#geonhak fluff

[thru-the-grapevine]

Irish Breakfast

Pairing: Kim Geonhak x reader

Summary: The man you have no business pining over makes an unexpected reappearance in your life, albeit in less-than-ideal condition.

Word Count: 4.6k

Tags: mafia au, blood/injuries (<- despite the tags the whole thing is still soft)

Author Notes: another submission for the Oneus Trope Bingo hosted by @oneusficevents ! This is for my “mafia au” square. I’ve never written anything like this before so I’m nervous to post, but I hope it’s enjoyable

Annoying, you think, that an entire beverage is going to remind you of a man you can’t have. Especially a beverage as widely versatile as tea.

You turn off the timer and go back into the kitchen, taking the teabag out of your mug. You’ve been branching out to new teas since the first evening you’d tried it in the safehouse, sampling them little by little. You now own a small village’s worth of tea boxes, after watching in horror as your best friend swiped her arm along the shelf of teas at the store and into your cart, insisting it was her treat. You’ve found you don’t care for straight green tea or matcha (green bean water, more like), but you like jasmine just fine, peppermint too. English Breakfast is okay, just not as malty, and chai is good if you add more cream than usual.

Tonight, though, you’re allowing yourself to Admit and Mope Over having feelings for a made man. Which, naturally, means your tea is his favorite, Irish Breakfast. You set the teabag in your spoon and wrap the string around it, wringing extra tea into the mug. You’ve gotten rather good at it with practice.

You turn to throw out the teabag when you hear a muted thump from somewhere in your apartment.

You stare, unmoving, at the teabag dangling in your hand over the garbage bin. It swings gently back and forth, and you try a deep breath. One, two, three four. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

By the end of the deep breath, no more noises have come. You drop the teabag in the bin and turn back to your mug, only partly aware of reaching for the sugar. Pal, chill out. Someone came home across the hall and dropped their groceries. The box of Christmas decorations finally teetered off the shelf in the closet. Kids down below jumped too high on their bed and whacked into the ceiling.

Your phone vibrates sharply against the counter, and you drop your spoon with a clatter. You crane your head aside to glance at the screen.

LEEDO: u can say no but do u mind if I stop by?

You snatch your phone clumsily and fumble to the app with live feeds of your security camera. A raven-haired man in office slacks and dress shirt is leaning heavily against your front door. As you watch, his knees buckle under him, and you hear another thump as he crumples against your doorframe.

“Shit,” you hiss. You drop your phone on the counter and hurry to the front door.

Geonhak catches himself heavily on the doorjamb as you ease the door open, a final defense against collapsing entirely.

“Hi,” he murmurs, sounding for all the world like he’s fine and not a man who can’t stay upright.

You drop to your knees, trying to figure out where it’s safe to touch him. His entire left side, from head to toe, looks to be spattered in blood.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, guiding his right arm over your shoulders. You brace your hand against his back, heaving upward.

You manage to stay balanced, most of his weight on you, and stumble back inside. You’re careful to keep your hand at the center of his back, away from the side that’s drenched in red.

He sags back against the door as you shut it again, relieving you of crutch duty. Flipping on the front hall light, you try to get a better look at him. His side is littered with bloody hand- and fingerprints—probably from staunching the blood flow, you take a guess. There’s so much blood, it looks like so much. The blood on his face has trickled down from a matted spot in his hair.

“What can I do?” You ask, surprised at how calm you sound. “What do you need?”

A corner of his mouth quirks slightly. “Just towels.”

His voice is cottony, so un-Geonhak-like. A sliver of ice sinks into the pit of your stomach.

“Just….” You take a tentative step back from him to see if he’ll stay upright. He leans more heavily against your front door, and your hands hover there in front of him. “Just….don’t move.”

You fly into the kitchen, feet barely touching the ground, and yank open the drawer of tea towels. You grab the entire stack and flip on the sink, running a few under cool water. Your eyes catch on your mug on the counter, and after a second you grab it and bring it all with you.

Geonhak’s face is tilted towards the ceiling when you return, eyes closed. A thin line of blood is slowly trickling down the side of his neck. In the light of the entryway, positioned as he is, he looks like a hero straight out of a classical painting. Lordy. No man has any business looking this good bleeding out.

You set the mug gently on the hall table next to him and close the distance with the towels.

His head drops back down, eyes opening at your approach, and you offer him a wet towel. He murmurs his thanks, taking it and mopping his neck and face roughly while you unfold a dry one.

You rake your gaze over him carefully, heart pounding. His hair has grown out a bit since you saw him last. You note in the part of your mind that isn’t panicking that it suits him, although everything suits Geonhak. Gingerly, you scrape your fingertips along his hairline, combing his hair off his face and checking for more injuries. His jaw works and his throat bobs once, and you replace his thoroughly bloodied hand towel with another damp one.

“‘Woong’s in Chinatown tonight, won’t be able to get here for a half hour,” Geonhak says as he works, and you realize he’s apologizing. “He’ll take me to the safehouse and out of your h—”

“Like hell he will,” you say, swapping him for another fresh towel. “Finish mopping up and we’ll take my car.”

“Hwanwoong will come get me,” Geonhak mumbles, eyes closing as he prods at the spot on his head.

“And I said like hell,” you reply, your free hand going to the buttons on his shirt. “This needs to…move…so you can get to the spot on—oh, don’t look at me like that, you’re bleeding.”

“Interesting way to ask me to take my shirt off,” he murmurs with a shrug, smile as dangerous to your pulse as ever as his free hand starts unbuttoning.

Once he’s undone the first four, you shove another damp towel inside and grip at the injured place on his side firmly, making him hiss. Serve him right, flirting while bleeding out on my doorstep.

“Hold this there, tightly. Be right back,” you say, taking another bloody towel from him and scooping up the others.

You pause for a second, then gesture at the mug of tea. “For you.”

Within moments, you’ve thrown the bloodied towels in the drum of the washer to deal with later and grabbed several other things on the way back.

Geonhak’s finishing a long sip of Irish Breakfast when you return. Wordlessly, you hand him a few ibuprofen. A smile plays at his lips as he accepts them and downs them with tea.

“Off,” you say as he sets the mug down, waving vaguely at his blood-sodden shirt. “I’ve got something clean.”

“It’ll just get dirty, too,” he says, already undoing the final few buttons and shrugging it away.

Any other time you would admire him shirtless, but your focus now lasers in on the injury. After all the blood he was wearing, it’s surprisingly smaller than you feared. “I don’t care if it gets dirty, too. I have my first aid kit—”

“Just—” he winces when he presses against his side wound too hard, then sighs softly, “just…if you’ll drive me to a safehouse, I’ll get Keonhee to patch me up.”

Ah yes. Keonhee. A trained medical professional. Someone of actual use to him. “Let me get my shoes.”

You watch from the corner of your eye as he takes the oversized hoodie you offer him and finagles it on gingerly. You’ve grown so accustomed to Geonhak in office attire that anything else looks unfamiliar on him. You’re right, though; anything suits him. Your heart doesn’t seem to notice the oddness, twisting at the knowledge that the hoodie is yours.

Your staring doesn’t escape Geonhak’s notice.

“Don’t usually wear this kind of thing,” he says as you exit the apartment together. He leans into you for security as you lock your door.

“And why not?” You ask, heading for the stairs at a stilted pace.

Your face bumps into his neck as he stumbles, and he swears and apologizes under his breath. Despite the clear excitement he’s had tonight, you notice he still smells like the pine and eucalyptus soap you’d seen in the safehouse shower. You immediately try to ignore this.

He shakes his head as you both begin slowly down the stairwell. “Not taken seriously in street clothes. Look too young.”

You can feel him wincing with each descending step, and you slow your pace, keep the hand at his back soothing.

“Well, who wouldn’t take you seriously right now?” You ask as you reach the exit. You pause to heave your free shoulder against the door when it sticks. “Now? When you’re bleeding a concerning amount?”

“I’ve had worse,” Geonhak says mildly, misstepping and staggering against you as you exit into the night. You catch him, free hand landing against the front of his torso, and you mumble an apology as he winces and straightens again.

“Surprised you survived with these reflexes,” you mutter, hobbling with him through the parking lot in the warm summer night air.

You lay a towel along the back of the passenger seat before Geonhak sits; blood sounds horrible to get out of a car. He wordlessly plugs an address into your GPS once you start the car, and then you’re on the road.

The car is quiet as you follow the first few directions, save for the occasional GPS voice. Geonhak extracts his phone from his back pocket, wincing all the while. He taps away at the screen, likely notifying the safehouse and Keonhee, as you follow the directions onto a street that sounds vaguely familiar.

“Should I, um. Worry about being followed?” You ask, glancing at the passing headlights in your rear view mirror.

“Mm-mm,” Geonhak says, shaking his head slightly and pocketing the phone again. “Our guys got him.”

You refuse to consider what “got him” means in this context.

“I’m sure it’s pointless to ask, but what happened?”

Geonhak sighs, leaning back in his seat with a wince. The silence carries for a few minutes, and you begin to assume he won’t answer when he finally speaks.

“He didn’t like what happened at your shop this week.”

You stiffen as you stop for a red light. A blue-eyed smirk you’ve come to hate flickers to mind. The man who was the reason you’d met Geonhak in the first place; the man who was the reason you’d had to hide for a week in a safehouse meant for organized crime members. “Him?”

Geonhak leans his head back against the headrest, eyes shutting as he adjusts the towel against his head. He gives no indication to confirm or deny.

That isn’t allowed to be the end of it. “But nothing really even happened. He just…came in, to intimidate me again. And then he got spooked by your uncle and left.”

A corner of Geonhak’s mouth curls. “Technically, he was humiliated by a crime boss over muffins. To a lot of these guys, that’s something.”

Over muffins. The space in your chest for breathing begins to shrink. It was your fault. That man, the one who’d tried to convince you to let his boss run dirty money through your store, who kept showing up at your new storefront to intimidate you, had hurt Geonhak. He’d been so mortified by Geonhak’s uncle, who was there to defend you, that he’d taken it out on the man’s nephew for good measure. Not on you, who actually owned the store; him. Geonhak was hurt because of you.

“Breathe,” Geonhak says, voice firm.

You gasp in a breath and blow it out shakily, easing on the gas as the light turns green.

“Slower than that. There’s enough air,” Geonhak soothes.

You shake your head, each breath coming heavier and quicker. I did this to him.

He starts counting, and you take a deep breath and hold it like he taught you, blowing it out unsteadily. It does little to settle your jittery pulse, your whirling thoughts.

“Promise it’ll be over soon,” he says, glancing at the GPS. “In six minutes. Just drop me off at the front door and—”

“I—you’re kidding, I’m not just, just—leaving you somewhere,” you protest, grip tightening on the wheel. “You’re covered in…Geonhak, I did this to y—”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

His voice is so suddenly sharp that your mouth snaps shut without another thought. His mouth is set in an even line, blue flame behind his eyes as he stares out at the road.

“You are good, and you are innocent, and you did not do this to me,” he says, voice dangerously even. “I won’t have you taking blame for that shithead. I won’t.”

You swallow, trying another slow breath in, out. You nod.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

He blinks, still watching the road, but the hardness in his eyes dissipates.

“Me too,” he admits. “Shouldn’t have dragged you into this.”

“No, it…I mean, I don’t mi…it’s—” You stammer, trying to figure out how to say you missed him without saying it outright.

Eventually you snap your mouth shut, face burning. You see him glance at you out of the corner of your eye, then lean further back into his seat.

“You, um.” A smile is playing on his lips. “The tea, earlier....I didn’t think you drank tea.”

Your face feels even hotter. You swallow. “…I do now.”

He doesn’t say anything the rest of the drive, but that smile stays in the corners of his mouth.

The address, an old brick bungalow, is different from the last safehouse—probably closer to where you live, you assume. The porch light is on, and you see movement in a window as you park along the curb.

“Stop, just—would you hang on a minute?” You huff as Geonhak opens his door, unbuckling.

You hurry out of your seat and around the front of your car as Geonhak tries to ease out by himself. He grunts in pain and stumbles over into you, and you sway as you attempt to keep balance for two people.

“I got it,” he says, trying to straighten, face twisting in pain.

“You really don’t,” you say firmly, locking your car and helping him up the walkway. “Cut the heroics.”

It’s Keonhee who opens the door as you reach the five little stairs up to the porch. You’re surprised to see him in pajamas and glasses.

“Up you get, come on,” he says, coming to Geonhak’s injured side and gingerly lifting his other arm over his shoulders. Keonhee glances over Geonhak’s shoulder and smiles at you, somewhat of a grimace. “I’d say it’s nice to see you again, but…”

Your smile is also half grimace, remembering the first time you met him, when he treated your black eye. “Agreed.”

Keonhee’s taller than you, so when he straightens, Geonhak’s arm stretches up higher, and he hisses.

“Son of a bitch, Keonhee, ow,” Geonhak grits through his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, get inside, you big baby,” Keonhee mutters. “I know for a fact you’ve had worse knife wounds before.”

Ice drops into your stomach; a knife. That man had gotten close enough to hurt Geonhak with a knife.

With Keonhee in the lead, the three of you shuffle sideways up the porch stairs and through the front door. To the left of the entryway is a little kitchen. To the right you see a small sitting room, with a couch covered in a few sheets. The coffee table has a spread of little tools that remind you of emergency room procedurals on TV.

“In there, if you don’t mind,” Keonhee says. “I made coffee before I remembered you drink tea, Geonhak, so there’s coffee if you want it.”

“Water for them,” Geonhak manages, panting as you help ease him to lie down across the couch.

You stick your tongue out at him but don’t argue. Your mind and body are starting to catch up with the shock of an injured Geonhak, and you don’t want to make yourself even more jittery.

Keonhee disappears briefly into the kitchen, emerging with a glass and a mug. You take the water gratefully, hiding yourself in the glass as you swallow back half of it.

When you lower it again, Keonhee is seated beside the couch and inspecting Geonhak’s head wound. He swabs at it with alcohol wipes and clucks his tongue.

“Stupid, but not awful,” Keonhee says, fighting a smile as Geonhak swears violently under his breath at a firmer prod. “Probably won’t even need stitches. Just bled a lot.”

“You’ll bleed a lot if you don’t cut that out,” Geonhak grumbles. Keonhee snorts and scoots back, lifting the hoodie to get a better look at his side.

“Need a few stitches here, though,” Keonhee says, pausing when Geonhak jolts from the rubbing alcohol sting. “Ribs hurt at all?”

“Not as much as yours will if y—shit,” Geonhak hisses at another pass of the alcohol wipe.

“Look at you, king of the streets, brought to your knees by antiseptic,” Keonhee says, grinning.

Geonhak glares at him, breathing heavily. “I say king of the streets one time, back in high school, and you won’t let it die.”

“Nope.” Keonhee pops the “p” and reaches for a few things on the coffee table.

You take a deep breath, setting down your glass with shaky hands. “Uhm, if I needed the bathroom, where…?”

Keonhee’s eyes are understanding. “Down that way, on the right. I’ll be quick. He’s seen worse.”

You hear Geonhak’s “fucking hell” from the living room before you close the bathroom door behind you.

