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I just read your Fem!SKZ one-shot and 🫠🫠 please please pllleaaaseeee tell me you maybe, possibly, hypothetically, in the future, have plans to write about a spicy scene between y/n and Christine’s about that sexy thigh song? 👀 even if you don’t, pls lie to me so I can be delusional! ILY thank you for doing what you’re doing sweetness!
Drink water and take your meds ❤️❤️
Hi there, love!! 🩷🩷
I have good news for you: I do have plans. Somewhere, somehow in the future they'll come true. I love you too, have a wonderful day!!😚
The government in Indonesia is becoming extremely power hungry, dangerously so. They're taking money from those in need. They're killing protesters. They're taking control of the media and censoring it for their own gain. My partner, who's from Indonesia, has told me to spread awareness to everyone in the west that I can, so I'm sharing it here.
I don't have any other social media besides Tumblr so if you could please spread this as much as you can for me, I'll be forever thankful.
I don’t typically do this ‘cause I try to keep my blog a fun happy place but my country is currently going through A LOT to say the least.
I’m reblogging this cause it has good articles that you can read and so I have a stepping stone to tell you guys what I know.
This is gonna be a long one so hope you can spare the time to really read this!
I seriously don’t feel safe leaving my house at all, and am in constant fear for my friends whenever they have to leave theirs.
Things have been bad before but with the new people representatives being this greedy, power hungry, idiotic, tone deaf and more, its truly been terrible. Don’t get me started on the president.
I am safe don’t worry! However many from my country are not. We’ve already lost the lives of peaceful protestors and one who was just trying to do his job as a food delivery driver (his name was Affan, he was only 21 years old trying to earn a living for him and his family when the police hit him then proceeded to run him over, he wasn’t even protesting).
It’s been leaked that the police have been given permission to shoot at protesters. So far still with rubber bullets but when this was order was given, people in the room (other cops) actually started cheering and clapping. So the situation is getting significantly worse.
Our local media has been silenced, people aren’t allowed to record or livestream the protests, the government say its so people don’t take advantage of the donations from the livestream but we know the truth. It’s so their wrong doings don’t get recorded anymore.
So all I ask is that if you see this or anything else about this situation to spread the word! Make it international news to put pressure on the Indonesian Government.
There are more things you could do actually, like donating to organizations providing food, water and medical supplies to the medical teams and other volunteers. As well as actually buying food for many of the delivery drivers here. However I know many people around the world rn do not have the resources to do that, so please don’t feel pressured to! However if you think you can donate then let me know and I’ll help provide you with the organizations and tutorials on how to help the drivers!
There’s more that I can say really (from idiotic politician statements, to the fires and such), but this is basically the gist of whats been going on.
I really hope y’all will help me spread this message! Thank you 🥺🙏
Love you guys! Always stay safe wherever you are! And try to have a lovely day/night! 🩷
-ˏ` ✎﹏ It seemed like a good idea. Dinner together. But the tension is suffocating. And so the chances it'll end like this.
➴ genre: karma champions au, angst, ambiguous/open ending, estabilished relationship, inspired by the karma album trailer
: ̗̀➛ warnings: rivalry, a lot of tension, unhealthy coping mechanisms are mentioned
⌨ :: 1.1K words ♡ ︵ . .
⁀➷ hii! i'm back! again! let me serve you a plate of karma au :3
➳ mlist
If two soccer teams were locked in a single locker room before the World Cup, the atmosphere would be as stifling and tense as it is now at the dinner table. You hardly dare move, because it's everywhere— in the clinking of silver chopsticks, in the flickering candlelight, in the mingling, suffocating scent of perfume. It doesn't help that the table is long and gothic, and Chan and Minho can stare defiantly at each other from opposite ends of it, as if they were already in the bowels of a sports arena, surrounded by cameras, a cheering crowd, and a pretty prize looming in the distance.
Not that the others are any better. They just show their bitterness without looking at each other.
Nine champions came home tonight— nine enemies.
Nine strangers.
You remember the interview. Again. It reaches you defenseless.
Cameras. Microphone. Leather sofa. Sweaty palms. The golden trophy on your lap. The interviewer called you by your name. “You won the 2073 Karma Sports Award with outstanding results. What are your plans for the future?”
You smiled at the camera when you answered, “I'm preparing so that we can talk like this after the Championship. My prize will be bigger then.”
Oh, if you had known that instead of prizes, you’d be collecting the following years’ champions— you wouldn't have been so confident. Or maybe you’d have? Until 2080, you never thought that the Karma Championship might come between you. Because you were able to separate your sports and your private life. That was the case until a month ago, when the 2072 winner, Kate Star, suffered a serious accident. She can't compete in the decennial tournament, where the nine previous winners battle, breaking records and earning even more glory. Meaning, there’ll be only the eight of you.
It seemed like a good idea. Dinner together. You thought that if you were together again in a much more comfortable environment than the advertising shoot locations or the press conferences, maybe something from the time when Jisung's feet weren't nervously tapping under the table just because you had to sit together would come back. When Felix didn't shut himself off by staring at his phone during dinner. When you talked, laughed, made plans together. When Chan and Changbin competed to see who could come up with the most terrible jokes.
Now there’s no nostalgia in you. Only melancholy, cocooned in tension. You grab your glass and pour every drop of its contents down your throat. Surprisingly, Jeongin stops giving Hyunjin and Seungmin accusatory sideways glances and refills your glass.
"Thank you," you whisper.
Jeongin nods. He chews his next bite with agonizing slowness. Whenever he feels uncomfortable, he does this. Before interviews, before competitions, before meeting with his manager, and after meeting with his sponsors. He hasn't eaten like this with you since your first date, when Jisung drank too much and flirted shamelessly with him. The sight grips your heart and urges you to do something, anything to dispel the surging, intense tension.
Changbin mentioned couples therapy one week. Hyunjin snorted in disbelief. Even Felix looked up from his phone. “We don't have time for that. We have to get ready.”
“So what are you up to now, hyung?” Jeongin asked mockingly. “Twitter World Cup?”
Chan said he wasn't participating. The odds aren't even without Kate, he argued. Minho furrowed his brow. “Don't be so pathetic. If you're afraid of losing, just admit it.”
In response, Chan laughed dryly, then locked himself in the gym.
Seungmin sneaks into your rooms. Secretly. One night, he confessed that he feels like a traitor when he doesn't discuss their strategy with Minho. Neither of their attitudes helps, but the fact that there were ideas for making your situation better, is comforting.
