably until both of your stomachs begin to grumble. You think it will pass, but half an episode later, he is dragging you out of bed to make something.
Something quick, he said. Something to ease the hunger, then you could finally sleep, he said.
But here you are at 5 am stirring some soup that name you have already forgotten, with his arms around you and his head in the crook of your neck, mumbling "Mmm, smells good," or "How long 'til it's done?" every few minutes.
You weren't sleepy, not even drowsy at this point. Just warm and loved.
"When is it done?"
"I swear to God, Hongjoong, I'm gonna strangle you."
He whined and gave you that pouty, cute look he always does when you use that specific tone on him. You put the lid on the pot, turned around and leaned on the counter with your arms crossed. "Don't be so impatient, baby."
His arms held the counter at your sides, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'm just hungry," He whined again, keeping half an eye on the rattling, slowly boiling pot. "You know, I love you." He murmured into your hair, one hand moving to hold the back of your head to his lips.
"Mmhm," You hummed into his shirt, soaking in that familiar, calming scent of his cologne, "Love you too."
pairing๏นขateez x fem!reader
genre๏นขsmau + sfw. fluff, slightly suggestive, established relationship.
synopsis๏นขyou decide to prank your boyfriend, but the important thing is that you won't be single, at least for now!