You lean heavily on your hands against the sink and rest your forehead against the mirror, allowing yourself a moment in the whirlwind of thoughts. Knife wound. They got him. He’s been hurt worse before.

He came to me. When he got hurt, he came to find me. I got to see him again.

That’s what feels the most shocking, that he’s here, you’re here, back in his world, when you didn’t think you’d ever see him again. You know he’d told you it was for your own good that he keep a distance, and you didn’t think his reasons were bad. It still hurt, though, to make such a connection with him and then watch him disappear from your life like he’d never been there.

Well, now you’ve seen him again—covered in blood, admittedly, but nonetheless. He hadn’t been a figment of your imagination, after all. He’ll be on the mend soon, and then…

You gulp. That’s what’s scariest. How fleeting being here, being back in his circle, feels. You wish for selfish things for a brief moment—for a few more nights of Irish Breakfast, a few more conversations, even one more exchange of banter, for wounds that need time to heal, time you can spend with him. The thought that he’ll slip away again forever after this is…

A soft knock on the door startles you a little too much. “Hm?”

“He’s all patched up now, all fine,” Keonhee says. “Just needs a couple days of low activity and he’ll be back to normal.”

You sniff, leaning back off of your hands. “Good. I…good.”

There’s a pause. “I’d like to take a look at you when you come out. Customary check.”

“Oh, uh, sure, yeah, coming out.”

You reach up to itch a spot on your cheek and blink when your hand comes back wet. You wipe under both eyes, hands coming away damp. When you glance at your reflection, you grimace at how blotchy you look. There’s no way to hide it, so you sigh and brace for the inevitable, opening the door.

Keonhee studies you for a moment, then says, “let’s see if I’ve got tea somewhere after all, hm?”

It feels a bit wrong to dig through his cupboards and pantry like this, but Keonhee encourages it, clapping your shoulder when you find an old box of orange pekoe.

“You’ll be staying tonight, of course,” he says after he cleans out the coffee pot and begins brewing plain hot water. “At least until the shock wears off.”

You purse your lips as you retrieve two mugs. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome…”

Keonhee scoffs, putting a tea bag in each one. “Please. You’re more tolerable than he is, swearing at me over a little scratch.”

“Is it really that minor?” You ask, watching yourself run a thumb over the lip of a mug.

“He’s just fine,” Keonhee says, firm and reassuring. “He’ll be back to intimidating us all at full capacity far too quickly.”

The nobler side of you relaxes at this. Your less noble side wishes for a few more days of bed rest. You try to ignore the less noble side.

“Perhaps I should worry more about you,” Keonhee says, studying you. “You’ve been well?”

You laugh once. “Oh, yes. I’m just fine. I’ve seen neither hide nor hair of a single made man until this week, much less tangled with any of them.”

You wince inwardly at how bitter you sound. Ridiculous.

Keonhee hums, taking the now-filled pot of hot water and pouring it into the mugs. “I see an awful lot of made men, but that doesn’t necessarily add or detract from any tangles. Surprising, how much you can see of them without being involved.”

You don’t know what to say to that. You realize with a pang that you’re almost jealous of him, of his ability to be involved but not involved.

He frowns at one of the mugs as it steeps. “I should go check how he takes it, I can never remember—”

“That’s alright, I’ve got it,” you say, waving that away and preparing both mugs.

Keonhee’s quiet as you labor over the tea. When he speaks, you can hear a slight smile.

“Good. I’ll go make up the air mattress, then, if you’ve got this under control.”

You make your way back into the sitting room slowly, trying not to spill either mug. Geonhak has every pillow propped up behind his back, an arm slung over his eyes. You frown when you see one of his ankles in a brace.

“You didn’t tell me your ankle was hurt.”

A corner of Geonhak’s mouth twitches. “Only twisted a little. It’s why I couldn’t keep better balance.”

He lowers his arm from his eyes and looks up at you. You lift his mug, nodding at it, and he inches his way further upright, grimacing.

“Let’s see how badly Keonhee did on this cup,” Geonhak says as he takes the mug.

“He didn’t make it. I did,” you say, sitting gingerly by his knees and blowing on your mug. “Two sugars, no cream. Strong. Brought the spoon when you want the bag out.”

You set your mug on the coffee table, now cleared of surgical instruments, and lift your teabag into said spoon, twisting the string round and draining the excess. You feel Geonhak’s silent, studying gaze and try not to let it fluster you as you find a wastebasket at the end of the couch to toss the teabag.

You take a sip of the tea, then blink. “You know, I always thought orange pekoe would be…well, orange flavored. But this is just another black tea.” Hmm. Suppose it can’t hurt to have around for guests, so the nicer teas can be for you.

“Damn it,” Geonhak sighs softly.

You glance over at him as you blow on your tea, raising an eyebrow. He’s cradling his tea placidly against his stomach, eyes shut.

“You make it so difficult.”

You blink. “So difficult to what?”

He opens his eyes and meets your gaze. “To stay away from you.”

Your lungs feel suddenly empty. Oh. Some warm and electric feeling zings up your spine.

You look down into your mug, pulse skipping. “…I see. My hopelessness when it comes to tea, back at it again.”

When he speaks, you can hear his smile. “Might play a part, maybe.”

You take another swig of tea, bracing yourself. “I wish…I wish you wouldn’t stay away, but I, you know, I get it. Promise.”

You shrug a shoulder, grimacing.

He purses his lips, then sets the mug down. “Mind getting the bag for me?”

You set your tea down and grab the spoon, finagling with the tea bag in his cup.

His fingers brush against your knee, backs of his knuckles rubbing gently back and forth. You swallow, throat surprisingly dry for how much tea you’ve drank, tossing his teabag and setting the spoon aside again.

“Don’t like when you’re in danger,” he murmurs.

You nod, picking your mug up again with shakier hands than you’d like.

“Don’t want to be the reason you’re in danger,” he says quietly.

You nod again, tilting your head thoughtfully and taking a sip of tea. “Keonhee’s got a lot of your guys in his life and he’s not in danger.”

“He’s under my uncle’s protection,” Geonhak says, not unkindly.

You shrug a shoulder. “Well…think I might be now, too. He intimidated that man into leaving and then left a hundred dollar tip for his muffins.”

Geonhak laughs once, and his hand opens on your knee, resting warm and firm.

“Touché.”

You take another sip of tea, gathering courage, then drop your hand to your knee and curl your fingers around his hand.

His gaze makes you feel shy, but you don’t look away, drinking in the way it feels to be looked at like this.

He shakes his head at himself, smiling wryly. “Knew exactly what I was doing tonight. Might’ve been easier to go to a few different places, but I went out of my way.”

His fingers squeeze yours.

“I just missed you,” he whispers.

It’s a good thing you hear Keonhee clattering back down the hall. You’re not sure you have the power of speech anymore.

Keonhee forces Geonhak to give up two pillows (“you have all the other pillows in my house, fiend, surrender one to me and to the guest”) and pushes aside the coffee table to make up your bed. It’s a good thing you were already in pajamas, you think as you sit at the edge of the air mattress. No need to sleep in clothes, unlike Geonhak, despite your hoodie.

When the lights go out and Keonhee goes back to bed, you spend a while staring up at the ceiling. You realize, too late, that there was caffeine in both of those teas. Late night caffeine intake versus shock exhaustion, fight.

“There’s, um.”

You glance over at Geonhak on the couch. He’s looking up at the ceiling, too. “There’s this place on the other side of town, a bar? But it’s got cats, like a cat cafe. Hwanwoong tells me you’d really like it.”

You purse your lips, fighting the massive grin threatening to take over your whole face. “I’ve heard of it. It’s got some cat pun name, yeah?”

“Yeah, I can’t think of it, either,” he says, laughing softly.

His hand reaches out and finds yours in the darkness. “Wanna try it with me, maybe? Like, in a week or two, obviously, or Keonhee will put my head on a stake.”

You laugh quietly, squeezing his hand. “I’d like that.”

His thumb brushes over the back of your hand, gentle. “Okay.”

When you finally fall asleep, your hand is still in his.

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Droplets of Water & Love

Oneus OT5 x fairy! afab! reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.6k

Warnings: slight anxiety, kind of stalking but not with malicious intent, I think that’s it

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it! 

Third Person POV

Living a double life that transcends between the normal and what could only be seen as an imaginary world, is difficult. (Y/n) appears completely human, however, that is far from the truth. (Y/n) is a fairy. A water fairy to be precise. She sneaks out of the home she shares with her five boyfriends, Seoho, Geonhak, Keonhee, Hwanwoong, and Dongju, also known as the idol group Oneus, every morning not returning until late at night. At the beginning of the relationship, the boys didn’t notice (Y/n) leaving early and returning late because, well, they did the same thing, considering their job.  However, after a whole year of being together, the boys began noticing some things, (Y/n) left early every single day, never having a day off it seemed, returning in the afternoon, completely drained of energy, whenever they asked about her job she just answers with something vague, and things like that. Because of this, the boys decided to follow (Y/n) one morning when they had a day off from their idol work.  

(Y/n) got up at 5 am, got dressed, and left the apartment. The five members of Oneus quickly got up as soon as the door closed. All of them were already dressed so they could follow (Y/n). Soon enough, (Y/n) turned into an alleyway that led nowhere, the boys sneaked around the corner to find (Y/n) standing with her back towards them just staring at a wall. The alleyway was dark but something seemed to be glowing around (Y/n)’s hands. The five boys tried to quietly walk closer to their girlfriend, which went well until Dongju stumbled on a rock, making a loud bang with his foot as he found his balance. The ruckus made (Y/n) turn around as she was surprised by the sound. (Y/n) was scared that whoever had made the noise was a drunkard or something, she was slightly at ease when she saw her five soulmates but then she became nervous. 

“What are you guys doing here?” “We wanted to see what you do for your job but whenever we asked you never answered,” Keonhee began, followed by Hwanwoong. “So we kind of decided to follow you, sorry,” “I mean, I guess, it’s okay. It’s my fault for not telling you, it’s just, you see, the thing is… um it’s kind of hard to explain,” (Y/n) wasn’t sure how to bring up the fact that she wasn’t exactly human, she was a fairy, and her job was collecting morning dew and other water droplets for her village so that other fairies could distribute the water. On days when she wasn’t working she visited her family, she didn’t get to see them much so if she mentioned visiting her family around the boys they would surely want to come with her. 

“(Y/n), whatever it is you can tell us,” Seoho said as he took a step closer to (Y/n). “It’s really weird and complicated and I don’t know, I’m scared, I guess,” “What are you scared of? I mean when we first met we seemed sketchy and stuff because we couldn’t tell you about our soon-to-be debut and everything,” Geonhak said. “Just one question, do we have to be in this alleyway for this?” Dongju asked with a small chuckle. “We kind of do,” (Y/n) answered, nerves and something close to shame on her face. 

“Okay, promise to hear me out before you walk away?” “We promise,” Geonhak answered. “We would never just walk away from you, no matter what,” Hwanwoong said as he put a loving hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder, all the boys giving her encouraging smiles. “This is going to sound crazy, but I’m a fairy,” And so (Y/n) explained what she was and what she was doing for work, the boys stood there, at first thinking (Y/n) was just joking with them but as she continued explaining everything she also showed them a bit of her magic. 

“I can’t do as much in my human form but I can do this,” The five idols watched in awe as a baby blue light emitted from the girl's hands, small sparkles danced around her and the five of them. Soon a strong light blinded them, once they opened their eyes, the world around them seemed much bigger. They all spun around, not understanding what was happening. After a few seconds, Dongju laid eyes on (Y/n). Translucent blue wings on her back, her hair shinier than ever, and a marine blue flower-like dress adorned her body. 

“Woah,” Was all the youngest boy could say. The other four noticed (Y/n)’s new appearance as Dongju tried to say something. All of them realized that what (Y/n) just told them, was real. “So, yeah that’s almost everything,” “Almost?” Keonhee asked, wondering what more she had to tell them. “You see, fairies like many other creatures, have fated bonds, a person or people whom they are destined to be with, soulmates I guess you could call it,” As (Y/n) explained the situation to the boys her wings began moving, her now tiny form levitating around the air in front of them. 

“Does that mean that we are soulmates? Or do you have a soulmate somewhere out there?” Geonhak asked, a bit worried that they would lose her. (Y/n)’s wings stopped flickering, her body once again landing on the ground. The fairy took a few steps closer to the five boys that she loved with all of her heart. “I love all five of you, with everything that I am, and I could never imagine my life without you guys now. You are my soulmates, I wouldn’t have been with you guys for this long otherwise, it would have felt wrong,” The five idols all broke out into happy smiles while tears filled their eyes, relief, and happiness flowing through their bodies. 

The boys pulled (Y/n) into a tight and warm group hug, all six of them crying and sniffling. (Y/n) felt safe in their arms, she felt accepted, a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, and she finally felt like she could breathe. “Wait, so all this time, you’ve been sneaking off like this to work? Are we holding you from doing your job right now?” Hwanwoong asked, worry evident in his voice. “Well yes to the first question, mostly, and no for the second one. I was sneaking out to visit my family today,” 

“You’ve never really talked about your family before,” “I know, what was I supposed to say, hey guys my family consists of fairies and they’re tiny,” (Y/n) answered Seoho’s question as she chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it’s hard to explain that one, but just so you know, you can really tell us anything, we won’t judge you, because we love you,” Keonhee ended his sentence with another tight hug. “Do you guys want to come with me? Meet my parents?” “YES!” They all screamed in unison. (Y/n)’s hands began glowing once more, small sparkles erupted around the boys, followed by another blinding light. Once the light calmed down, the boys found themselves dressed in flower-like clothing and blue translucent wings adorned their backs. 

“WOAH! We have wings!” Dongju exclaimed as he and Keonhee jumped around in excitement. “You’re going to need them, the only way to get to my village is by flying there,” “We’ve never flown like this though,” Geonhak said, a bit sceptical. “The wings knows what they need to do, it’s like a copy of my wings, so as long as I know how to use them, you’ll be able to use them,” “Let’s fly then!” Hwanwoong said as he ran up to (Y/n), giving her a quick kiss on the lips. (Y/n)’s cheeks reddening with a blush, even after a year of being in a relationship with them she always blushed after kissing. 

And so the six soulmates set off into the sky, the five boys marveling at the feeling of flying. The wings flickering behind them. The way the world looked from the eyes of a small fairy. They laughed as they danced around with the wind, the sun slowly rising over the horizon coloring the world in a bright yellowy-orange hew. After a few minutes, the group arrived at a clearing where ther saw hundreds of other fairies dancing around in the sky as the collected morning dew and sunlight and whatnot. 

“Come on this way,” (Y/n) showed her soulmates around the village, introducing them to some of her childhood friends before they finally came to a stop at a cute little house. A house that (Y/n) grew up in before she moved to the city, living more as a human rather than a fairy. “It’s so pretty, everything around her is so nice, it seems so right that you come from here,” Geonhak said. “What do you mean?” “You shine just like the sun, it’s like you sparkle. You seem like a goddess, ethereal, as a human but seeing you like this, this place and you just makes so much sense together,” “That’s exactly how I feel when I see you guys standing on stage, singing, dancing, performing,” 

Magic exists in everything alive, the most special magic in the world is the one found in true love and happiness. 