Everything can be normal again. Maybe. When the Championship madness is over— when you've fought each other and no one has suffered permanent psychological damage that would make it impossible to remain part of your relationship. No matter how much the punching bags groan under Changbin's fists, no matter how much the wheels squeal when Hyunjin's foot is on the pedal, and no matter how much Jeongin's racket sizzles in his hand, their pride is fragile precisely because of what gave them momentum— the Karma Sports Event. And as you can say this about all of them, you feel it within yourself as well.
What if you took your plate and smashed it against your ‘pride shelf’? What if all the awards fell and broke into pieces? Would they come to their senses? Would anything change? Or would you break up right then and there? Never mind. It's a foolish idea anyway. You can imagine it, but you can't do it. Those trophies mean too much to all of you, both individually and as a relationship. Without Karma Sports, you wouldn't have met in the boxes reserved for previous winners, and you wouldn't have gone to joint interviews where you arranged secret dates at the farthest coffee machine. The golden trophies are like genie lamps, they hide something magical and enchanting. Happy memories.
I'm out. You roll the word around in your mouth like a bite of food, probing its edges with your tongue and letting it slide against your teeth. You respect Chant for being able to say it so simply. You wouldn't be able to do that. To throw away all the training, the trust your fans and colleagues have placed in you.
You believed so strongly that you could have both: them and success. You still believe it, even as your stomach knots uncomfortably because Minho and Chan are still staring at each other, and Jisung pushes his plate away, having eaten only half of his meal.
Which is stronger? The love you feel for each other, or your ambition? Are you lovers, or living trophies?
Changbin sighs. It almost echoes. He sighs a lot these days. When he smiles, it's slight, and he doesn't laugh. Your situation would be much better if Changbin laughed. The candlelight would seem brighter. Jisung's leg would relax, Minho's stern features would soften, Felix would put down his phone, and Hyunjin wouldn't pick at his food aimlessly.
But why would he laugh?
Seungmin gets up from his chair to lean over the table and take the salt. On the way, he gives you a pleading look. As if, apart from coming up with this dinner, you had any other useful ideas. Incidentally, you are increasingly doubtful that this was a useful idea in the first place— rather, it was a breath of Pandora's box that solidified the tension and only drove you further apart. You try to shut it out, spending the rest of dinner trying to come up with a plan. It’ll be a private competition against time— Relationship Championship.
That Seungmin hasn't given up on guilt-ridden hugs and cautious kisses means he hasn't given up on this relationship. Like you.
Perhaps not everything is lost.
Or maybe this tension is nothing more than smoke signaling the extinguishing of the fire of love.
why does it feel like an intro of something longer?? i need to consult with my subconcious.
anyway, thanks for being here. and don't forget that your reblogs and comment are appreciated! see you soon, mwah *3*
-ˏ` ✎﹏ where one of your boyfriends ate your cookie and you need to find out who was the thief, so you kiss everyone.
➴ genre: fluff, poly, slice of life, non-idol au
: ̗̀➛ warnings: mxm interactions (ofc), one punch, a lil' bit suggestive if you squint, a few pet names, a lots of kissing (꜆ ˃ ³ ˂)꜆
⌨ :: 2.8k words ♡ ︵ . .
⁀➷ special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this fic into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.
➳ mlist | next case
You've been keeping your cookie in store for a while now. You're searching for the glorious ocassion to eat it, and finally the time has come: your university assigment is all done, checked and sent, and you're ready to celebrate your success with having the tasty chocolate chip cookie.
The box is surpisingly light. You rip off the plastic cover, and your heart skips a beat. Your cookie isn't there, just a few little, orphan crumbs. You stare at them in disbelief, as if they would be able to point at the offender with their fingers. Half an hour ago you took a dreamy look at the cookie, because you were reassured by the knowledge that you can have it soon.
But one of your boyfriends was faster than you. Someone meanly ate your small treasure, your favourite sweet, which you guarded like how a mother would her tiny, innocent baby.
You throw the empty box on the kitchen counter, and you decide, you'll find and unveil the perpetrator. The crime happened less than thirty minutes, you just need to find the lips that taste like cookie, and then... There will be consequences, for sure. No one can eat your cookie without punishment. With that definite thought, you furrow your brows, nod and already on your way to investigate.
Minho wanted to take a look, if there's enough canned fish for the cats. That's why he goes to the kitchen. Where an unexpected you grabs him firmly and kisses him angrily and intensely. His tongue cannot resist, it's a miracle that your nor his hip doesn't hit the kitchen counter or one another. He grabs you by the hips and when he could truly have a taste of you, and take the lead, you pull away to take a breath.
You breathe onto each other's mouth after the kiss ends. Minho gives the now less furious you a questioning look. Usually, you're not the passionate one and you feel a little embarrassed in his arms, so you quickly get out from his lightsome hug.
"I'll explain later," you mumble the promise.
So, Minho can check the cat food with the memory of your lips on his mouth and heart, and you your other partners.
Your next target, who you find is Felix, sweet Felix, who wouldn't touch your cookie, 'cause he wouldn't want to hurt you this way. But it's possible that he accidentally ate it, and he didn't know the cookie was yours, so you definitely need to kiss him. It's a must.
You sit down on the sofa next to him in the living room. He's playing video games. You're still blunt from the kiss in the kitchen, so you shyly and gently pull his shirt to get his attention. Felix pauses his game, turning to you with interest on what you would want. But before he could ask you, you lean into him, crashing his lips with yours in a slow, sensual way. He tastes sweet, but not from the cookie, rather the raspberry flavored gummy bears laying next to his thigh. You're happy that you have no reason to be angry at him, and in addition you can kiss his perfect lips.
You leave his warm lips with a smile. You feel more calm and self-conscious.
"You can continue playing. That's all I wanted."
Even if you want to leave, the boy with the glittery, loving look and with galaxies shining on his face won't let you.
After a few more kisses and a giggly freckle pampering session later, with lips a little numb, but oh so loved, you go to the studio, 'cause Chan is surely there. You're ready for the next kisses to find the cookie flavor on someone's lips.
As with Felix, you wouldn't assume that Chan ate your cookie with malicious intent. Although when he's doing hard work and he gets hungry, Chan doesn't pay too much attention to what he's eating at the moment. He could eat it without knowing it was your cookie.
Before you open the door, you knock properly, and after his tired voice invites you in, you step into the room. Chan turns to you in his chair. He flashes a gentle smile, but his dull eyes show you that he is exhausted.
"You need a break."