#oneus #oneus x reader #oneus ot5 #oneus ot5 x reader #lee seoho #seoho x reader #oneus fluff #fantasy au #oneus au #geonhak x reader #leedo x reader #keonhee x reader #oneus keonhee #hwanwoong x reader #xion x reader #dongju x reader #Mirisss #mirisss.request #oneus x female reader #oneus x yn #oneus x you #oneus x (Y/n)

[thisisforyn]

Ruined Dinner (Leedo Fluff)

After finding out that your boyfriend would be home late from work, you decide to go ahead and take a shower before starting dinner. You two alternate who cooks and it's his night but you figure it's no big deal for you to cook. There's no telling when he'll get home anyway and you'd like to eat as well.

After getting your change of clothes ready, you get into the shower. You're almost done washing up when you hear a commotion and furrow your brows. You quickly finish up and rinse off. Once the water is off, you can hear the noise again. You check the small analog clock that you guys keep by the sink. You'd only been home for a couple of hours since you got off work early, and that was about the time you read your boyfriend's message. He shouldn't be home yet, but then it begs the question as to just who's moving around in your apartment.

Getting dressed, you try to be as quiet as you can as you peek out of the bathroom door. The quiet swearing is definitely Geonhak's voice.

"Baby?" You call out softly but it's clear that he doesn't hear you.

You reach the kitchen and see what all the noise is and he's focused and frustrated. It takes a moment but you find yourself covering your nose as a burnt smell fills the air, along with a light smoke making the apartment foggy. He's rushing with whatever he's doing, as though he's desperate. You can finally see that he's trying to rush to make something to eat but the burner is up way too high and the small stack of pans sitting by the sink are a clear sign that he's burned quite a few things.

"Baby!" You call louder this time and he jumps.

His expression quickly goes from anger to startled to sad. You rush over and turn the ventilation on to help get the smoke out, turning off the burner and wrapping your arms around him.

"How can you stand around the smoke like this?"

You guide him away from the kitchen and toward the balcony, getting the door open to get even more of the smoke out. You head out onto the balcony and take him with you to help you both clear your airways. He sighs and you cup his cheek.

"I told you I was going to cook tonight, and I thought you weren't going to be back until much later."

He looks down, his ears turning a noticeable shade of red, giving away that he's embarrassed.

"What's the matter?" You ask him, worried now.

"It's just... You know... I've had to work late all week and you've been cooking all week," he begins, "You work hard during the day, too, and then you're coming home to cook and clean up all by yourself. So, I hurried and got my work done so I could come back sooner. I ended up making a bigger mess..."

As manly as your boyfriend always is, he's also one of the softest people you've ever come across. It doesn't surprise you at all that he was just watching out for you and, in his haste, made a few small mistakes. If nothing else, you're just glad that he didn't get hurt and that nothing was set on fire.

"Why don't we just go out to eat tonight? You've worked really hard all week and we deserve a night off, right?"

He nods and coughs a few times, his body finally registering and clearing out what of the smoke he'd inhaled. You find yourself laughing, patting his back with a small sigh. He's too cute for his own good, even when he's trying hard not to be.

"Let's go get changed and then we can figure out where we're going to go, okay?"

He wraps his arms around your middle and kisses your cheek, "An impromptu date night."

"Exactly! Now that you've put it that way, I'm even more excited now!"

He steals a peck from your lips and heads back inside with you to the bedroom to get changed. Dinner at home may have been ruined but you're even happier about the night out together with Geonhak.

A/N: This is based on a true story. I'm still sad that my chicken nuggets and roasted veggies dinner turned into chicken nuggets and cereal... I decided to take a shower while my vegetables were roasting in the oven...

#leedo #oneus #slice of life #fluff #cute #i ruined my dinner #help me #for: anyone #geonhak #oneus geonhak #kim geonhak #imagine #reader insert #x reader

[winterviolet1]

Oneus Reaction: Their short/tall S/o pinning them to the bed

Warning: Bitting, pet names, thigh humps, and playful make-outs

Slight Smuts and fluffs

Seoho:

You're Seoho short S/o. He loves to tease you from time to time about your height. But that doesn't change the fact of how you guys act alone. You may be a few inches shorter then him, but you are the Dom in the relationship.

Today being your time alone with Seoho. You as his s/o other pinned your boyfriend against the bed when you two were having a heat make-out. Seoho find it hot when you pin him against the bed cause he knows it could lead to something more. Breaking the kiss and moving your lips down to mark his pretty neck. Seoho let out a moan when you bit his sweet spot.

"N-No marking...Ah!"

Leedo/Geonhak:

Leedo never care how tall or short his s/o would be. When he meet you who was a bit taller then him. He was happy to have you in his life.

The two of you would be the most calm yet gentle couples. But when you two are alone, that would be a whole different story. Today when both of you were on break from work, You spend time cuddling in his room. Cuddling was nice but you as his s/o decided to playful pin Leedo against his bed which surprised him for a moment. Leedo chuckled softly before you two shared some sweet kisses and playful love bites.

"We should do this more often"

Keonhee:

Keonhee is a tall guy in his group. He messes with others tho he does it playfully. You as his s/o was short no matter what. Well expect that your a few inches taller the Hwanwoong.

Today you and Keonhee were having a movie night. Keonhee was the one who suggested it cause He got the bedroom to himself. Everything was going peacefully fine til Keonhee started to dry hump your leg. He been a bit horny since yesterday when you tease him with a photo you sent. You pinned him down in his bed as both you and Keonhee started to dry hump each other, leading Keonhee to let out small moans every now then.

"Baby please, I want you so badly..~"

Hwanwoong:

Hwanwoong being the shortest in his group. He was happy to have a short S/o. So being the short couples, you two are also know as the crazy/silly couples.

Today was the weekend. Hwanwoong came to visit you since you didn't have work. You as his s/o was laying on your bed when Hwanwoong open the door to see you relaxing a bit. "Relaxing without me baby?" Hwanwoong chuckled as he climbed onto your lap and gave you his cute smile. Chuckling softly you did, you sit up and capture his lips in a passion kiss. The kiss soon turn into a playful make out as you flip him around and pin him on the bed.

"My Suger cub, your so hot like this~"

Xion:

Xion is like Leedo. He doesn't care if your short or tall as his s/o. He was just happy to have you in his life, you are his tall S/o when you met.

You know how Xion is when he's around you. Today is no different when you visit your bf at his dorm. Everyone else in his group was out leaving you and Xion alone. As you were getting snacks and headed to Xion room. You saw that Xion was only in his boxers when he was laying in his bed. Smirk and placing the snacks on his stand, you climbed onto his lap and pin his arm above his head against his bed. Leaning down and lightly kisses Xion lip, you move down to start nipping his collar.

"M-mm please be g-gentle

#oneus #oneus hwanwoong #oneus seoho #oneus xion #oneus reactions #oneus scenarios #oneus keonhee #oneus leedo #sub kpop #sub oneus #sub!oneus

[decaffedthoughts]

That Flower Was You

pairing: Son Dongju (Xion)/Kim Geonhak (Leedo)

word count: 8.2k

Equal fluff and angst, I'd say

summary: After an innocuous conversation with Hyunjin, Dongju begins to question what he likes to wear and what that means for who he is. What follows is a tumultuous period of internal self-discovery and change. At the same time, Dongju continues to deal with his feelings for Geonhak, and there are a lot of those. His roommates and friends are all very aware of all those feelings, much to his dismay.

a/n: Inspired by this fic on ao3 by gardenjins! Also crossposted on ao3. In the texting sections other characters will be bold and Dongju will be regular text. Fulfilling the clownracha quarterly prompt: new year, nugu

Dongju had plenty of friends his age at college. So many of them were so cool that he had to befriend at least some. Currently, his dearest of those was Hwang Hyunjin. Of course, Hyunjin had xyr own set of friends, and boyfriends and partners of all ages. Dongju was proud to say they had regular contact, so he wasn't surprised when he received a random picture with no other message attached.

He opened it, walking back from class one day, and was surprised to see Hyunjin in a pretty little skirt. Xe was clearly standing in a dressing room and was typing while Dongju stared.

do you think i should get it?

why me specifically

gc is 50/50 split, so you’re the chosen one

i totally think you should, it’s really pretty

that’s what i said! good financial choices mean nothing when i can have pretty clothes

And that was where the conversation ended for the day. For Hyunjin, at least. For Dongju, the skirt just never left his head. He had never seriously considered wearing a skirt before. In that photo, Hyunjin looked good, and Dongju wondered if he could pull it off like xem. Probably not exactly, because Hyunjin was somehow one of the prettiest people on campus, but in xyr own way.

So, the next day, he went back to their message thread.

hey hyunjin do you have other skirts too?

ooooooooh yes i do! good morning to me

Dongju breathed out a laugh, watching Hyunjn type, likely taking longer because xe was trying to type and take photos simultaneously. What followed was about an hour of Hyunjin going through their impressive skirts collection, some highlights from other closets, and a nice long tangent on Changbin's dresses. Dongju only sent a word occasionally commenting on a particularly nice item. Hyunjin always responded with "noted", but he didn't mind.

It culminated in Hyunjin finding xyr own only dress, to which xe assured Dongju xyr getting more soon. The picture immediately took Dongju's breath away. Hyunjin was wearing a gorgeous strawberry dress. Dongju was never interested in the dress while it was a tiktok trend, but suddenly, he understood why everyone else was. The original dress was a little expensive at $500, but Hyunjin found a silhouette they liked for a little less. More than Dongju would spend on a single clothing item in college, but that's what would happen when you had 2 rich boyfriends who loved to spoil you.

Dongju couldn’t stop staring that time, but it felt different in a way he couldn't explain. Hyunjin emphasized that clothing was just pieces of fabric and said little to nothing about your gender, but Dongju felt something different when he looked at Hyunjin spinning in a field in a dress. He both could and couldn't imagine himself doing it at the same time. It was an abstract feeling. Like he couldn’t because he hadn’t ever done it before, and it sort of felt like he wasn’t allowed to, for some reason. But he could, and he wanted to, to feel the freedom that Hyunjin embodied in that photo. 

All of that stayed inside for now until he could make a little more sense of it.

"Oh." Dongju breathed.

It felt better than anything he had ever worn, and he couldn't imagine anything else being even better. It felt so right. He spun, and the translucent layer hung long and brushed over his calves softly. Slowly, he looked up at the mirror he knew was there. It's hard because despite the pretty, flowing skirt, everything else about him is still distinctly masculine, or so he thinks. Maybe Hyunjin would say otherwise, but some things weren't meant to be spoken out loud yet. They'd just live in Dongju's head for now.

It was more apparent when it was on him that the gold pieces were meant to be little fireworks. It was pretty. Not a word Dongju thought he would ever be allowed to use to describe himself, but it felt good. He likes being pretty. Inside, his childhood self is clapping and watching with adoration. This could be the beginning of everything that child wanted.

Now, it was different. Because he'd thought that Seoho was pretty and Seoho was a man. He thinks Geonhak is pretty on a daily basis, and Geonhak is probably more secure in his masculinity than anyone else Dongju knew.

"Ju? You all good out there?" Hyunjin's voice came, muffled, through the door.

Dongju mentally curses, he forgot Hyunjin was here, how rude. But it's so easy to just keep staring at himself in the mirror and going over 50 arguments about why this is a good and a terrible decision.

"Yeah! You can come back now." Dongju said.   

Hyunjin flings open the door, only stopping it from slamming back against the stopper with the tips of xyr fingers. Dongju would be impressed with xyr reflexes if he wasn't otherwise occupied. And he certainly is, swaying back and forth and feeling it brush softly against his legs. A little bit ticklish but mostly pleasant.

Hyunjin squeals at both a pitch and volume too loud for what is meant to be happening in the dorm today, which is nothing. Dongju hurriedly shushes xem, and Hyunjin apologizes softly but kept xyr eyes on the skirt.

"It's like it was made just for you, Ju. Look at you." Hyunjin lifted xyr eyes to Dongju's face and practically melted at what xe saw.

Dongju was staring at himself in the mirror again, wholly entranced. "I look like myself. I feel like myself. This is incredible."

Hyunjin didn't have any words to answer with, xe just smiled at Dongju through the mirror, glad xe could bring this piece of joy to xyr friend.

"I'm gonna bring you so many pretty skirts. I don't think any of Changbin-hyung's dresses would fit you, though, sorry. His shoulders are stupid wide."

Dongju sighed, but he didn't expect much from that. And the idea of being small, smaller than Changbin is kind of nice. His group of friends was great for that because all but one were either the same height or taller than him. And what Hwanwoong lacked in height, he more than made up for in energy and feistiness.

They did this over and over again. Dongju suspects that not all skirts were recycled hand-me-downs but new gifts, but he didn’t say anything. It's not like he had a receipt or anything to prove it. Just a feeling. Either way, it's nice to be spoiled by someone else without asking. The last time he felt like that was when his parents would bring home the toys he wanted without asking. Or would the times that the others show up with food count? Either way, he felt spoiled in a way that he rarely did.

It happened so often that the others were not necessarily suspicious, just a bit confused. Hyunjin came in with a bag, stayed for an hour, and then left with nothing. No one knew what was in the bag or where they went because Dongju made them disappear.

Internally, he was becoming more confused by the day but said nothing to anyone. He'd noticed being out in public is a little more uncomfortable, and he didn't like people looking at him. Sure, he didn't really before, but it wasn't so visceral and uncomfortable then. There wasn't an apparent reason why in his head, so he just kept moving along and trying to avoid being around many people in public.

The other strange thing is the slight wrongness under his skin when someone calls him a man. At first, he just attributes it to not feeling like a proper adult despite being almost done with college. It lasts a few weeks until he googles it to see if anyone else felt like this and how they deal with it.

The results he got were... different. Reddit post after Reddit post, ranging from one reply to almost a hundred.

I don't feel like a man, but nothing else seems right. What do I do?

I feel uncomfortable when people call me a man or a boy, it feels wrong. Anyone else feel this way?

I have long hair, and someone behind me assumed I was a woman. Why did I like it so much?

Dongju had thought about growing his hair long once, and Hyunjin regularly oscillated between shoulder length and short hair. What if someone mistook him for a woman in public because of his hair? It didn't feel *wrong* per se, but that was probably just because it was a theoretical experience, and he wasn't actually experiencing it. If he was called a woman, he'd definitely be weirded out. Definitely.

The googling continued, and Dongju found other pieces he related to in some people's stories, so he kept looking. However, the more he looked, the more similar the results became.

Trans, egg, trans woman, trans femme, agender, non-binary

He'd heard some of the terms from Hyunjin, who also gracefully explained what they meant personally, but Dongju would never have connected them to his own experience. And he continued to be determined not to.

There was no moment in his childhood where he wanted to try on a dress or makeup or anything like that. Nobody teased him for being different like that. Mainly, they focused on him being nerdy or quiet or something. He never found himself wishing his body was different or that his puberty was wrong.

But... sitting in his room in the dark, Dongju let himself wonder for a little bit. What happened at 2am didn't count, so he ignored it until morning.

What would it be like if his voice hadn't dropped in middle school and stayed slightly higher? Or what if his body was smaller and rounder, rather than the muscle his roommates had encouraged him to build?

Dongju clicked his phone off and slapped it down, throwing both hands over his face as if to avoid looking at his thoughts. Surely, there was no way that he liked some of these thoughts? There was no way he would want a different body or a lighter voice or to be accepted in longer hair and skirts. No, this was just slight sleep deprivation and a sign he should stop staying up so late googling this nonsense. He silently resolved to get a better sleep schedule over the next few weeks, which would solve everything.

Getting more sleep was pretty good for him, but it didn't solve anything in thinking about what he'd be like as a woman. If anything, it was worse because it also started being in his dreams. Some were more like his current self and experimenting, but some looked completely different.

Dongju would wake up and lay in bed, turning the dreams over in his mind until he woke up more and realized what was happening, shaking it away and ignoring it for the rest of the day.

Eventually, it wears him down a little, seeing the same dreams and thinking about the repetitive results he got when googling such personal experiences. There were some queer clubs/groups on campus, so he went out to one of them.

Thankfully, Dongju hadn't met any of the people before, so they just nod and accept him. They don't ask him any questions, and he didn't say much in return and instead just listens. It didn't provide any answers but is a friendly little community.

He went for a few weeks, becoming somewhat of a new regular. It came to the point where they start asking him questions.

Name? Easy. Pronouns? Dongju hadn't properly admitted it to himself yet, but exclusively he/him didn't feel quite correct anymore, and he didn't know what to replace it with either.

"Um... not sure yet. That's why I started coming here. He/they, I guess?" That was the best answer he could get out.

The person, Moonbyul, just nodded and didn't question it. She seemed really chill. He kept going, talking to more and more people and becoming less and less sure of everything. At some point, Moonbyul and another girl named Yoohyeon. He was a little scared at first, and it must have shown on his face because both laughed and assured him they were committed lesbians.

One night, he texts Moonbyul impulsively before he could convince himself not to.

Hey

Hello there

Can you try something out for me? She/her pronouns. Not in person, just like. A short text

interesting. sure Dongju is a new friend of mine. I think she's kinda cool

Dongju stared at the text for a while without responding, internally repeating it again and again. I think she's kinda cool. She is. She.

You alive over there?

Oh, um yeah Just.... yeah

It felt good?

Hah, I guess so

Well, welcome to the club I guess

Lol the club of what? Womaning? Am I a woman? Oh god

Hah, I'll let you figure that out I can't answer it for you Want me to tell anyone, or are you doing it yourself?

No, I'll do it myself. Just... give me some time He/they for a while, if you don't mind

Yeah, whatever you need Just lemme know when it's gonna be okay

Dongju sends a simple heart before closing her phone and then her eyes. Now what? Seriously, how do people deal with this and then move on? Who should she tell first? What should she tell them? How long should she wait? Now she knew, and there was only so long she'd be able to handle the wrong pronouns now that she knew the right ones and what they feel like.

She picked her phone back up and looked at the time. Damn, no time for a crisis right now, she had an assignment due that night that she'd done hardly any of.

After submitting the assignment Dongju was so exhausted from several hours of adrenaline-fueled work that she was exhausted and went right to bed. It took her a while to fall asleep, but she had no space to think of much.

The next day, she had nothing else pressing, so she spent almost an hour wondering what to do. After she eats breakfast she just sits at the table and stared into space. Her other roommates seem to be out or asleep, so none of them were there to ask what the fuck is going on and she could zone in and out in peace. The clock on her phone ticked over to 11am, and she decided to get out of there before her luck ran out and she had to explain or find some excuse.

When she returns to her room, Dongju is struck with sudden inspiration. Hyunjin! Xe'll obviously be okay with it and might even have some advice on what to do now. It's not a 1-1 exact experience, but it's something, and god knew she needed anything right now.

Hyunjin answered fast, and she was there a 30-minute bus ride later. One I'm here text and a knock later, and Hyunjin is practically bouncing as xe lets them in. Most of their boyfriend roommates were also home, so it was much louder, and Dongju stared wide-eyed. She'd been here before, but usually, it was much emptier and quieter. It made it less likely that someone would hear them talking over all the noise, which was nice.

Minho, Chan, and Seungmin all nod at her, and Jisung and Felix take a break from intense Mario Karting to wave. It was nice because she'd hardly talked to any of them, but they accept her like it's nothing just because she knew Hyunjin so well.

Hyunjin closed the door behind them and plops down on xyr bed, looking at Dongju.

"So, what's up? You never ask me to come over, and it seems serious."

Dongju starts fidgeting with her clothes awkwardly. How the fuck should she do this? Ugh.

"Um... well. Okay, I'm not sure sure yet, but I think I might be uh. Fuck, I hate this. Why is it so hard."

Hyunjin snorts before slapping a hand over xyr mouth to stop anything else. Xe stands up and forcefully pulls Dongju over to sit next to them.

"Unless you say you're like... getting married or something, I'm not gonna judge you. You see the fucking circus of people I live with. You're so normal in comparison to all of that."

It's genuinely a little reassuring to be "normal" for a minute. Dongju had been so caught up in feeling alone and not knowing who to go to that she forgot she was not completely alone. Personally, or just in other people who have these feelings.

"Thank you. I'm... I think I'm trans." She lets it hang in silence for a moment. "But you know, I'm not totally sure! I just had someone call me she over text, and it felt really nice. Yeah."

Dongju waits, staring down at her hands in her lap and waiting for Hyunjin's response.

"Okay, I was waiting to make sure you weren't gonna blurt out anything else. This is so exciting, though, oh my goodness! Am I the first person you told? Other than the friend you texted, who I definitely need to know more about." Dongju nodded slightly, and Hyunjin clapped in excitement. "Ah, I'm so honoured!"

Hyunjin launches xemself forward into a forceful hug on Dongju, who freezes for a minute but melts into it. She wasn't the biggest fan of hugs and whatnot, but she felt like she needed it now. They pull back, and Hyunjin is seriously beaming. It made Dongju a little less nervous, that this wasn't a bad thing and that maybe she'd make new friends or get closer to other friends.

"I get to be your little trans fairy godmother, this is wonderful. So, do you wanna tell me more about all of this? How did it happen, what are you doing now, any of that?"

Dongju laughed nervously, biting the inside of her cheek. "I'm not sure there is much to tell. It was months ago I started looking online cause I didn't feel like a man and thought it was just because I didn't feel like an adult yet. Then I started going to one of those college queer club things. That's where I met Moonbyul, the friend I texted, and she's super chill and open. I just randomly texted her and was like, hey, can you do something for me, use she/her pronouns in a message about me. She did and I don't even know how long I sat there looking at it, and it felt good, so I thought I was actually going insane. Like, no way. Yeah, that was, like, a week ago. And now I'm here."

Hyunjin looked at her with this strange little look on her face, like xe was proud and upset at the same time.

"Oh, my goodness. Little trans egg Dongju, not knowing what's happening. So you said not a man, but do you know what you might be more comfortable with now? Like, are you a girl, a woman, or not quite all the way that way? I just don't wanna say trans girl or trans woman or call you girlie if you're not, you know. And you don't have to have an answer yet! It's only been a week, so we can just keep testing what you like."

Dongju sits momentarily and thinks about it because she hadn't allowed herself to do so thus far. Is she a girl or a woman, or is she closer to some of those other terms she had seen?

She didn't know yet was the honest conclusion she came to, and she tells Hyunjin as much.

"Yeah, that's so fair! You've only known for like a week. So just tell me if I say something weird, or if I say something good!"

Hyunjin's the best person Dongju could've asked for on this journey. Xyr knowledgeable but also accepting and often upbeat. Of course, xe had xyr own serious and sensitive moments, but in general, xyr is just kind of chilling.

She spends another few hours there, just hanging out with one of her good friends, and it's lovely. Maybe she should get out more often, like Seoho said. God forbid she tell Seoho he was right about something, though, never.

As Dongju heads home, she considers when and how to tell her roommates about this. They're roommates and some of her closest friends, so there's no world where she didn't tell them. For now, everything was going perfectly fine. Her marks were good enough to pass, she'd got good friends, and she'd been learning more about herself. What more could someone ask for? Well, probably a whole lot more money, but that's beside the point.

But something had to break eventually, and in Dongju's opinion, it happened in the worst way.

It was another day, another Hyunjin visit.

In the house, they weren't in the habit of busting into other people's spaces, and to be fair, Geonhak did knock first. Unfortunately, the two seconds of warning provided was not enough for Dongju to make any meaningful attempt to hide. Geonhak must be way more flustered than Dongju could have guessed because it took a solid few seconds before he noticed.

His face got all red, and he couldn't stop staring. Dongju would like nothing more than to somehow evaporate. Or turn invisible, or teleport, or literally anything to make Geonhak stop staring like that. It made her feel itchy, and wrong. Even though she knew she wasn’t doing anything wrong, it's a piece of fabric.

"Are you gonna say anything? I feel uncomfortable and I'm not even involved." Hyunjin speaks, breaking the tenuous silence.

Dongju couldn't tell if she should thank xem or smack xem. Geonhak flinches like he was hit and starts about 6 different sentences before he commits to one.

"You look good, Dongju. Seriously. But, uh, if my laptop isn't in here, I should go. Have fun."

Geonhak waved awkwardly and then closed the door behind him. Dongju breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Could he have been lying? Sure, maybe. He wouldn't do that, he wouldn't say something like that just to spare someone's feelings, and certainly not Dongju's. They'd known each other for too long to pretend like that.

She'd take what she could get because it was nice. Hearing it from Geonhak directly gave her a little confidence boost. Maybe she'd show him more pretty things in the future, if the mere thought of doing so didn't make her want to explode.

"That was good! I've been telling you they won't care. First guy down, and he was the one you cared most about!"

Now it's Dongju's turn to flinch, because she certainly had not told Hyunjin about her crush on Geonhak. She would remember that.

"Who said he was the most important one? Who are your sources?" Dongju raises one eyebrow, trying her best to look suspicious and not nervous.

It did nothing for her, so the effort was really just wasted.

"Oh come on. Whenever I brought up telling somebody you'd always mention him first. Every single time. I'm not that stupid."  

Dongju had no counter to that, unfortunately. She simply sighed, then nodded and watched as Hyunjin grinned in triumph.

After the Geonhak skirt fiasco, Dongju decided to move along a little more because clearly, things would come to light whether she wanted them to or not. And Dongju did not like being out of control like that, not about her own identity. So she planned, and she wondered, and she panicked, and she cried a little. Ultimately, she knew she couldn't control her friend's thoughts and reactions and would just have to trust that they would accept her.  

"Hey, uh, guys?" Dongju peeked around the door, and all their heads snapped over to her at her voice.

It's clear they're all anxiously waiting, because she gave them almost no information on what was happening. Just that she had an announcement. Geonhak looked a little more relaxed, he must assume he already knew what this is about. If it were any other situation Dongju might have laughed, but she was too stressed about this to even try. He was about to get the shock of a lifetime.

"Okay, first of all, this." She hesitated a moment before stepping out from behind the door.

Hwanwoong is the first one to say anything, "cute!"

Agreements from everyone else ring out after. Geonhak leaned back onto the couch a little bit with a smug smile.

"I already told you I think you look good in this one." He said.

It's true, and precisely why she chose this skirt specifically. Geonhak wouldn't steer her wrong, which gave her peace knowing he would be behind her for this part. The rest of them explode, demanding to know why he got to see before the rest of them. Dongju rolls her eyes, these guys never change.

"It was an accident! Stop all your complaining, my ears hurt." She shuts them up fast, but they still don't look happy. Hwanwoong in particular side-eyes Geonhak and if she didn't want to avoid another argument Dongju might have laughed.

"But you said first of all right? So I feel like there's something else still." Seoho said, turning back to her.

Ah, trust Seoho to pick up on and remember that. Oldest of the friend group, always paying too much attention.

"Yeah." Dongju sighed.

She went over her mental script and the answers for the immediate questions she had a feeling they'd have.

"This is really hard, so I'll tell you when I'm done. Just… wait." She pauses, trying to force the words out of her mouth. "I'm trans. I'm a girl. And if that changes anything between us I'm sorry, but I can't live like this anymore. Hearing 'he' is grating, and being called a man makes me want to claw my skin off. I'm sure you have questions, ask away. Unless you just wanna kick me out right now. Yeah, I guess that's all.."

A few seconds of silence pass as they all process everything she'd said. Geonhak got there first, his face twisting in displeasure.

"We're not kicking you out. If anyone wants you to leave just because of this, I'm telling them to leave, not you."

A few tears well up, but Dongju starts blinking them away, determined not to cry about this in front of them. They all agreed quickly after that, and Dongju couldn't be more relieved.

"It might be hard at first, and I'm sorry for when I say something wrong. But you're still you, and I still love you." Seoho said.

Damn you, Seoho. That did it. Dongju crouched and hunched in on herself, suddenly sobbing almost violently. An explosion of emotion that no one was prepared for. All 4 men close in quickly to try and comfort her, murmuring comforting words. What Dongju is even less ready for is Geonhak petting her hair. It felt so good that she leaned towards him a little, only realizing when her side hits his knee, and she jerks back.

He didn't push it, which Dongju was very thankful for. She could only handle so many emotions at once, and flustered embarrassment would not be one of them. It took a while, and at some point, they all have to sit down to avoid their legs and feet going numb. Eventually, Dongju's tears slow, and she begins to breathe correctly again.

Someone's warmth disappears from behind her, and half a minute later, Keonhee crouches in front of her, a large glass of water in hand. She took it gratefully and downed it, not realizing just how dehydrated all that crying made her.

She did feel a little more clear-headed now. No one was upset, they all rushed to comfort her, and everything was still okay. Nothing is perfect, but things should get a little easier now.

What did not get any easier is having feelings for Geonhak, but at this point, Dongju expects that. She wasn’t even sure if her gender complicates things because she'd never heard of him with someone else, and he didn't talk about it either, at least not with her. And she'd rather fling herself into space than ask him, so she did some information-gathering first. In the process, she learns some harsh truths.

"Oh, are you thinking of finally confessing to him?" Hwanwoong asked.

Alarming statements all around, considering she had not spoken a word of her feelings to him. Lying to Hwanwoong was useless, especially since she was sure her shock was written all over her face already.

"Who told you? I bet it was Hyunjin. I never should have trusted that snake." Dongju bit her lip and contemplates the best method of revenge for this betrayal.

"What? No. I figured it out because when he's not looking, you look at him like he's the best thing since iced americanos. It would be sweet if it weren't so awful."

What if she murders this guy one day because spewing such absolute nonsense should be a crime. Surely, she looked at Geonhak in a completely normal way.

"Like he personally puts the moon up every night. I think it's sweet, but you didn't seem ready to talk about it, so I didn't say anything." Seoho said, staring at her and shrugging.

"This may be the worst day of my life," Dongju declares, and Seoho sputters. "My roommates know I have feelings for this guy, but I didn't tell any of them. What am I doing wrong?"

"Are you always this dramatic? Or does Geonhak just inspire that in you?"