"Yeah, yeah." Chan sighs while drumming on his thighs, sinking into his chair.
"If you continue like this, you will fall asleep on the keyboard." You step closer, running your fingers through his soft hair, massaging his scalp which he accepts with a relieved groan. Suddenly Chan pulls you into his lap and you cling to his shoulder with a surprised squeal.
"No, if I use you as a pillow."
Chan's smile widens and grows into a lovely grin as he cuddle you like a joyful yet sleepy koala, hiding his handsome face in the crook of your neck, imitating snoring sounds. You giggle at his playfulness, fishing his face out.
For a few silent moments you just watch him in deep awe. Chan caresses your back in slow circles and you give in and kiss him. He didn't eat any cookies, but he drinked one or two mango flavored energy drinks.
"Was this my goodnight kiss?"
"Not necessarily. You can get more, if you go to sleep in the bed."
"Im gonna save, then go. I promise." He press a light kiss on your nose and smiles widely. "Okay?"
"Uh-uh. You have ten minutes. If you're not with Seungmin by then, no more kisses for you."
After you threaten him, you leave his comfy, warm body and the room to search for your next boyfriend and potential cookie thief. Typical workout music emanates from one of the rooms: you enter there.
Changbin is on the rug, doing sit-ups in a loose athletic shirt. The TV shows the actual task and the remaining time. The music rumbles from the speakers. The boy is sweaty, his biceps streching perfectly. You're just in luck: he has a half minute long break right now. He just lays there like a starfish, panting heavily until you sit down on his stomach, pulling him up to your lips by grabbing the front of his cloth. His sigh is muted by your roaming mouth. It doesn't bother Changbin, he really enjoys how you randomly yet lovingly kiss him, how close you are. You don't mind that your chest is pressed againt his and your shirt getting a bit sweaty from the thight contact.
Changbin is very sexy, such a biscutie and a talented kisser, but he didn't eat any cookies recently, instead he had fruit flavored ice cream. The coldness is gone, but the taste is still fresh-like on his tongue.
"What's up?" He asks in a raspy voice which sends shivers down your spine. He strokes your sides lazily as the timer won't run out soon, as he can offer himself to you as long as you need him. You wanted to keep your mission as a secret, however you didn't know that Changbin would look at you like that, interested in whatever you want to say.
"Somebody ate my cookie, therefore I taste everyone. Lucky for you, you aren't the one." Your hand strokes his chest, touching every muscle beneath the sweated cloth, slightly lingering a bit on his abs.
Changbin smirks.
"Jisung was really suspicious when I went out on break."
"Thanks for the hint!" You kiss his puffy face, then get up.
The last time you were with Jisung, he was clinging to you, and he was demanding not just hugs, but attention. You were trying hard to calm him down. You reassured that when you finish your task, you will give all your hugs to him. Is it possible that Jisung ate your cookie out of revenge? Hopefully not.
But where could Jisung be? He was probably seeking hugs from somebody else. There's no better place for this than the big bedroom, where Seungmin sleeps. You approach the room on your tiptoes, quietly opening the door into the semi-darkness.
On the bed, under the big blanket hill, you can hear peaceful snoring. Smiling, you get closer, climbing on the bed. Paying attention not to kneel on anybody, and when you sucessfully make your way behind your closer boyfriend, you nest yourself to his back. You immediately recognize Seungmin from his scent, his messy hair and the soft way he snores. You lean over his shoulder to place a light kiss on his cheek. He couldn't eat your cookie unless he's a sleepwalker, which is completely out of the question.
However, the boy who sleeps next to Seungmin, maybe. Jisung maybe. You need to find out, that's why you're here. You can't cuddle up with the lovely duo and just rest, you need to know whose fault it is that you can't enjoy your celebration cookie.
You approach from the other side of the bed. Jisung's head is fully in Seungmin's chest. He got as close to him as possible.
"Hanie... Jisungie... Baby..."
You kiss his shoulder, fondling his back, softly calling his name.
"Huh?" Jisung turns your way, his tone is dripping from deep sleep. You kiss his lips. The kiss is slow, dripping with honey like his dreams. Sweet, but not from the cookie, more like the hazelnut chocolate that Changbin probably saw him eat earlier.
"Y/n..."
"Just sleep, baby." You rub your nose on his neck, when his head slumps back on the pillow.
As you climb backwards on the bed, wondering where you should search for your remaining two boyfriends, an unexpected loud noise comes from the bathroom followed by muffled swearing. Something hit the ground with a loud thud.
You become scared that something bad happened, for example the hair dryer fell on the unlucky Jeongin's or Hyunjin's feet, but that's not the case. You can see that when you open the door hurriedly. It was just the comb on the ground and Hyunjin's feet look fine - as fine as feet can be. He bends down for the fallen thing.
"Is everything alright?"
You ask in a whisper, the door clicks behind you. You let go of the doorknob, and grab the towel. You want to help dry his locks, they don't look ready for combing yet.
"Yeah."
Hyunjin is a strong-minded guy, besides his overwhelming charm helps him reach what he desires. For example, you on the top of the washing machine rubbing his hair, while he is between your thighs.
Or even the last cookie...
Hyunjin hums from the pleasant feeling as you try to dry his hair. He puts his hands on your waist, drawing you a bit closer. Then he sees your shirt.
"You're wet? Did I make you wet?"
"No. Changbin did. I mean, this is his sweat."
"What did you do?" Hyunjin mouth turns upwards into a smile, his left eyebrow frows in a teasing manner. Devilishly angelic.
"Nothing bad." You feel the heat beneath your cheeks as you poke his nose and stop the hair drying.
"Nothing bad, huh?"
Hyunjin's eyes gets smug and excitedly dark. His gaze is on your lips, touching you with his look first only, then dulcetly devouring your lips by savouring them.
Hyunjin's kisses are magical. He also magically diverts your attention from your cookie-finding quest. He didn't eat your cookie, you don't taste it, however you can't make yourself move from his embrace. He's a born talent: with his kisses, he easily distracts you from his nimble fingers working their way beneath your shirt, then with proficient and successful movements he takes it off you.
When you lean back to protest, Hyunjin lifts the material over your head, then throws it into the laundry, so he can hug your bare waist smirking pleasantly. The air feels heavier in your lungs as his fingers draw circles and unrecognizable shapes on your side.
"Hyunjin..."
Your sigh bursts into laughter as he tickles your sides and your naked belly.
"Stop, stop! Hey! Hyunjin!"
When your vehement protest bears it's fruit, Hyunjin cheekily yet lovingly smiles at you.