Dongju ignores him in favour of pondering how her life led to this point. If she was so obvious about it, did Geonhak know too? He wasn’t the most observant guy, but it wasn’t like he was completely oblivious. Now, she had to deal with a new layer of nervousness around him, as if she wasn't doing badly enough already.

Despite that, she manages to be reasonable and normal around him, or she assumes. It all crumbles when they're out one day. They're all just walking around together, being menaces and taking up the whole sidewalk. Suddenly, Seoho flinches and sidesteps into Dongju, who yelps and glares. Seoho defends himself very quickly by pointing to the kid attached to his leg, who looked to be on the verge of tears. Geonhak moved so fast, and Dongju took a half-step back in shock.

"Hey, little buddy. My name is Geonhak, what's yours?"

The kid hesitates, clearly heeding stranger danger warnings but too far from any parental figure to say no.

"Hajun."

"Nice to meet you, Hajun! These are my friends. Can we help you find your parents? I bet they're very worried. Where did you see them last?"

"Back there. But they were going that way. I just wanted to look at the cool toys." His eyes start welling up again, but Geonhak is faster.

"Very good! You wanna go up on my shoulders? Then you can tell us about them, and we can all look together."

That dried the tears quickly, and Hajun nodded so fast that Dongju worried for his neck. Geonhak crouched down, and Seoho leaned down to assist Hajun's little legs up. Hajun squeals when Geonhak stands, and he flew up. For a moment, Dongju relived the weightless feeling she remembers as a child. She snapped out of it when they started walking, and Hajun began to talk.

"My mommy is kind of short, and she says one day I'll be taller than her. I'm so excited. But I won't be taller than my dad 'cause he's tall like you, Geonhak-ssi!"

Incredibly cute but not helpful. Many women were short, and plenty of men were tall, like Geonhak. Dongju was hoping that Hajun's parents recognized him and come over because she wasn’t sure that he would be helpful in their search.

"I bet you'll grow tall like your dad, Hajun. What are your parents wearing? Some cool outfit just like you?" Geonhak asked, and thank goodness for him. Dongju didn't know where they'd be otherwise right now.

Of course, Hajun only locks on to the most important part of that message. "You think my outfit is cool? Thanks Geonhak-ssi! I think your outfit is cool, too."

Dongju had to admit the kid had taste. Geonhak had a monochrome outfit on, and Dongju had been staring. A black and white jacket, a white shirt with some indeterminate design, and lethal black skinny jeans. She had tripped several times today because she was staring at his ass. In her defense, it's a nice ass!

"Thanks, buddy. What cool outfits are your parents wearing?" Dongju mentally congratulates Hwanwoong on the seamless transition.

"They're not wearing cool outfits! Not like you, mister." Hwanwoong visibly preened at the compliment, and in Dongju's opinion, it was horrifying. "My dad is wearing his weirdo One Piece shirt, and my mom is wearing her nerdy Sailor Moon shirt. They always argue about which one is better. I think it's dumb cause Naruto is better. Obviously."

"Obviously." Keonhee laughed, and Dongju found herself laughing along, too, amused by this child's certainty about his opinions.

They walk, and they keep walking. Dongju was starting to get worried that Hajun's parents were behind them somewhere or crossed the street to look and that they weren't going to find them. But she didn't say anything, so they just kept going.

"Hajun!" They hear, and they all whip around to find the source.

Two people frantically pushed through the crowd towards them and shouted for Hajun. Hajun himself starts wiggling, and it took quick moves from Keonhee to avoid either Hajun or Geonhak getting injured. Hajun and his parents meet in the middle in a heartwarming moment. His mother looked near crying, clearly frantic about losing her son for several minutes. His father hardly looked any better, but Dongju could see the panic melting away into relief. After a minute or three, they stand and look at the group.

"Thank you so much for helping him. We were so afraid when we looked down, and he wasn't there anymore. I should have been paying more attention." Hajun's mother said.

"No, no, it was my pleasure. He's a very well-behaved kid, you're doing well with him." Geonhak said sheepishly.

"You're very kind, thank you. Okay. Hajun, buddy. What do you say to the kind people?" Hajun's father bent down and asked.

Hajun gasped, bowing to them all. "Thank you, Geonhak-ssi and friends! I had fun."

Hajun stands and beams at them all, and they all look back at him, smiling just as sweetly. Of course, Dongju is drawn to look at Geonhak's smile. He seemed to be smiling the widest of them all, and Dongju would bet 10 bucks that he was already attached to Hajun.

It was devastating, and Dongju is barely holding herself together. She was able to keep it together while searching because that was much more pressing, but now Hajun is safe, and she had nothing else to focus on. The family walks away, talking happily amongst themselves and moving on with their day.

Thankfully no one is paying attention to her, and she had a few moments to pull herself together while they all discussed Hajun's cuteness on a scale from 1-10. Or, she thought no one was looking at her, but she heard her name in the middle of one of her deep breaths. It's a tone so familiar that her eyes snap open and immediately slide over to him. True to form, Geonhak is looking at her, practically staring her down and analyzing her from head to toe. She knew the man better than almost anyone else and still found it intimidating.

"You okay, Ju? You seemed upset." Geonhak asked.

"Of course! Just a little tired and stressed from being surrounded by all these people, you know how it is." Dongju throws on her best little smile and prays it's good enough for him to believe.

It seemed to be, as Geonhak watched her for a few seconds longer, then nodded his head, seemingly seeing what he needed.

"Okay. Let me know if you need a break. We can go to the side, or I can take you home."

Dongju could kiss him on the damn mouth right now, but that would defeat the whole point of her holding her feelings in. Instead, she just nodded, and they kept moving on with their original plans for the day out. They still circle back to Hajun occasionally, talking about how cute he was or how it was good he found them and not some creepy people, but mostly how cute he was. It's mostly Geonhak leading that part of the conversation, and Dongju had to actively and viciously squash down the thought of Geonhak with his own children and what they would look like.

They enter some random store, and a few minutes in, Seoho pulls her over to the side and starts whispering before Dongju could even process what was happening.

"You looked like you were in pain while Geonhak talked about that kid. Are you okay?"

Dongju externally just sighed, but inside, she was crying and about to lose it. Was she really that obvious? Oh, god. Hopefully, Geonhak was too distracted thinking about Hajun and didn't notice. But he was so observant, so he probably did, and thought she was a total weirdo. It was over.

"Dong. Ju. Shut that head up and answer me." Seoho hisses.

"Fine, I'm fine. Typical crisis about how cute he is with kids, no biggie. I just have to pray he didn't notice me being weird." Dongju shook her head.

Seoho waved it off. "Not much weirder than you normally are, it'll be fine."

Dongju is about to ask exactly what the hell that is supposed to mean, but Geonhak decided it is the perfect time for him to appear.

"Why are you two hiding in the corner? You could've told us if you wanna leave." Geonhak tilted his head, and Dongju had to take a deep breath before she said something stupid. It was really a problem.

"Nothing, nothing. Our little Ju is just having some boy problems." Seoho grins wickedly and casually strolls off, leaving Dongju silently plotting how to murder him quietly but painfully.

When she looked over, Geonhak looked... strange. When he saw her looking, he smiled and put on his older brother face.

"Boy problems, huh? You know you can come to me for those. We gotta make sure he's good enough for you." Geonhak said seriously, and it took everything in Dongju's muscles not to react in any of the immediate ways she wanted to.

"Ah.... seriously. You'd like him. He's protective, kind, smart, and funny. Too good to be liking someone like me." Dongju sighed, staring at her feet.

Geonhak made some strange set of offended noises. When Dongju looked up, she saw his accompanying twisted face and knew what was about to come.

"He'd be an absolute fool not to like you! If he's that dumb, then you're too good for him." Geonhak said.

Once again, Dongju had to tamp down the ironic laugh that wanted to jump out. She wishes she could tell him not to be so mean to himself, but she categorically refuses to confess publicly. If she had to do it, it would not be in some tacky clothing store in the middle of the day.

"Thanks. Anyways, not like I'm going to do anything about it. So, if he likes me back then we'll never know."

Geonhak wanted to protest, she could see it in his face, but Keonhee popped up from behind a rack and told him to come look at something. How neither of them saw that man the size of a tree walking over was entirely unknown, but Geonhak smiled awkwardly and shrugged. Dongju laughed a little at him and waved him off.

It hurts to be so close yet so far. Was Geonhak's praise a platonic or, romantic or other type of praise? At least it was genuine, which always felt good, but it made her heart go wild in a way that she shouldn't know if she should be accepting or not. He didn't seem overly bothered by her so-called "boy problems," which told her nothing.

Dongju had always and would always go to her mother for help if she needed something. That bond hadn't broken through time and change, and she loves her mother through all of it.

The first piece of advice is entirely expected.

"Give him food, honey! Everyone loves food, and not having to make it is nice. You've always said that man of yours is like a vacuum for food, and you know he'll appreciate the effort."

Dongju felt herself light up like a fire truck at "that man of yours" and immediately starts whining. It's a good thing she remembered to put her headphones in before this because if anyone else is home, they do not need to hear this. They'd teased her about this enough as is. Her mother laughed and ignored all of Dongju's very valid complaints.

"I've seen that man, and I know you'll get him. Though, you should do it quickly, just in case. Someone else might come along, and he might choose them if he doesn't know you're an option." Her mother said wisely.

Dongju just sighed because she knew, but hearing it from someone else was scary. Sitting back and watching Geonhak fall in love with someone else would tear her apart. If she tried, she'd know it wasn't meant to be and could try to move on.

"Ah, yeah. I know."

"If you know, then why haven't you done it yet, my girl! Make him your man properly."

Dongju's heart warmed hearing "my girl" come so naturally from her mother's mouth. It had taken a bit of accidental slip-ups, but her mother was so proactive that it was over quickly.

"I should do it soon, right? Kick everyone out and then surprise him after the gym or something. Yeah."

"Yes! It'll be perfect, he'll be so hungry, and then you can get out of your own head and talk to him when he's done."

Dongju's jaw nearly cracks at how quickly it drops open in sheer offense at her mother calling her out. She might be correct, but damn, she didn't need to say it like that! Her mother just cackles through the phone and waves goodbye, hanging up before she could get upset. Dongju lets out a short yell and then groans loudly, flopping back into her pillow pile.

After a short moment, a knock came at her door and opened after she called out some strange, probably affirmative, noise. Of course, Geonhak peeked around the corner, smirking in amusement when he saw her body flopped haphazardly all over the blankets and pillows.

"Everything okay in here? Nothing seems broken." He cautiously looked around, searching for anything broken or injured.

"No, I'm okay. Sorry. My mom was teasing me when I called her, and then she hung up before I could get her back."

Geonhak laughed, and Dongju pouted at him until he noticed.

"I love your mom, seriously. Is she gonna come down again soon? It's been a while."

"Why do you like my mother so much! She's gonna adopt you as her own damn son at this rate."

Geonhaks clicked his tongue and shook his head at her. Dongju felt slightly offended by it but let him speak before she ripped his head off. He should have felt lucky that he was so pretty (and kind and funny and-) because Hwanwoong would absolutely not be given that grace.

"You gotta make good impressions on everyone's moms for 2 reasons: they would believe you about anything and give you banging free food." Geonhak nodded slowly, like he'd just told Dongju the secrets of the universe.

He wasn’t wrong, but it was a little lackluster. For now, he lived.

Dongju had planned everything out, and it would convince Geonhak that she was very dateable. Until that confession happened, Dongju's roommates would still have to deal with her rants regularly. She loved them, even if she'd never say it.

Today's victim was Seoho.

"Seriously, dude. Seeing him with that kid permanently rewired my brain, I swear to god." She groans.

Seoho looked at her for a moment. "I don't know how that's possible, given how down bad you were before."

Dongju sits up, mouth hanging open and glaring at Seoho. She flops back into his pillows when he simply raises an eyebrow, silently screaming and kicking her feet.

"1. Rude. 2. It is possible. My brain is losing it 24/7. Do you understand how hard it was not to say something like 'hi, Geonhak! After seeing you with that child, I can't stop thinking about having an apartment with you and seeing you wake up in the morning and you coming home to me after working your day as a teacher!' He'd have me committed to a fucking psych ward. I'd probably deserve it at this rate 'cause what is this."

Seoho opened his mouth to say something, but someone hesitantly knocked at his door before he could. Dongju immediately freezes and looked about halfway to passing out then and there. Seoho stands but waits a minute to ensure she won't be doing that before swinging the door open.

She couldn't see Seoho's expression from there, and there was no time to say anything before he went past the person in the doorway. And who else walks in but Geonhak himself. She couldn’t do this right now, absolutely not. Apparently, she was rooted to her spot by some freeze instinct and possibly some masochistic will to see what he'd say. Assuming he heard what she had said before and didn't just happen to come in.

"So. You wanna live in a cute apartment with me and see my horrible morning bedhead?" Geonhak asked sheepishly, playing with his fingers and not looking at her.

Internally, she wondered how he was acting like the nervous one right now.

"I mean. Right now I'd much prefer going to drown in the nearest body of water, actually." Dongju stared at the ceiling, wondering how her life had come to this point.

"Um, I'd appreciate it if you didn't do that. Taking a soaking, drowned body on a date seems like a pretty bad time for everybody."

She had to sit and blink for a good 30 seconds or so just trying to process what that man just said. Surely, he didn't say date. Surely, he just said... something that sounds like date and had a similar meaning but wasn't. She had to sit up and look at him when he said nothing else. He was still fidgeting with his fingers and not looking at her.

"Did you just say date? Like a romantic type of date?"

"Yes. And if you're not going to drown yourself, then I'd like to take your very alive self on one instead. If you want to anyways, we obviously don't ha-"

His nervous rambling gave Dongju the strength and rage to push herself off the bed and stalk over to him.

"How did you hear me telling Seoho that I want you to come home to me and still wonder if I want to go on a date with you?"

Geonhak stayed silent and just took one, then two, slow steps toward her, stopping just far enough away that she could feel his presence.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered.

She nodded before thinking and stared at him, waiting and not daring to move. He raises his hand and lays it lightly on her cheek before leaning in. Dongju's eyes flutter closed and she stayed in the dark for a moment for him. When their lips touched, he put his other hand on her waist, and all she wanted to feel was more. She couldn't tell him that, but she tried to push a little into his hand anyway.

Their first kiss is short, and sweet, and she pulls back less than a centimeter before going back for more. Her arms feel awkward by her side, so she put them on his broad shoulders. Finally, she got to feel the results of all his workouts instead of just staring longingly. And, presumably, she'd be able to do that a lot more now, too. Delightful.

It still wasn’t enough for her, and Dongju looped her arms around his neck and pushed herself closer, pressing their chests together. Geonhak made a surprised little noise, but it only seemed to inspire him to grab her waist firmer with both hands. Exactly the way she wanted. The half-second pull away to breathe quickly stopped being enough, and Dongju leaned back then laid her forehead on his shoulder.

"Fuck." She breathed, and then giggled a little at her own breathlessness.

Geonhak laughed with her, holding her close. It's perfect. Everything is warm and comfortable, just as Geonhak always had been for her.