The door opens, both of you look at the arriving Chan. He isn't surprised, just looks at the two of you with a dreamy smile. Hyunjin and you are one of his favourite people, and seeing you together always makes his heart beat faster, while he smiles like a teenager experiencing his first love.
"I came for my promised goodnight kiss."
"Can I have your hoodie in exchange?" You want his black hoodie so bad. Though the air was hot a minute ago, it's still cold for your uncovered skin. "You won't need it anyway. The boys warmed up the bed so much, it feels like it's burning. You won't be cold."
Chan doesn't nod, just pulls his hoodie off his head. While he does it just for you, you can catch a piece of his brawny stomach, 'cause his shirt slides up a bit too. The view is satisfying indeed.
You happily pull on the relic which smells like Chan and feels like his hug around your whole torso. You still smile when you give him your goodnight kiss. Chan hums gratefully, caresses your cheek, then he gets a kiss from Hyunjin too, gently grabbing his not dried locks.
The conclusion hits you like a train: there is only one boy left who could eat your cookie.
Jeongin. The sassy, naughty Innie.
"Do you know where Innie is?"
You get down from the washing machine with the intention to track down the thief. No longer his identity, but his location.
"He went to the market."
Hyunjin finally uses the hairbrush.
"He should enjoy it while he can."
Your eyes become dark and threatening.
"What happened?"
"He ate my cookie. The last cookie."
Chan hisses. "Woe to him. Come, hug out your anger from me and Sungie, while he isn't here. Maybe it will help."
"Okay."
Chan gets behind Jisung, and sensing the big, comfortable body's heat, the boy turns around and clings onto the older with a content whine. You settle down on Chan's other side, cuddling up to him, listening to his heartbeat. As his heart calms down, he began to snore quietly as he sinks into sleep. You smoothly pat Jisung's hand, trying to focus on that and not imagine how you'll chase Jeongin with your slippers when he comes back.
Your cookie is holy and invulnerable.
You can't stay idle for long, you get up, tuck your boyfriends, then you leave the bedroom and you don't stop until you're in the living room where the freshly showered Changbin, Felix and the cats are. They're chilling on the sofa, watching one of the many Bruce Willis movies.
You sit down next to Changbin. The frustration is too much, you huff and your head land in his shoulder, the tip of your nose softly touching his neck. Maybe the stress wouldn't follow you there. Changbin's hand softly strokes your thigh as his other hand lays on the top of Felix's knee.
"Have you found Jisung?"
"Yes. But it wasn't him. It was Jeongin. He isn't home yet."
"What are you whispering about?" Felix curiously leans closer, rubbing the purring cat's head.
"I found out that Jeongin ate my cookie."
"What will you do to him when he arrives?"
"I'll kill him. I just don't know how yet."
Changbin tries to hide his smile. You are really cute when you curdle like that, 'cuz it's clear that you won't fulfill those threats.
As if somebody told him to come in, the thief arrives. You, your two boyfriends and the cats can hear the front door's opening, the key clinks, the coat swishes, the shoes tap on the floor, and there is one more person in the house.
"YANG JEONGIN!"
You're very fast, getting to him by seconds. Your mouth is a strict line, and in your eyes, the betrayal and the wrath swirls when you punch his chest, offended.
"You ate my cookie!"
"Ouch!" That's his reaction. He doesn't protect his body from you, you can easily use him as a pounching bag if you want to. But even if you're grumpy, you get interested in the thing he is holding behind his back. It's rattling. In turn, as hard you try to see, as committed he is to hide it from you.
"Please, don't kill me. I didn't know that cookie was yours, 'm sorry that I ate it. But I brought a whole pack just for you. Can you forgive me?"
Jeongin shows you the box of cookies, while he looks at you with the most precious puppy eyes and makes a little pout which melts your heart instantly. That's the guilty Innie's speciality.
You accept your gift, then you softly sigh. You're reconciled, you don't resent anymore. You can be easily reassured. You even press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, so he knows that you forgave him. Jeongin smirks widely, his eyes turn into mischievous half moons.
You're pleased and proud too, 'cuz in the end you found your missing cookie and solved the case.
Oh I love this!!! This was so cute Ash! Thank you for making this and tagging me! 🩷
I love the thought of me just spending my days foraging, mixing them up in a big witch pot to see what becomes of it, with a glass of tea right next to me!
So cute absolutely love it!
Tagging: @faeprincess777 @squoxle @jjcanwrite @woncon @koyagifs @kitten4sannie and anyone else that wants to join!
gn!reader | suggestive and humor | SOS, too many dicks on display | made with @wonsheep's help <3
‣ svt masterlist :: ✉️₍₁₎
“oh my—so many penises!” seokmin notes. then there is a thud. “hey!”
you squint, and you see him holding a small pillow in his hand.
“what did you expect after marathon sex?” seungcheol asks. his voice isn’t sharp, and the only reason he isn’t smiling is that he’s occupied with the logical task to set jeonghan and himself free from the blanket they’re both entangled in.
“if it’s bothering you, cover your eyes,” seungkwan says, folding his arms. you’re sure he’s the one who threw the pillow.
“yeah. no one is forcing you to look at any,” jihoon agrees. he would speak more, you’re sure of it, too, he is one of your boyfriends who enjoys pillowtalk the most, but he has other things to do instead of talking; trying to calm soonyoung down. soonyoung just twists and turns around jihoon, then hugs him, kisses him, and nearly jumps on him again for a round of who knows what. his energy is fascinating. and a reason for envy, because you can’t even move your limbs, but he is still craving physical attention. however, you don’t blame him; half an hour ago, when you met with jihoon somewhere between the rug and the right alaskan king bed, it was fantastic. at the moment, you would gladly be close to him, too, so you can lay your head on his shoulder and kiss his neck or his collarbone, but for now you’re too tired to move, and jihoon is too far away to even try moving.
“come on, guys,” seokmin smiles, and instead of holding it, he places the pillow under soonyoung’s head, who finally finds a great position beside jihoon. “i’m just trying to ease the tension. before, you know, we’re stuck here forever. or we die.”
“we die?” chan’s head pops out from his favorite blanket. “how or why would we die?
seokmin points at you with a fond expression. “for example, poor y/nie is still catching their breath.”
mingyu’s body tightens under you. you want to say so many things: that he doesn’t need to worry at all, no one does, really, but it’s too many words for your sore throat.
“i am fine,” you finally croak out. although your body is a tingling weight, which produces the initial symptoms of muscle strain, mentally you’re on cloud 9 (actually cloud 13), your mind buzzing with the released endorphins.
“you sure?” mingyu asks, caressing your shoulder.
“i am very fine,” you reply to calm him down. you even raise your head to kiss his nose, to get rid of the wrinkles of worry on his face.
he hums softly. “okay then.”
“is everyone alright?” seungcheol asks. he and jeonghan have escaped from the prison of the blanket so seokmin can see two more penises in addition to the ones before.
there are nods, the sound of hums and replies, then there is rattling, and a hand climbs onto the edge of the bed, then another one. a black plastic handcuff links the wrists, black fluffy decoration on each hoop.
“can i get some water?” you can see joshua’s face after his hands.
wonwoo, who is getting his glasses, therefore is the closest to the drawer, grabs the bottle and opens it. “how did you end up on the ground?”
“and who handcuffed you?” minghao asks the other important question, then gives a distrustful look to jeonghan.
the assumption is kinda legitimate. when your night begun, jeonghan was the one who took the handcuff out, and he placed it on minghao first. maybe. what’s certain is that you were busy with wonwoo, seungcheol and jun, you weren’t able to focus, so you can’t claim anything about the plaything with hundred percent certainty.
“it wasn’t me,” jeonghan blinks innocently.
“i know,” joshua nods while wonwoo frees him from the handcuff. “it was seungcheol.”
“forgive me, sweetie. i didn’t mean to leave you like this.” seungcheol’s features drip with guilt.
“i forgive you. it’s not your fault.” joshua is clearly looking at jeonghan. the other flashes a faint, mischievous grin. later, according to the view, they’re going to make out. with teeth and tongue. it’s unavoidable.
“where is vernon?” chan is puzzled.
“well, just a minute ago he was inside seungk–” this time seokmin receives a blanket in his face.
at the same time a forearm falls on your waist, and vernon nestles closer to your body with contented sighs.
“are you alright?” seungcheol asks the ominose question again.
“leave him alone with the questions. he’s in sex coma,” jun notes. he also drinks a little bit of water.
“oh, it’s completely understandable,” seokmin yawns. “maybe i’ll rest a little too… gonna take a shower later.” and he indeed stretches across the mattress.
“among all those penises? really? you’re not scared that–” seungkwan falls silent when seokmin grabs him and manhandles him into his tight hug, all his limbs around seungkwan’s body.
“i am not scared of my boyfriend’s penises,” seokmin declares.
“we aren’t scared of yours either,” soonyoung says enthusiastically.
“except when we’re deepthroating,” jun adds. “then there’s something to fear.”
“it’s all a matter of practice,” jeonghan winks. directly at you, in a slutty way that makes you shiver.
“leave my penis alone for today. please!” seokmin protests, hiding himself under a blanket and in the crook of seungkwan’s neck.
“yeah, yeah, you’re right, baby. we should clean up instead.” jihoon pats seokmin’s head and gives a meaningful look to soonyoung.
he is pouting, but when he gets a kiss and a promise of a shared shower from three different lovers, he smiles so brightly he could melt your whole heart. and it also gives you energy, being able to move your body again, even if just a little. that means you can take a shower soon as well. until then you’re happy laying on mingyu, enjoying vernon’s soft snoring and the calm banter between the others.
-ˏ` ✎﹏ You think Soobin is pretty. But you couldn’t tell him. Betas and omegas are called pretty; alphas never. So when you accidentally call him that, you're scared of his reaction—turns out you don't need to.
➴ genre: emotional smut, omegaverse, a spark of fluff, estabilished relationship
: ̗̀➛ warnings: light backround ot5 poly, alpha!soobin, mentioned omega!beomgyu, alpha/beta/omega reader with unspecified genital, riding, knotting (without condom! don't do that at home!), petnames (pretty boy, baby), slight praise kink & dirty talk
⌨ :: 1k words ♡ ︵ . .
⁀➷ this little thing was totally unplanned. i just wrote a whole different fic, and i got stuck with the smut scene. it frustrated me so much i did this. (first completed smut since 2022, kinda nervous 😶🌫️). plus this is the first fic that i wrote without translating from my mother tongue. hope you'll like it!
⁀➷ thanks @wonsheep for betaing! 💓
➳ mlist
You think Soobin is pretty.
It is your little secret—a fact that makes your cheeks flush and your blood boil. Excitement and shame mingles whenever you see him, and your first thought is pretty. When you talk to each other, it turns into a mantra: you nod, you hum, you even reply, but all of your thoughts are just one word on repeat. Because all parts of him are pretty, from his adorable bunny teeth to his thin waist.
Somehow even his scent is pretty. The rich dark chocolate always reminds you of decorated cakes and muffins. It isn’t threatening or chokingly dominant like most scents of alphas are—just warm. Comforting. Pleasant.
Actually, being in his presence is so safe that sometimes your confession almost slips out. You need to bite your lip or pinch your hand to hold it in. The idea of his shocked face after hearing what you call him in secret, makes all of your mating bites pang with fear.
You couldn’t tell him. Betas and omegas are called pretty; alphas never. They’re handsome at most.
“Handsome,” you remind yourself, but you also get a laugh out of Soobin, his chest vibrating under your palm. “Strong,” you continue, simply because you need to.
Beomgyu’s heat ended two days ago, but the whole apartment is full of his stronger scent, the open windows and little wind don’t help much—the enticing pheromones are everywhere, powerfully flowery, tickling your skin, making your thoughts foggy, but your feelings stronger. It is easier to say things out loud.
“And…” you blink.
“And?” Soobin cups your cheeks. His smile gets bigger, showing his teeth.
Not teasing, just curious, as always.
Pretty.
Before you can open your mouth again, he kisses you. You are grateful for his soft lips and tongue for making you unable to say that damn word. You grab his waist through his shirt, digging your fingers deep. You use him as armor, to ground yourself in the moment. As a response, he moans into your mouth. It isn’t deep and feral like the whole week. It is softer, shaky—a delicate sign of vulnerability.
The sound – that pretty sound – melts on your tongue. You pull him closer just to hear it again, but this time you slip one of your hands to his throat to feel how his Adam’s apple bops when he moans.
Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.
Your fingertips burn on his neck, his Adam’s apple tickles your palm. You drink up his moan, and you let him suck your lower lip after.
Soobin tangles his fingers in your hair, keeping you close as he goes lower, leaving your lips to kiss your chin, to nibble on your ear, to lick his mating bite on your neck.