#oneus fluff #oneus angst #oneus mxm #clownracha prompt #clownracha monthly prompt #clownracha quarterly prompt #idk how we're tagging this now so we're just doing both this time #my writing

[kumo-is-kumo]

over and over (till we see the plenilune)

ravn/seoho (seojo)

nc17

gods au, hades youngjo, human seoho, hermes geonhak, implied character death, romance, fluff, smut

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#oneus #fiction #seojo

[byeongqueen]

i would like to request some leedo fluff😳 you can choose what it can be about!

Hi, thank you for the request ! Not the work I'm the most proud of, but I hope you'll like it still.

Pairing : Leedo x Reader

Genre : Fluff, mentions of reader hurting themselves, blood I guess, but really minor

Word count : 658

You were aprt of the stage crew for Oneus et Onewe’s joined concert. Tonight was the last of the tour, and everything had to be perfect. Your boss was pressuring you and the other members a lot because of that. And to top it all, the owners of the venue gave you the right to access fairly late. So you were all there, running like crazy, trying to make up for the time you had already lost.

You were working on one of the platforms, a large one on which Oneus was going to be standing. You had to be extra careful with those, if anything isn’t correctly screwed, or fixed, then it could be really dangerous for the group. Speaking of them, they had started entering the venue, some of them vlogging as they did so. You had had the opportunity to talk to them a bit, and sometimes eve hangout, and they were amazing. They were really funny, accessible, and especially kind, to anyone that they met. You promised yourself to go greet them once you were done with this. But as you put your attention back on the platform, one of the parts moved, and came crushing your wrist in the process. You removed your arm as quick as possible, a little yelp escaping your mouth, even though you tried to conceal it. You held your wrist in your other hand, soothing it. There was a fairly large cut, and it was already starting to bruise. You heard footsteps coming your way, and prepared yourself to be yelled at by your boss. But instead, it was a deep and sweet voice, laced with concern.

“Hey, are you okay? I heard you?” Geonhak looked down to see you holding your wrist. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“I’m good don’t worry, I think I just messed up something, I deserved it.” You said sheepishly as you got up, to replace the part that moved. A shooting pain struck your arms as you moved it, and you winced.

“You’re obviously not fine.. You should get that wrist checked up, its bleeding.” Geonhak was even more worried now. He couldn’t bear see you in pain. He had to admit that since the beginning of the tour, he started having a soft spot for him. “There’s a medical tent over there, let me take you.”

“I can’t we’re so late already!”

You tried to go back to your work, but Geonhak held you up. He was really not going to let it slip, and gave you a stern, but still soft look. You finally agreed to be taken to be seen, and Geonhak grabbed your other hand, to lead you there. You couldn’t help but blush a little at his action.

The nurse checked your wrist and bandaged it tight, telling you that you should still definitely go the Emergency Room right after the concert, to undergo some x-rays. Geonhak nodded, and assured that he would take you there himself.

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The concert went well. You helped putting down the stage, trying to ignore the shooting pain in all of your forearm. Once everything was done, Geonhak was patiently waiting for you. He took you to the hospital, as promised.

You got there, and were met by a waiting room that was completely full.

“Come on, let’s go home, I’m okay..” You pleaded. “And you must be so tired.”

“Not enough to let you be in pain.”

He sat down, and made you sit next to him. He still held your non-hurt hand in his big ones, caressing it. You smiled at how sweet he was, your heart beating slightly faster. Tiredness was starting to get the best of you, and your eyes slowly closed by themselves. Geonhak wrapped an arm around you, inclining you to lean against his shoulder.

“Rest up, you’ve had a long day. Thank you for everything you do for us, we’re really glad to have you.”

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[yeongwvnhi]

Requested by anon <3

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Conversation Angst Prompt 15;"It feels like everyone just forgot I exist" & Conversation Fluff Prompt 30; "I'm so in love with you"

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Pairing - Geonhak x genderneutral reader

Genre - Angst, Fluff

Warnings - crying(?), doubting oneself, being insecure about oneself

Taglist - @twancingyunhoe

Word count - 566

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Geonhak and you were pretty good friends, but he hasn't heard from you in a while, so obviously he got worried. 

He was still a bit shy about texting you first, even though he's known you for a bit over 2 years already, but he knew that you were aware of his shyness. 

Yet it wasn't normal of you to not shoot him a text in over 3 days. Since he wasn't big on words Geonhak decided to pay you a visit, making use of the spare keys you gave him in case you were to forget yours, which actually happened a few times. 

He enters your apartment and takes off his shoes before announcing himself. "Y/N? Are you home?" 

The lack of a reply is odd to him, so he steps into your living space and looks around. Everything looked untouched, only a messy blanket which was laying on the sofa indicated life in there. Geonhak was confused and worried as hell to say the least, frantically looking around and rushing through the rooms when he notices the door to your bedroom is slightly open. 

He enters the room, the only light in there coming from where he was standing. 

You were laying in your bed, shaking and a pillow pressed over your face. "Hey, what's wrong?!" Geonhak immediately gets worried and rushes towards you, carefully prying the pillow out of your grasp and putting it down beside him. "Why are you crying? Are you hurt?" He asks, taking a hold of your hand. 

You weakly shake your head, covering your face with your free hand and hoping to escape from his sharp yet worried eyes. 

Lately you just weren't feeling like yourself, your persona made a 180° turn and you went from being talkative to just being quiet towards your friends. To you it just felt like you were annoying them more than anything, always being the one to text them first. It made you feel so insecure about yourself that you just decided to not text anyone at all to see if they actually cared, but that backfired when really no one bothered to check up on you. 

Well, besides Geonhak.

"Talk to me" He says and pulls you into a sitting position, gently pushing your face against his chest. "Why are you crying?" He repeats his question. 

You take a minute to gather yourself. "I-It feels like every-everyone just forgot I ex-exist" you stammer with a quiet, broken voice. "No one b-bothered to try and contact me" 

Geonhak feels his heart clench at what you tell him, feeling bad for not overcoming his shyness and just text you. He hugs you tightly. "I'm sorry for not texting you…" he mumbles, "I don't know why I can't ever text you first" that was a lie. He knows. 

"It's okay" you sniffle, "at least y-you're here now" 

Geonhak sits with you, softly stroking your arm as he listens to your breathing evening out, being sure you've fallen asleep. "I'm really sorry for not reaching out to you sooner" he mumbles quietly, "I'm just… I'm so in love with you" 

You know it's wrong to just pretend you're sleeping, but what else could you do now? You were a mess and your mind was tired, so you decide to tell him how you feel in the morning, falling into a restful slumber for now. 

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[appleteez]

Leedo (oneus) + car + drive to see the sunset

Genre: Fluff

The music is lowly playing filling the car with background noises. Geonhak’s eyes are concentrated on the road but it doesn’t stop him from lovingly rubbing my thigh with his right hand. I’m laid back into the seat, my feet on the dashboard and my eyes threatening to flutter shut.

“Don’t fall asleep now, we’re almost there.” He says in his low yet caring voice. I snap my eyes open and smile.

“Yes sir~” I coo, my voice sounding half asleep making him chuckle lowly. I shift in my seat to lean a bit more towards him so I can reach his hair and play with it. “My beautiful boyfriend~” He turns his head to look at me with an amused smile.

“I’m beautiful?”

“So beautiful~ I think I’m gonna watch you watch the sunset.”

“Pfft~” He laughs a little embarrassed by what I just said and it makes me laugh.

“Thank you~”

“Mhh?” He turns his head looking a bit confused.

“I really needed that. A road trip and.. watching the sunset with the love of my life~” I exaggerate on the last part and his rolls his eyes.

“You’re welcome.”

“I love you~”

“And I love you too~” He smiles as his hand squeezes my thigh, my fingers still lightly playing with his dark locks.

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[tomoonine]

oneus and their love languages

Hello there! I think this qualifies as a headcannon (?), would you do something like that about how Oneus would show love to their s/o, maybe their love languages? Btw, your writing is always so beautifully creative and detailed!

☽. after struggling through a semester, i’m back !! happy 2021 everyone !! sorry also if this took a while;;; the love languages are meant to describe a specific person’s preferred expressions of love so this is me basically assigning them love languages. most of the time, one’s personal love language is also how they express their own affection towards someone else so i hope this is alright!! (❁´◡`❁) if you enjoyed reading this, check out more in my masterlist! requested: yes; anon word count: 1.3k words

according to gary chapman (1992) there are five ways to express and experience love: words of affirmation, physical touch, receiving gifts, quality time, and acts of service.

[RAVN] — physical touch and acts of service

I don’t think we can deny that Youngjo is a touchy person;;; Plus, he’s very affectionate with the rest of Oneus so just imagine how much that would increase should he be in a relationship with someone;;;

Hugs? Hand-holding? Kisses? Cuddles? Massages? You name it, he’d love it for you and himself !! Please, he’s honestly ready to smother someone with affection, it’s in his Gaze !!

But he doesn’t limit himself to romantic advances such as these, he’s definitely the type to keep a hand on you at all times

There’s always a hand on your back wherever you go, he’s ready to give affectionate pats, and maybe his hand will find its way through your hair

Either way, he’s showing his love through gentle touches and he’d definitely would like these reciprocated 

Though aside from that, I see someone as caring as Youngjo with a love language like acts of service

It might be motivated by his role as the eldest member, but he’s always there to help and care for the members

Such a role must be difficult to do, so I imagine how much he’d appreciate someone who would be with him through everything and remind him that he can relax too !! Someone who will let him know that they’re there to help

[Seoho] — words of affirmation and receiving gifts

Oh Seoho..... he really loves it when people compliment him, his smile is so precious every time ( T﹏T )

Especially since he’s been being more active in the music-production process, he really loves receiving praises for his work!! Do you ever think about how happy he looks whenever someone brings up Dizzy? He’s so precious :,)

With a significant other, I think even the simplest kind words would make Seoho utterly happy, and it doesn’t really matter if he’s asking for affirmation or you’re willingly it

What matters is that anything that can remind him that he’s doing well will make him feel complete, and motivate him to strive harder

Though at the same time, I feel like receiving gifts would be perfect for him too!!

And I say this because I’m sure so many people have gifted him Pepe-related items, and I see him using them often

So I do feel inclined to say that he may be the type to appreciate any form of gift, especially they come from the heart!! More so if they’re items you know he holds sentimental value over, like Pepe-related items

But gifts would make him feel happy that you’re thinking of him, and words of affirmation remind him that you love him with all your heart

[Leedo] — words of affirmation and quality time

He’s expressed his struggles to form the right words, so I believe that Geonhak would truly appreciate someone who could understand him and brings the words in his mind to life

I’d also like to highlight once again how important trust is, in my belief at least, to Geonhak, so I definitely see him with a partner who would actively listen to him and make him feel validated

Despite his struggles though, I think we, as fans, can really see his effort when he sends messages and letters to us, he’s really thoughtful and he’s genuinely looking after everyone :,) i’m so soft pls

So in that sense, I see him having such a love language, but apart from that I’m also inclined to believe that he might identify with quality time as well!!

He just seems like the type of person who would like a partner that’d be well-integrated in his life, so maybe you’ll catch him inviting you to the gym (whether or not you decide to exercise with him is up to you), to a coffee shop, pretty much anywhere!!

Maybe even just within the comforts of home, just as long as you’re there uwu

He also appears to be someone who may enjoy private and more intimate moments with his partner, so quality time would seem very fitting too

In the end, Geonhak is a soft guy who sees trust as very vital, and these languages help build up that foundation!!

[Keonhee] — receiving gifts and quality time

Do you ever remember how happy Keonhee was when he received Ryan-themed items? Because I do, it lives in my mind rent-free and I just really want to see him that happy everyday

Though I don’t see Keonhee as someone who actively seeks material items, he seems more like the type of person who considers even sent pictures via chat as gifts

In the same way he keeps everyone updated with his many selcas, I think Keonhee would feel grateful that his partner would gift him simple things because it will make him feel that he’s part of your life, and that you want him to be with you through even the most mundane of days

This is also why I feel like quality time would be his other love language, in terms of integration in each others’ lives

Quality time as a love language also entails uninterrupted and focused conversations, and Keonhee definitely would have a lot to share because of how much he enjoys discussions and conversations (he’s said it himself, he can be quite introspective !!)

A partner who would value their time together as much as Keonhee would may be important to him !! 

Time itself is a gift, and every memory made with you is a blessing Keonhee will always be grateful for uwu

[Hwanwoong] — acts of service and physical touch

I admit, it took me a long time to decide which would fit Hwanwoong best? I feel like it’s because Hwanwoong’s love language may be a hybrid of these 5 or a completely unconventional one

But after enough research, I think Hwanwoong’s would be acts of service first and physical touch second!! Although physical touch would only manifest after a well-established relationship

I’ve seen Hwanwoong actively taking care of people around him, regardless if they’re a friend or a stranger, so I feel that he’d identify well with it

There have been testimonies saying how Hwanwoong helped people from being pushed, there are also clips of him taking care of the members (wiping sweat off, and the like)

Hwanwoong in everything gives his all, and his kind heart is always ready to give, so having someone who would give back to him will definitely bring a great change to him!!

But I see him having physical touch as a love language, even if he’s insisted that he’s not a fan of public displays of affection

I swear, through my research I have seen him sneaking a hand on members’ thighs, giving gentle pats of affection...

Plus, I think that dancing has taught him how to express his feelings through bodily movement, so I think he’d be very much capable of expressing affection and experiencing affection

Just as long as it’s consented HAHAHAHA but that’s just what I think !

[XION] — quality time and words of affirmation

Truthfully, Dongju actually seems like he could fit almost any of the five... For one, he seems like very affectionate person depending on who he’s with... quite an affectionate biter too, if you ask me

Then he’s definitely someone who appreciates trinkets and gifts that remind him of things he loves... Also someone who looks after people around him in his own special way...

Though ultimately, I decided to push through with discussing the aforementioned two !!

I decided with quality time because of how often Dongju actually holds solo vlives, posts on social media, and how long his messages usually are

He really goes out of his way to communicate with fans because he finds it healing for him, and I do believe that spending quality time with someone he loves would make him feel fulfilled in some way

Meanwhile for words of affirmation, I think, alongside how much love he puts in his messages for fans, it might be something he desires for himself

Dongju works hard to improve on his skills as an idol, and I think hearing words of encouragement and affirmation from time to time will make him feel validated for his hard work

Time and kind words are something he willingly gives, and I think for him to receive it will truly make him feel loved !!

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[babysubinnie]

just one look // kim geonhak (leedo)

🌙 pairing:: kim geonhak x reader 🌙 genre:: fluff, daycare teacher!geonhak 🌙 summary:: after working with geonhak for a long time, it seemed like he didn’t have any feelings for you, but after staring at him for a while, you may have started to see differently.  ——————————————————————————

the two of us worked at a daycare, and we were the only two teachers. yeah the kids always tell us that the two of us are so cute together, but we never even thought about it, well i did but not much. it was of course one of my daily thoughts.

today, we got a new kid that transferred from a different daycare. his name was jaxon and apparently was not the best behaved kid, but that didn’t matter to us. we were set for any situation possible. geonhak and i were the only ones in the daycare for the morning and as he was getting everything set up for the morning, he looked gorgeous. 