Dark chocolate and blooming flowers. Trembling lips on your artery. Too much.
“Pretty,” you whisper.
Maybe he doesn’t hear it—too busy sucking your skin into his mouth. But when he untangles his hand from your hair and stops the kisses just to kneel before you—to mumble compliments with shiny eyes, to sneak his cold hand under your shirt, your warm skin becoming confused and hungry—you know he will hear it the next time.
“You are so pretty, Soob.” Voice raspy, but the words are loud and clear.
“What?” he murmurs. He stands up, looking at you confused.
You gulp. You still think he is pretty. You are stupid.
“I–I am–”
Soobin presses your foreheads together.
“Say it again,” he murmurs. “Please.”
He sounds almost desperate.
“My pretty boy.”
Saying it confidently and hearing his broken whimpers in response is the best feeling. You want to ride him until there is nothing but the fact that he is pretty—a pretty alpha. Your pretty alpha.
“Yeah?” Soobin wets his lip.
A drop of sweat runs down on his face. He stops it unintentionally when he places his hand on his mouth to bite on it. Again, you grab his wrist and pull it to your mouth before he can muffle his sounds. You graze the skin with your teeth, then you kiss it. Even his wrist is pretty, blue veins snaking under fragile skin.
“The prettiest alpha I’ve ever seen,” you smile.
And you sink deeper with all the remaining strength you have in your body.
“Ah, fuck!” he cries out. “Don’t stop.”
He is close—his knot already starting to swell inside you. His hips stutter. His breaths become choked.
Although your thighs burn from fatigue, too, and a warm feeling spreads in your belly, you don’t want to end it this soon. After all those months of fear, you want to take your time.
Soobin's hand doesn’t fall to his mouth—this time he holds your hand instead. It makes your heart more heavy with adoration and love.
“Please, take it, baby…” he pleads. “Take your pretty boy's knot.”
“Anything you want, Soob.”
You get a muffled grunt in response, fingers digging into your sides to hold you in place for his last thrusts.
When his knot pops, you are warm and full inside, and you cum, too. His choked moan echoes in your ears as you ride out your high with shivering limbs.
Your head lays in the crook of Soobin's neck. His fingers dance on your shoulders and back, alternating between caressing and massaging. It’s comfortable.
You’ll fall asleep soon—Kai likes to joke about that being your natural reaction to being knotted.
Soobin has other plans.
“Since when?” he asks.
“Hmm… Since I met you. Ever since the first time I saw you I thought you were pretty,” you reply. Your lips brush his skin doing so.
“Really?”
You’re sure he’s frowning—still, you lift your head to see it with your own eyes.
“But why didn't you tell me sooner?”
“If I’d known you'd give me that reaction, trust me, I’d have told you sooner.”
Soobin snorts. A reddish shade spreads on his face. You giggle and kiss the blushy spot.
“Calling an alpha pretty isn’t traditional,” you explain.
“Bullying an alpha as a love language isn’t traditional either, yet Beomgyu does it 24/7,” Soobin reminds you. “We’re not a traditional pack, baby. You can share your non-traditional thoughts anytime.”
“From now, I’ll do so. Thank you.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” he hums.
You close your eyes, just enjoying the song of his heartbeat, his breathing, his closeness—that the feeling which is buried inside your chest is pretty, too.
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-ˏ` ✎﹏ “When you said you rescued an injured fish from the beach, this is not what I imagined.”
➴ genre: fluff and angst, merman!au, marine biologist!leehan, merman!jaehyun, courting, estabilished leehan x reader
: ̗̀➛ warnings: wounds, jaehyun is the cutest merman you ever saw (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡
⌨ :: 3.2k words ♡ ︵ . .
⁀➷ I wrote this fic in one sitting, from 10:30 pm until 2:00 am. Afterwards, I fell contentedly into bed and had a fantastic lucid dream. 10/10, would do it again.
⁀➷ Also, thanks for @wonsheep for betaing! 💓 To give you a fic where one of your biases is present: it's always a pleasure for me. 🙂↕️
➳ mlist
A finned boy lays in the bathtub.
You blink.
You blink again. And again. If there was a blinking contest nearby, you could enter, and you could easily win too. What else could you do instead of blinking? The fantasy may end if you do it enough.
But no. The boy—the merman is still there. He fills your entire horizon, and the whole bathtub. The membraned end of his thick fin is hanging out and over the porcelain edges, water dripping from it onto the towels on the ground. His elbows are perched on the edge of the tub. You see the membrane between his fingers, the pulsating gill on his neck, and, of course, his eyes with which he watches you intently. He doesn’t blink at you desperately like you did, he is simply curious.
Another three drops of water fall from his fin before you’re able to speak.
“When you said you rescued an injured fish from the beach, this is not what I imagined.”
“A pretty injured fish,” adds Donghyun, who is smiling as if he's won the lottery. Which isn't far from the truth. A living mermaid in your apartment: that's a marine biologist's jackpot.
“All fish are beautiful to you,” you remind him. You have a vivid memory of him telling you that devilfish are misunderstood because they're actually very lovable creatures. Among other things, you love him for his undeterred passion towards the marine world.
“But he is special,” you admit. “Can he talk? Or does he understand us?”
There are so many rumours and false reports about mermaids these days that it's hard to know what is true and what isn't. On one side, it is claimed that mermaids communicate with ultrasound, like dolphins. On the other, this is refuted and human vocal cords are mentioned. There are those who say that the existence of mermaids is pure fiction, spread by the government to divert attention from their immensely important secret research. This latter theory is splashing and sinking before your eyes.
“I don't know. His throat is bruised. If he is able to talk, he needs time.”
“Bruised?” You step closer to the tub. “What happened to him?”
“He got caught in some plastic, then the storm came and he probably hit a rock. Then the waves washed him ashore. That's where I found him.”
A few steps from the tub, you can see his wounds, both on his sensitive-looking, scaly skin and his blue fins. Several of his scales were torn off. When he lifts his head from his hands to get a better look for himself, you can see the nasty purple patch on his throat.
“Can you help him?” you turn to Donghyun in hope.
“Even if I can't, I want to try.”
You nod. You'd like that too. You're glad this merman is here in the bath and not lying unconscious on the beach. This time you keep eye contact with him, and you want to somehow convey your feelings to him: that he shouldn't worry because he's in good hands. His eyes suddenly widen, his thick lips part, but no sound comes out of his throat.
He closes his mouth and lies back on his hands, almost disappointed.
Donghyun rubs his hands, and at the same time you massage the back of your head.
“Any breakthroughs?” he asks.
You've spent the last hour searching thoroughly. You've been going through every article you can find on the internet, trying to get the essentials down. Mermaid literature is rich, scientific literature less so. You're not even sure if anyone other than you has actually been able to study live mermaids. For example, there is someone with a PhD who has written about this mysterious species, using scientific jargon, and you believed his words until he mentioned that mermaids have long claws and snake eyes.
“It's all like an extended Wikipedia article,” you report and close the nonsense article you've just read.
“I know.” Donghyun adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose and looks thoughtfully at the ceiling. “I'm beginning to think the internet is not the right place to get information from.”
You nod your head in agreement and pull closer to him, hoping that his embrace will make it easier to find another option to help you in this matter. Donghyun pats your knee.
Splash. There's a lot of water splashing on the tiles in the bathroom. Then a thud. Something heavy falls out of the tub.
You run into the bathroom with Donghyun. The merman is lying on the floor, on his stomach. Part of his fin is leaning against the tub, the end hanging over his head, water dripping from it onto his hair and face. He tries to crawl forward on the wet tiles—he clearly wants something, and you have to find a channel of communication to make it work.
Donghyun bends down to help him get ahead somehow, but the merman won't let him. He turns with some difficulty onto his back, but immediately grimaces, showing his clenched teeth. Now that his belly is out of the water, you can see the nasty cut on it. It'll have to be treated, though for now the merman doesn’t let Donghyun touch it, covering the wound with his own hand.
“Does it hurt?” asks Donghyun.
The merman gulps, but no sound comes out of his mouth. He frowns and he pats his belly, then pokes his mouth with his index finger.
Oh.
“He's hungry.”
It's great that he was able to communicate that, but what exactly a merman eats is a different, more complicated question. If it's some rare plant that exists only in the depths of the sea, you're in big trouble.
“I have an idea,” Donghyun stands up.
The bottom of his jeans are soaked through, but he doesn't care a bit. He rushes out of the room, then returns with a tiny bag. At first you think it's knitted or crocheted cotton, then he comes closer and you realise it's made of seaweed. “This is what he had when I found it,” he explains, then hands it to the merman.
The boy takes it with sparkling eyes. Something rattles in the package. The next moment he pulls out a shell. He crushes it on the tile, licks his mouth, then slides the wet animal into his mouth.
“He likes mussels,” Donghyun sighs, smiling in relief.
“And he can make himself understood,” you reply, returning his smile.
The situation is not so hopeless. You can make it work.
Once the merman is well settled, he tries to climb back into the bath on his own. You help him gently and he lets you touch him on his tail and shoulders, but when you try to touch his belly he slaps your hand away, wincing and glares at you in mistrust. He even pouts at you.
“I see. I'm sorry. I won't do it again,” you hold up your hand to indicate you're not a threat. But the wound is definitely a bigger threat than you if it's left untreated and gets infected.
“He won't let us bandage it.”
If you can't touch it, you have to do something about it. You don't know how mermaids regenerate, but if they're related to humans in any way, a wound like this is dangerous.
You're reminded of the article by the doctor who imagined claws on mermaids. “What if we... use osmosis? I read that salt water helps mermaids' wounds heal.”
“Sounds logical,” Donghyun nods. “We should try it.”
While he goes out to the sea with a bucket to fetch salt water, you sit on the stool next to the tub. The merman has calmed down, and is no longer giving you suspicious looks and shielding the wound from your touch. He begins to unload the shells on the edge of the tub. You watch him, fascinated, not even bothered by the fact that while you were helping him back in, your shirt, pants and socks got soaked.
“We can't call you a boy or a merman forever.”
The merman narrows his eyes, concentrates on what you're saying, wants to understand. Your heart beats in surprise as you try to communicate with another, gorgeous creature.
“What’s your name?”
He continues to stare, then tilts his head to the side as if giving up.
You lay your hand on your chest and slowly say your name. Then you point to him. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. Only the fact that he understood you is incredible.
He shakes his head and dives under the water. Generates a big wave that splashes on your clothes and tiles, then trickles onto the soaking wet towels. Mopping up or changing into dry clothes seems less and less a sensible action. The boy's whole head disappears into the tub, then bubbles burst to the surface. Bubbles of air only, but their bubbling has a rhythm. They almost feel like speech as you listen to them.
Jjjhhuunn. Jjjehyyun.
He appears on the surface, blinking hopefully at you.
“Jaehyun?” you ask him.
He grins, happy and proud. Pretty, you think. Jaehyun is so pretty.
“I think it’s working,” Donghyun mutters, squinting into the water. It's the third day that Jaehyun is soaking in salt water in the hope that it will help his wound heal. “What is certain is that it isn’t infected, and—oh!”
Jaehyun steals Donghyun's glasses with a sudden movement and puts them on his nose. He immediately regrets it, his mouth forms a surprised 'o' and he quickly parts with the device, shaking his whole body as if he's experienced something terrible.
“I'm sure his eyes are fine,” you chuckle as Donghyun retrieves his glasses. He smiles and hums, wiping the lenses on his shirt, because these days it's impossible not to have water droplets everywhere in this room.
Jaehyun visibly relaxes. He waves his fins and slips away in the water, splashing a wave at you. It's beginning to feel like you two are living in the bathtub, too. He “swims” to you and holds out his palm, you put in the next seaweed, and Jaehyun attaches it to the bag he's making with practiced movements. So you and Donghyun assume he's working on a bag, like the one hanging on his chest. It could be a sort of thank-you gift.
In any case, whatever it is, it's good to see Jaehyun isn't bored. Because when he is bored, he has great ways of letting you know: he'll splash you on purpose or throw himself left and right in displeasure. You'll have to be creative to make him enjoy this little place. Turns out he loves small, colourful balls and music, and although he eats seaweed, he also uses it as a raw material for crafts.
As happily as he twirls seaweed around in his hands, it occurs to you too often that he's like a seal in a zoo here. He does tricks for food and is locked up.
Donghyun says that once you are sure his fins, belly and throat are healed, you can put him back in the water.
“I'm glad I could meet him and help him,” he sighs half asleep one night as you lie snuggled together, waiting for sleep, “but his place was never in our bathtub.”
“I'll miss him,” you confess.
“Me too,” your boyfriend acknowledges.
“He's the prettiest fish I've ever seen, even though you've taken me on dates to a lot of aquariums.”
Donghyun smiles fondly. “Maybe he really is the prettiest.”