“yes y/n? do you want to help me or do you want to tell me how good i look today?” he chuckled as he put down the last placemat for the kids. i stood there in shock at what i was hearing. i laughed it off but of course i was flustered. he just called me out. i started helping him open up, and the kids started arriving. when i was with the kids, there was nothing in the world i would rather be doing. they made me so goddamn happy. 

“y/n can you come take jessi to the bathroom please?” he smiled at me before i walked jessi to the bathroom holding her hand on the way. she giggled at me when she noticed that i was smiling because of geonhak. 

“do you like geonhak oppa?” she laughed and i shook my head as i watched to make sure she wouldn’t fall into the toilet. i looked down at the ground thinking about it. did i like him? when we walked back out of the washroom, jessi ran back to her table to which i looked up to see geonhak talking to who i was guessing is jaxon. 

“i’m this many!” he held up three fingers in geonhak’s face which i laughed to. it was a cute scene. he was amazing with kids it was almost illegal to be that good with kids. when geonhak was with kids, all i wanted was for him to be my everything. he was the most perfect man alive. 

so as the day went on, he spent lots of time with jaxon, trying to get to know him. as i watched him, i kept laughing at him from the corner when i was feeding jessi. he looked up at me when i was giggling. he smirked when he realized that i was giggling at him. i kept staring at him, which he didn’t move his eyes either. we kept eye contact for at least two minutes.

at the end of the day, geonhak and i were cleaning all the tables, he walked over to me. he looked around once before pulling my waist so that our chests were now touching. i looked up at him shocked at his actions. 

“you were staring a lot to me today. did i look that good today?” he laughed leaning closer to my face, smirking when i started turning bright red. i cleared my throat when he continued to smirk at me. man was he more good looking than i remembered. 

“i-i...” 

“you’re going all shy on me now?” he rolled his eyes before teasing me by pulling away from me.  two seconds later, he smirked before walking back over to me. I giggled when he pulled me close to him resting his forehead against mine.

"princess, you almost made me leap across the room to kiss you. so i’m warning you. stop staring at me.”

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[starlit-serenade]

Rosebud

🌹 Summary: You come home from a long and exhausting day of work to spend time with your family: your 6 year old daughter and your husband, Kim Geonhak.

🌹 Word Count: 2,115 words

🌹 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader, Parent!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Kim Hwayoung (OC) {Age: 6};

🌹 Rated: E / Warnings: Food (Ice cream) / Genre: Fluff; Parent!Reader!; Dad!Geonhak;

🌹 A/N: 'Neny', the term used in the fic to refer to the Reader, is mom in Malagasy, but it's gender neutral here ok? I couldn’t find a good Gender Neutral title, but if I find something better I might change it. Also, in this, Geonhak is still an idol and a member of ONEUS, but they're a bit older? Idk, he's still Leedo of ONEUS but also a dad. Who needs timelines anyways? Might make this into a series, who knows?

You sigh, your back sore from a long, tiring day of work. You've been standing all day for work, talking to people you wish you didn't have to talk to. You wish you were home, lying in bed with your family, but you still have a few minutes until your bus reaches the stop near home.

When the bus finally comes to a stop, you dismount and make your way into your apartment. You unlock the door, and hear laughter inside. You smile to yourself and open the door, and are met with the beautiful sight of your husband, Geonhak, dressed in a nice, casual outfit--jeans, a T-shirt and glasses--with your 6 year old daughter laughing, sitting on his shoulders, holding his hands tight. He must have changed after work, before he went to pick up Hwayoung.

You smile brightly. Work is hard as heck, and your day was exhausting as hell. Coming home to your husband and your daughter is always the highlight of your day, and today is no different.

"Hello, my love," Geonhak says, grinning widely. "How was work?"

"Hi honey," you say, walking over to kiss him on the cheek. "It was tiring, as usual." You then stand on your tip-toes while Geonhak bends down a bit so you can kiss your daughter on the cheek. "Hi Hwayoung. How was school?"

"Hi Neny! It was gooooood," Hwayoung says. "We did reading and drawing! I wanna show you my drawing that I drawed! And then when Dada picked me up from achool, he said when you got home, we could all go out for ice cream together and to the park!"

"Oh really?" You can't stop yourself from smiling so widely that your cheeks hurt, and honestly you don't want to not smile. You haven't smiled a lot today, so this is a nice breath of fresh air.

"Alright, Hwayoung, down time," Geonhak says, looking up and reaching up to put his hands on her in preparation to lift her off of his shoulders. "Don't you wanna show Neny your drawing?"

"Yeah, but don't wanna get down. Pleeease?" Hwayoung whines, pouting down at him, and you can see Geonhak give up, cracking a smile. He's never a match for you or Hwayoung's pouts. Or yours.

"Alright, rosebud, you can stay up there. Let's have you show Neny what you made, okay?"

"Okaaaaaay!!!” Hwayoung sings. “Neny, it’s in my room! Let’s go!!!" She points forward, and Geonhak starts walking quickly, while you follow. You can see, from his smile and the joy in your husband’s eyes, just how happy he is. As you follow him to Hwayoung's bedroom, which is right next to yours, Geonhak ducks down so Hwayoung doesn't hit her head at the top of the doorframe. She giggles as he does, and looks back at you to make sure you're following them into her room.

"Look, Neny!" Hwayoung points at her tiny table from her seat on Geonhak's shoulders. You look down at the drawing, a cute scribble of a happy family of three--you, Geonhak, and Hwayoung herself, her dark hair tied up in two pigtails.

"Hwayoung, my rosebud, this is so good!" you say. "Amazing job, rosebud, well done!" You raise your hand up and ruffle her hair, smiling first at her, then Geonhak.

"Thank you, Neny!!!" She giggles, beaming. "I knew you'd like it! Dada said you would."

"Well Dada was right! I love it, rosebud!" You stand on your tip-toes and Geonhak bends his knees so that you can then press a kiss to Hwayoung's temple. "Alright, let's go get ice cream and go to the park, okay?"

"Yayyy!!!"

You raise your eyebrow at Geonhak, and see that he's grinning so widely, eyes up toward Hwayoung. Your little rosebud.

"Strawberry ice cream, please!" Hwayoung says to the worker of the ice cream parlor. "One scoop please!" she says, holding up one finger. They nod and scoop the ice cream into a cone, and hand it to Hwayoung as Geonhak pays.

"Ready to eat your ice cream, Hwayoung?" you ask. She nods excitedly, licking her lips in anticipation as she stares at the ice cream cone in her hand.

"Alright, done," Geonhak says, a cone of rainbow sherbet ice cream in his hand. "Ready to get walking to the park?"

"Yeah!!!"

"Hwayoung, ice cream's dripping," you say, pointing at the cone. She quickly licks around the top of the cone, catching the ice cream drips. "There you go, rosebud. Can I have a lick?"

"Mmhmm!" Hwayoung raises up her ice cream for you to lick a bit of her ice cream from her cone. "D'you like it?"

"Mmm, yummy. Good choice, rosebud," you hum, reaching up and ruffling her hair.

"Thank you, Neny!"

"Do you want some of mine?" Geonhak asks you, offering you his ice cream cone.

"No thank you, baby." You shake your head and he scrunches his eyebrows and pouts at you.

Hwayoung tugs at Geonhak's hand, and he looks down at her. "Dada, can I ride while we walk?" she asks.

"Alright, rosebud. Y/N, my love, can you hold this for me?" Geonhak asks, and you take his ice cream from his hand.

"Yayyyyyy!!!!!!" Hwayoung hands you her ice cream as well, and Geonhak squats down and lets Hwayoung clamber up his back and onto her seat on his shoulders. You then hand her her ice cream, and she starts licking it wwith her free hand, using the other to stay up on her dad's shoulders.

"Don't drip any of the ice cream onto me, okay Hwayoung?" Geonhak says, laughing. "My love, can I have my ice cream back?"

You quickly lick some of his rainbow sherbet ice cream and his eyes widen.

"Ya! Earlier when I offered, you said no!" he scolds, and you giggle. You and him tease and mess with each other like this all the time

"I changed my mind," you hum, winking and grinning as you hand him his ice cream back. Before he can say anything, you plant a kiss on his cheek. "Love you, baby."

He can't hide his smile, or the way his cheeks get a bit rosy from the kiss.

"Dada, say I love you back!" Hwayoung says, kicking her feet a little bit on his shoulders.

"I love you, my love," Geonhak says to you, his smile soft. "I love you too, Hwayoung."

"Love you too, Dada!!!"

You smile, so content and happy at the sight. Your daughter perched up on her dad, your husband, Geonhak's shoulders. The two of them grinning happily, both with an ice cream cone in hand. Geonhak scrunches his nose and raises his free hand to adjust his glasses. You're so happy with your little family.

The three of you head to the park, Hwayoung giggling from her spot. She finished her ice cream cone within ten minutes. Geonhak, however, only managed to get halfway through his ice cream cone before letting you finish it off.

"You finished your ice cream?" Geonhak asks Hwayoung, holding her legs to keep her steady on his shoulders.

"Yeah," Hwayoung says. "Sticky fingers!"

"Alright, down time for a second," Geonhak says, reaching up to grab her. You see Hwayoung is about to pout when he continues. "Don't worry, rosebud, you'll get to be tall again. I just need to wash your face and hands."

"Mmkayyy!!!"

Geonhak squats down so that Hwayoung can hop off of his back. He brings her off to the side of the sidewalk and pulls out a pack of wipes to clean off the ice cream at the corners of her mouth.

"Sti-cky hands," she sings to herself, and Geonhak laughs gently. "I got sti-cky hands!"

"You do, rosebud," Geonhak says, wiping at her cheeks. "Done with your cute cheeks, Hwayoung. Now I'm gonna un-sticky your fingers. Hand." Geonhak holds out his hand, and Hwayoung gives him her hands to wipe them clean.

"Thank you Dada," she says loudly, grinning widely as Geonhak throws away the wipes in a nearby bin.

"Of course, rosebud. Up?" he asks, bending down.

"Up!" Hwayoung climbs up Geonhak's back and back onto her spot on Geonhak's shoulders. "I'm so tall!" Hwayoung yells, throwing her arms up, and you smile up at her. Geonhak holds her feet to keep her steady.

"Yes, my little rosebud, you are," Geonhak says fondly, and you can feel your heart melt. He looks so content and happy and satisfied.

When you arrive home, you start winding down for the day. Today is your turn to cook dinner, and though Geonhak offered to cook instead--"You had a tiring day at work today, my Love, I don't mind," he had said--you declined and insisted on cooking.

As you cook the rice, you're able to listen to and watch Geonhak as he helps Hwayoung with reading a book to practice reading. He has her sitting on her lap, and she tries to read aloud, and he gently corrects her pronunciation of the hard words.

You smile to yourself. They're so cute together. Geonhak has always loved to coddle Hwayoung since she was first born. He loves her--and you, the whole little family--with his whole heart, and you can see it in every smile he gives you or her.

Geonhak always wanted to have a kid or two, and when Hwayoung was first born, when he first laid eyes on her, he cried even more than you did. He was so happy to first meet his daughter. As Hwayoung grew older throughout the years, Geonhak only grew happier.

After you finish making dinner, you call Hwayoung and Geonhak over to eat. Hwayoung excitedly jumps out of Geonhak's arms and runs over to help you set the table, while Geonhak comes over to stand next to you. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"What are you thinking about, my love?"

You sigh. "How much I love you and Hwayoung. Our happy little family," you murmur.

He grins and wraps his arm around you. "I love our happy little family, too." He leans forward to press a kiss when he's interrupted by Hwayoung saying--

"Ewwwwww!!! Neny and Dada, no kissing before dinner!!!" she says, sticking out her tongue and scrunching her eyes closed. You grin at Geonhak and he wrinkles his nose at you.

"Go help Hwayoung set up the table, I'll serve up portions on plates," you say, pushing Geonhak away. He blows a quick kiss to you before going to Hwayoung to help her set the table.

"Goodnight, Hwayoung," you say, tucking your daughter beneath her covers. Geonhak stand behind you, waiting for his turn to say goodnight to Hwayoung. He usually goes last because he always takes the longest to say goodnight to her. You press a kiss to her forehead and her nose.

"Goodnight, Neny," Hwayoung says.

"Sweet dreams, mmkay?" you say, poking her nose. She giggles and grins as you stand up and steps away so that Geonhak can kneel down next to the bed in your place.

"Hwayoung, my little rosebud," he says. He picks up her stuffed fox toy, Tamarack, which lays next to her, and touches its nose to hers, before handing it to her. "Tamarack will protect you from the bed bugs and the monster under your bed tonight."

"Mmhmm!!!"

"Goodnight, my rosebud," Geonhak says. "Sweet dreams, dream of . . ." He pauses to consider. "Ice cream. Strawberry ice cream with chocolate drizzle. And Tamarack. And dance parties! Dance parties with your uncles."

"Yes, Dada," Hwayoung says. He presses a kiss to her forehead, and walks with you to the door. "Goodnight Neny! Goodnight Dada!"

You close her door and smile to yourself.

"It's bedtime for us, too," Geonhak says, taking your hand. "I have a schedule tomorrow, and you have work early in the morning."

You nod and cringe. "Yeah . . . work. As Hwayoung would say, 'Ewwwwww!'" You make a disgusted face at the word and Geonhak laughs, leading you by the hand to your shared bedroom.

"I love you, Y/Nie."

"And I love you, Geonhak."

You and Geonhak get ready for bed and climb beneath the covers to get to sleep. You notice Geonhak is staring at you, smiling, and you raise your eyebrows at him.

"What're you smiling at, Hak?" you ask. He closes his eyes and wrinkles his nose a bit, smiling contently.

"You two are my whole world, Y/Nie," Geonhak says. "You and Hwayoung. You're my whole world, and nothing can replace you two. I love you, Y/N."

You lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose. "I love you too, Geonhak. Sleep. Work tomorrow."