Jaehyun is a fast learner. He quickly gets the hang of the language and nods or shakes his head in response. Donghyun learns a lot from him and is excited. He visualizes a book in front of him, the first valid fact-based mermaid literature he will author. You rejoice with him, and his excitement spreads to you.
Jaehyun is also curious, interested in everything. The first time you venture into the bathroom to brush your teeth, as Donghyun is washing up in the kitchen, Jaehyun leaps up from the water and when you refuse to pay attention to him, splashes your pajamas.
“Hey!” you look at him with a foaming mouth.
He bats his eyelashes innocently in response, but can barely hide his sly smile. Then he points at you and holds out his palm.
“This is my toothbrush. I use it to keep my teeth clean,” you explain.
He pokes at himself and tilts his head to the side.
“You can have one too, yes.”
The next day he gets a toothbrush and is really dedicated to keeping his teeth clean.
When the trash can is full of shell fragments and you can't remember how many times you've used the garden shower for a shower, Jaehyun finishes the seaweed gift. He has made two bags, as you thought.
“You really made them for us?”
Jaehyun nods. He tentatively holds out his work to you, his hands shaking. There is no reason to fear that you won't accept it. It's a special gift, a beautiful gesture. You both take it, and Jaehyun literally sighs. Then he flashes you his broadest smile and, of course, splashes out a lot of water.
“Thank you,” Donghyun says softly.
To express your gratitude, you immediately slip the strap around your neck, and stand up and turn around with your new bag.
Jaehyun grips the edge of the tub, eyes gleaming. You're scared he's about to throw himself out of the tub in happiness, but that's not the case. Something else is happening: he's twisting his ear membrane. You can't explain it any better than that. It turns out that the spiral-shaped part behind his ear has been a twisted membrane all along. Now the ear looks as if it has grown exotic flowers on both sides, held in place by tiny cartilages and glowing different shades of blue.
“Very pretty,” Donghyun murmurs in disbelief, and reaches for it.
Halfway through, he surely remembers that Jaehyun only lets you touch him when he can't position himself, and even then you can mainly touch his tail, not his other body parts. The ear, moreover, the part of it that has been hidden so far, may be a similar area to the skin of his belly, if not more private and sensitive. However, Donghyun cannot fully withdraw his hand because Jaehyun is almost plunging his face into it.
He closes his eyes and lets Donghyun gently pat his ear and stroke his cheek. Donghyung's soft palm, full of Jaehyun's soft cheek: that's new.
In the upcoming days, he isn't just letting you touch him, he expects it. It's like he's been completely replaced since he gave you his gift.
He needs to be touched.
He plays with your hands, probing the lack of membrane between your fingers. He presses your fingertips together. If you stroke his hair or let him lay his head on your palms, he opens his ear membrane. Donghyun's theory is that he does this because he feels safe. In this case, he can only theorise, because when he asks Jaehyun about it, he doesn't answer, only playfully splashing him.
Every time he strokes your cheek or touches your mouth, you feel weird. He's so engrossed in exploring your face that his lips part in the process, as if you're something so wonderful he can't get enough. And he maps Donghyun with a similar devotion.
Just as you admire Jaehyun's mermanity, he admires your humanity.
You say it means nothing. Jaehyun can't live in a bathtub. He gave you gifts and is curious, but that's all. Though Donghyun mutters about courtship and companionship in his sleep, he doesn't share his thoughts on the subject with you when awake. And even if he did, you wouldn't change your mind: you can't make excuses for why Jaehyun should stay when it's clear he doesn't belong here.
“Doesn't it hurt?”
Jaehyun shakes his head. The wound on his stomach has completely healed. So have his scales.
“And your throat?” Donghyun touches his own to show what he means. Jaehyun copies the gesture, then grimaces. “So it still hurts?”
Jaehyun nods.
“I'm sorry. But it's healing nicely. You can go home soon.”
As usual, the merman gets gloomy.
He doesn't talk about home, no matter what you ask. Perhaps he had wandered so close to the shore because he had nowhere else to go. But even if that's the case, the sea is much safer and more homely than the small bathtub in your house. The poor thing can only fit with his fins folded in half, and since he's been here he hasn't been able to swim properly or stretch out enough to do it in the tub, only on the ground for a few minutes and then be lifted back up.
Even if he wants to stay, it isn’t possible. He cannot live in captivity.
“Pretty,” Donghyun murmurs, still fascinated by the ear membranes. “So pretty…”
He strokes Jaehyun's cheek and you collect the shell fragments when Jaehyun uses his vocal cords for the first time.
“What... pretty?” he asks quietly, hoarsely. His eyes go wide with surprise at the sound of his own voice, then he arranges his features and waits for an answer.
“Which, when we see it, makes us happy.”
Jaehyun's lips form a tiny 'o'. He nods, indicating he understands.
“Pretty,” he says, looking Donghyun straight in the eye. Your boyfriend immediately blushes, and you smile at how cute he is. However, your turn also comes to embarrassment when Jaehyun next turns to you and says the same one word to you.
Suddenly everything goes wrong. The tub is covered with blue scales. They fall like leaves from a tree in autumn.
“What’s going on?”
“What's wrong?”
You're both kneeling by the tub, trying to figure out what to do. Is it a disease? Is it serious? You don't get an answer. Jaehyun isn't talking.
“We want to help you. Can we help you?”
Jaehyun looks at you uncertainly. He is being secretive.
“Please, Jaehyun. Trust us.”
“Will... Legs... For me,” he explains in a whisper, disjointed. He looks at you expectantly.
“How?”
“Legs,” he repeats.
“But why?”
“Home,” Jaehyun touches the bathtub. Then he takes your hand. “Home,” he says again. Finally, he touches Donghyun's hand too. “Home.”
You can't misunderstand that. Jaehyun won't go back to the sea because you are his home. And you don't need to enlarge your bathtub or buy a pool. He's adapting to his home environment because he wants to stay anyway.
“Home?” he asks, tears welling up in his eyes.
You've told him so many times to go home, to the sea, that he might think he isn’t welcome. But that's not it, you just didn't believe that he really wanted to stay, that it wasn't just you who wanted to keep him here for your own selfish reasons.
“You're home now.” Donghyun kisses Jaehyun's hand. “This is your home.”
“Our home,” you add.
Jaehyun is relieved. He sniffles and cries, but also smiles with joy. You hug him on both sides, hold his back, and you're so used to the water that you don't mind getting soaked, and of course you don't mind Jaehyun pressing his face tightly against your skin.
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