He hums and wraps his arms around you. "Goodnight, my love," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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[prodbyteez]

oneus reaction: they find out that their s/o is a cheer leader/cheer captain

A/N: SENDING HUGS AND LOVE TO YOU ANON FOR BEING MY FIRST REACTION REQUEST <3 

ravn:

gif cred. @haengoon​

ok so i definitely see him as being super supportive when he finds out

he’d probably find out when he sees your uniform sticking out of your bag or catches you practicing your routine with headphones on

i just didn’t want you to think it was lame or i was a cheerleader stereotype that’s super peppy and annoying

WHAT? NO, YOU’RE SO COOL CAN YOU SHOW ME ONE OF YOUR ROUTINES PLEASE

as i said, SUPER supportive

he’d definitely be lowkey embarrassing going to your games and competitions holding up a sign with your name on it 

THAT’S MY BABY. YOU’RE SO COOL. I LOVE YOU

you know that video of kris jenner holding up a camera saying you’re doing amazing sweetie - that’s him

he’s definitely the type to be super worried about you getting hurt

probably secretly sneaks in band aids and icy hot in your practice duffle with a note saying if you get hurt i’m gonna be sad. please don’t make me sad

seoho:

gif cred. @nyangjo​

SUPER COMPETITIVE

finds out when he starts teasing you while your watching videos of him doing flips in the practice room

ha, you see this? i bet you can’t do it, but i’ll teach you, (and then he kisses ur cheek)

but you just roll your eyes and standup and BOOM - backflip

and his eyes get big and he’s just like b-but, h-how did you, what are you, when did you learn how to do that

...i’m a cheerleader

WHAT

and then he’s just asking you if you can do this flip and that flip and you’re EXHUASTED but you love him so you just do it with him

secretly he thinks you’re so cool, but he also doesn’t want you to out-flip him so he’s constantly trying to learn new tricks to show you hoping you can’t do them and he can FINALLY teach you how to because 

he just wants to teach you

leedo:

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probably finds out when he sees you practicing with your team

is that? no, wait yeah that totally is

waits for you after practice and you get scared

DAMN IT LEEDO

good, that’s for not telling me you were a cheerleader

i didn’t think it was that important

everything that you do is important to me

he’d probably ask you about it because he likes hearing you talk about things that you’re passionate about 

after he finds out though he’d be relentless about working out together

please? we can be like those cute workout couples

leedo, it is 6 am on a saturday morning. i’m going back to sleep

i’ll buy you new cheerleading shoes

...give me 10 minutes

really like helping you with your stunts

may attempt to do them and fail but you think it’s cute

bonus: by the way i think you look really hot in your uniform

hwanwoong:

gif cred. @kimyovngjo​

with full confidence, he would ask if your team needs a flyer

what? i’m light, fun-sized (and no that is not an excuse for you to call me short) and i’m strong

...no

but similarly to ravn, he’d find out because you left your uniform in the laundry basket or drying somewhere

HE’D WANT TO SEE SO MANY VIDEOS OF YOU PRACTICING 

just oohs and aahs at like everything you do because to him YOU’RE!! SO!! COOL!!

would probably get your name on the back of a jersey or something

woong...you’re being embarassing

[fake gasp] ME??? EMBARASSING??? AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE FOR YOU

dramatic when you tell him to calm down at competitions and games

almost fought another dude for checking you out in your uniform tho

would beg your teammates to throw him in the air just once

just put him on the team with you, what’s the worse that could happen

keonhee:

gif cred. @honeyseoho​

lots of screaming when he finds out

WAHHH. DO A FLIP DO A FLIP

but would probably find out by putting lil pieces together

why you don’t wear those certain white shoes outside

why you’re actually really strong

why you follow so many cheerleading pages on instagram and twitter

why you always ice your ankles and knees when you get home from work

YOU’RE A CHEERLEADER AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?

if you stop screaming i’ll talk about it

OKAY!!!

super funny about it though

can you be my personal cheerleader then?

keonhee i’m not gonna cheer for you when you’re doing a high note contest

please?

no

MILKS the life out of it

hey guys, did you know...i’m in love with a cheerleader? wait someone teach me how to play [american] football, then we could be like one of those movie couples

bonus: leedo - you’d break if we put the gear on you, we’re not teaching you how to play football

xion:

i feel like he’d be super shy about it [big eyes emoji]

wait really? so you can do like flips and stuff? 

looks at you like you hung the stars

you’re so cool. seriously, i know a lot of people probably think it’s a bad stereotype, but that’s actually super cool

holds your hand really softly

if you ever get hurt, please tell me. i promise to take care of you

makes your favorite food after your games and workouts 

SO NICE ABOUT EVERYTHING

but gets a little cautious about your uniform

it’s nice don’t get me wrong just...does it have to be so tight?

LOVE HIM PLEASE

lots of reassurance that you only have eyes for him

asks you to constantly send new stuff you’re working on to show to the boys

brings you in to choreo practices in case they wanna incorporate some new acrobatic stuff and they don’t trust seoho enough

also carries a polaroid of you holding your pom poms in his wallet

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[bearseokie]

you’re interacting with kids | oneus reaction

request: When you have a free moment could you do oneus reacting to you interacting with kids? Thank you so much darling. -🍨

[warnings]: nervousness, one kids falls but they’re okay note: i’m not taking reaction requests!! this was in my inbox from a while ago and i didn’t want to be a jerk and deny it :)

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Ravn:

Even without him close by, you could sense that his eyes were on you. Youngjo had requested you both go out for a cute ice cream date, leaving you to sit on a park bench while he placed your orders at the truck parked down the pathway.

The moment he had stepped away, a frisbee had flailed into your head. A group of little kids had been playing in the field of grass behind you, laughing to themselves on the beautiful day. Your fingers lifted the plastic toy, reeling back and throwing it in their direction. The kids were excited to see you play along instead of scolding them, inviting you to throw it back and forth while you waited for Youngjo to return.

Their giggles and screams sounded like music, Youngjo’s smile wide as he made his way back over with an entire tray of ice cream, offering some to the kids out of good gesture.

His smile wide, Youngjo’s head tilted to watch you help the kids retrieve the cones, handing them napkins and watching them skip off happily. “If you’re this sweet around strangers, I can’t wait to see you around your own kids.” he grinned happily, pressing a kiss to your temple and laughing from the ice cream now smeared on your skin.

Seoho:

He had gotten home just in time to see you smiling at your phone, a questionable look on his face as he peered over your shoulder. You were watching videos from the last family gathering you had attended, all of the kids piling on you one by one as you laughed. Held down by little bodies, the kids laughter erupted in the audio of the recording, the family member holding the phone even laughing themselves.

Seoho was ecstatic, leaning over you to take hold of your phone and continue scrolling through the videos while you stood up and stretched. His eyes were glued to the small screen, his cheeks so high up and rosy that you felt dizzy just looking in his direction. He was well past in love, entertained by how gentle and lively you were with the group of kids running around you. You felt his gaze shift up to your form, rolling your eyes playfully as he stood and hugged you tightly. The videos were still playing, his hold on you straining as he shoved the screen in your face with another smile.

“I want these for myself!” he laughed. “T-The videos, not the kids yet.” He awkwardly laughed, your shaking head causing him to break out into hysterical laughter.

Leedo:

It was nearly impossible for you to walk past the playsets and not offer one of the kids on the swings a push, and it was no difference having Gunhak’s hand in yours as you walked. You took notice of how one of the kids was alone on the swings, the group of children broken off at the slides too busy to accompany them. With a pout on your lips, your hand laced with Gunhak’s pulled him in the direction of the kid, releasing his hold to crouch down at eye level and offer to push them.

Gunhak was clearly surprised when the child’s face lit up, the fast nod of their head and laughter as you helped them sit on the swing safely bringing a smile to his own face. Your hand gently pressed against the kid’s back, guiding them up into their air with little force as Gunhak stepped off to the side. His head swayed with the motion of the swing, keeping a close eye on the kid while passing you soft, sympathetic glances.

In a matter of time, the swings were stormed by more kids requesting to be pushed. Two kids at a time for each arm, you and Gunhak laughed at yourselves for getting into the situation, smiling at one another lovingly. Finally catching a break when you slowed the swings down, you both bid the kids a goodbye, taking Gunhak’s hand again as you continued your walk.

“What an exercise.” he laughed, swinging your hands back and forth before releasing a painful groan from his stiff muscles. “Next time let’s push our own kids.”

Keonhee:

His eyes lit up the second he noticed your family running up to you, the two smallest kids instantly wrapping their arms around your legs and waist. Your stance faltered for a second, keeping your balance as you engulfed them into huge hugs and told them how much you missed them.

Keonhee was always nervous about meeting your family, but the kids seemed to latch onto him immediately. Moving over to him with opened arms, their attention drew to his tall figure, his laughter and wide smile cheerful to you, too. Sharing the intimate moment, you both held onto the kids, playing with their little hands and listening to their giggles while glancing at one another.

The interaction was brief, the kids being dragged along with the rest of your family as you split. Keonhee didn’t miss a beat to pull at your waist, colliding you into his front to wrap his arms around your frame with a chuckle.

“We should babysit some time! It would be fun, and I can see you smile like that for a little longer.” he grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Hwanwoong:

He had to admit, watching you wrap the youngest of your family in a blanket and cradle them in your arms lit a light in him. Hwanwoong had never experienced such a rush of love for someone, your fingers gently brushing the hair out of the baby's face as you rocked them back and forth. Their big eyes blinked slowly, drifting off into a deep sleep. The moment gave you the few seconds to shift in the rocking chair, using most of the weight on your feet to keep a gentle rock for the slumbering child.

His body was tilted against the doorframe while watching you with heartfelt eyes, a toothless smile on his face. Noticing his stares, his cheeks flushed with pink. His silent strides over to the wooden chair beside the rocker were comfortable as he sat down. Chin in his palm, he couldn’t take his eyes off you, gaze swaying with the motions of your rocking.

“I think this is the best moment we’ve had so far.” he whispered gently. You could hardly look up at him, the air so filled with affection that his large smile was the only thing that gave you a break from how sweet the moment truly was.

Xion:

You were quick to help the kid that had fallen, offering them your arms for a hug as they cried. Their parent had looked away for not even a second, the shoelaces catching their opposite foot as they went barreling down onto the floor in the middle of the grocery store’s aisle. The parent looked guilty, your smile and nod telling them that it was okay as you helped the child stand again.

Dongju was shocked, your cat-like reflexes to get down to the child’s level and comfort them reading in his mind in a strange way. He wanted to witness it again, even in slow motion - watch your smile light up the kid’s little face and melt their crying and pain away. The parent took the kid’s hand, guiding them away as they waved diligently. You turned back to meet Dongju’s smile, his hand holding out for you to take as he gripped at your fingers, running the pad of his thumb across the back of your hand.

“I wasn’t fast enough.” he laughed at himself. Your shaking head reassured him that he would have helped if you hadn't stepped up as quickly. Moving with laughter, you walked along while swaying your hands back and forth, sight pouring over the aisles of stocked shelves.

Every time you walked around a corner, the same kid was standing a little ways off waving. Matching smiles with them, you and Dongju made faces to keep a smile on their small face, waving a final goodbye as you parted to check out.

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[monstaless]

9:37 pm

“Is he asleep?” You asked as Geonhak came back into the room after tucking your son in for the second time that night. He’d wanted a bed time story from Geonhak, not from you. He didn’t care that Geonhak was asleep on the couch. Your stories weren’t the same and he couldn’t sleep without a story.

“Mmm.” He nodded, closing the door as quietly as possible and tugging his T-shirt over his head, tossing it onto the chair by the dresser. When his eyes met yours, he had a very serious look on his face. “I think we should have another.”

“Really?”

His lips pressed a warm kiss to your cheek as he leaned over you. His sweatpants were the next item to get discarded on the chair, leaving him in just his briefs.

“Really.”

“Even though you already don’t get enough sleep?”

“He’ll be lonely without a sibling,” offered Geonhak, his lips were now pressing kisses to your neck as he crawled onto the bed.

“He’s got me and you,” you offered, tilting your head to give him more space to kiss your neck. It wasn’t that you didn’t want another, it was that between work and your son, Geonhak barely got enough sleep as it was.

“What about when he gets to that stage where we aren’t cool anymore?” He asked, pulling away from you so that he could meet your gaze. You laughed at that.

“You mean that stage where I’m not cool? You’ll probably still be cool.”

Geonhak chuckled, his warm breath drifting across your skin as he leaned in again.

“Just humor me, okay?” He murmured, shifting his weight so that he was completely over top of you. He played with the hem of the t-shirt that you were wearing, one of his, then pushed it aside, letting his fingertips brush up your side. You placed your hand on in his shoulder, letting it drift across his soft warm skin to his neck, ready to pull him in for a kiss. “Just one more.”

You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance. “Fine.”

“C’mon, you’ve been thinking about it too,” he teased. “You always said you wanted two.”

You couldn’t deny it so instead you placed a hand on his cheek and pulled him in for a real kiss. You pulled away first, pressing your forehead to his.

“You know that you don’t need to make excuses to have sex with me, right?” He chuckled, kissing you again.

“Not an excuse. Just...extra incentive,” he offered.

A/N: I got carried away. Normally my timestamps are not this many words haha

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[blossom-hwa]

lina lina lina what about "Dream of Me When You're Awake" :)

casey I love this title so much you don’t even know, thank you for giving me the opportunity to explore one of the worlds I'm currently building

(the ao3 story that inspired this au had leedo as the main character so he’s who I used here? idk he fits. here goes my first ever oneus fic ig)

title: dream of me when you’re awake

pairing: kim geonhak (oneus) x reader

wc: 582

genre: fluff, angst, cursed!au (same universe as moonlight haven)

triggers: none

in a world where the cursed live ostracized, you and geonhak find solace in each other. 

they say that the cursed are cursed for a reason, that they brought their curses on theirselves either by virtue of their current existence or something, perhaps, in a past life. geonhak calls bullshit to that - he doesn’t know why or how or what happened that one day, when he closed his eyes, he simply couldn’t sleep. one day stretched into two, then three, then four. 

on day five, his mother found the mark on back of his neck when cutting his hair. two hours later (and haircut unfinished), he was on the streets. 

he hasn’t slept since.

to have no sympathy, geonhak thinks, is the worst curse of them all. perhaps those afflicted do not bear the burn mark on their skin, but they bear a stain on the heart, a stain of willful ignorance and judgment. he’s lucky, one of the few blessed (ironic when he’s also cursed) to work for someone empathetic to the plight of those under the same dark clouds as he, but others can’t claim to have the same good fortune. 

enter you, originally an artist with laughing eyes and deft hands that could capture even the slightest nuances of color. a curse ripped the color from your vision, turned your eyesight inky black, and suddenly you were shunned from the art world, canvases thrown away and burned, brushes and paints turning dusty from disuse. 

yet you count yourself lucky anyway, lucky to have found a new calling, lucky to have found a second dream. geonhak marvels as your fingers dance across piano keys and violin strings, creating art simply in another form. he admires your determination, your tenacity, your quiet willfulness to prove the entire world wrong that the cursed aren’t useless, aren’t stupid, aren’t unable to contribute to society in ways that aren’t menial. 

“I don’t need eyes to see,” you’d reminded geonhak the day you revealed how deeply you felt for him. “I don’t need eyes to see the goodness of your heart.”

geonhak can’t sleep, hasn’t been able to for years. though his eyelids droop and purple circles have grown so heavy under his eyes they’re almost black, blissful unconsciousness never sweeps over him even in the darkest hours of night. but watching your fingers spin and twirl on keys of black and white, watching them pull gracefully against metal strings, he feels the essence of a dream sweep over his body, raising a smile on his tired lips and filling his heart with a love that surpasses the exhaustion in his limbs, makes him turn you around when the piece is over and wrap you in a warm, warm hug. 

one night, you lie in bed together, moonlight passing lightly through the small window. stroking your hair in the tiny bed, geonhak smiles at your face, illuminated by the pale moon and stars. “dream of me,” he whispers as your eyes flutter shut. 

“and you, of me,” you murmur, curling closer into his arms. 

geonhak’s curse might have torn sleep away, might have made his limbs heavy and eyes tired to the point that some days, he can barely move. but he can dream, still dream, when you play your music, when he hears your laugh, when your unseeing gaze tries to fix on his and he leans down instead to kiss your soft, soft lips. 

“I will,” he replies, closing his eyes. “I will.”

even awake, he’ll never stop dreaming of you and your smile.

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