Onset Visits - Kim Bum Imagine
Anon requested: Do you write for Kim bum? I've seen him in BOF and he is now on the tale of the nine tailed and I love him SO MUCH. If you do write for him, could you please write something about his fiancee visiting him on set? Thank youuuuu
Word Count: 800 words
When the word that Kim Sang-Bum - better known as Kim Bum - was engaged got out, everyone was wondering who the lucky person was. Though he never revealed you to his fans, Sangbum’s fans seemed to find you pretty quickly. Unlike what your mind was telling you how this would play out, his fans ended up sending nothing but warm greeting and support, congratulating the two of you on your engagement - for the most part at least. You two had only been engaged for about a month before Bum started filming for his new drama, Tale of the Nine-Tailed. Although he came home every night for dinner and the two of you did have plenty of moments to yourselves, you had decided you wanted to surprise him on set with his favorite meal after having heard about the countless stunts he had been doing over and again from him one night.
After seeing him off, you quickly went to work preparing each dish carefully. In between preparing and cooking the different dishes, you would sit down at the dining table doing some of our work as best as you could from home. As a marketing consultant, you had the benefit of being able to work from virtually anywhere, however, once you started a new project, it required nearly all of you attention. Checking each of the dishes that were cooking you quickly set to work making an outline for your current client before going and checking the food again.
Finally ending the outline, you turned off the stove and pulled out different containers and began filling them with the food you had made, carefully packing them into a tote bag. Quickly grabbing your jacket and purse, you took the tote and left your shared apartment ready to surprise your fiancé.
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The set was gorgeous - something you were very glad to be able to say after having argued with security over your identity reassuring them multiple times that you weren’t a crazy fan or stalker, only to be saved by Sangbum’s manager.
“It’s so lovely,” you said aloud, earning a nod from the older male.
“I agree,” he said before leading you to a dressing room with your fiancé’s name on the door. “They should be going on break in a bit. You shouldn’t be waiting for long.”
You nodded thanking him before setting the tote on a small table and beginning to pull out the containers so he could eat as soon as he came in. Just as you took a seat in a chair after having taken out the last container, the door opened revealing your laughing fiancé.
“Jagi!” he exclaimed as soon as he saw you giving you a smile as he made his way over giving you a tight hug and pressing a light kiss on your lips. “This the best surprise I could’ve asked for!”
You gave him a smile kissing his cheek, before grabbing a container and holding it out to him with some utensils, “Eat up! Your break probably isn’t that long.”
He gave you a smile before beginning to eat moaning in delight, “Delicious, just like always.”
You smiled beginning to hold a conversation with him while he devoured his meal, feeding you at every chance he could get to despise your words that you could eat when you got home. He was in the middle of feeding you the last bite of some greens you had made when there was a knock on the door followed by a copper haired man’s poking in.
“We have five minutes left of our break,” he said, “just a heads up courtesy of the director.”
Bum nodded before motioning to you, “This is my fiancé, (y/f/n). She’s a huge fan of yours Hyung.”
You gave the man - Lee Dongwook, probably the biggest celebrity you would ever admit to having - a shy wave to which he responded with a smile and wave.
“Nice to finally meet the woman that Bum never seems to be able to shut up about.”
Your cheeks flushed red, as did Bum’s.
“I’ll be out in a few,” Bum said, waving him off shyly causing Dongwook to let out a laugh as he closed the door. “Well now you know how word about you might’ve gotten out to fans. Here, have the last bite so I can help you clean up.”
You shook your head turning the food he was holding out to you back towards him, “You have a long day of filming ahead, you need your strength.”
Giving you a smile, Bum ate the last bite, “I knew I made the right choice when I proposed to you. You take such good care of me, but that means I need to take better care of you in other ways.”
“Sangbum!”
A/N: So may or may not be in a Kim Bum mood now. Thank you anon for giving me a new person to check out and opening a door to more dramas that I will be crying over!
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Parental Advice - Lee Dongwook
Single Parent AU
Summary: Reader and Dongwook are both single parents and meet at the play ground where Dongwook’s kid is misbehaving an reader tries to help him only for him to break down in tears.
Word Count: 1,649 words
A/N: If you guys want added parts to any imagines I write feel free to request them as well! Totally not because I’ve become obsessed with this man...I promise. :)
Being a single parent was never meant to be easy. Being a single parent to a boy or twin girls was never meant to be easy. So that day at the play ground shouldn’t have shocked you as much as it did.
You weren’t expecting to be single mom, not at the your age at least. Especially not after you were in - well thought you were in - a happy marriage. But as it turns out, countless hours being spent teaching English to university students was time consuming, so you were out often. Except for the nights you made the effort to get home to spend with your hubby. One of those nights resulted in your now 16 month old son, Wonshik. Then it all went crashing down. You were around eight months along when a girl - at least 10 years younger than you and a student of yours from your previous years teaching - showed up at your front door with a baby and an envelope in her arms, soaked to the bone.
Feeling pity for the girl, you left her into your home, not knowing the trouble that would ensue. While waiting for your husband, you began talking the girl, finding out she was your husbands lover. The baby in her arms, his child. Your heart sunk when you heard it from her, but you weren’t even angered. When he walked through the door of your threshold - the home you two had bought to raise a family in - that, that’s when it all hit you. You lost it. Every name, every insult, every injury you could inflict, you inflicted.
That same day, you packed all of you things and left. Walking in the pouring rain to a friends house, you left and never looked back. Two weeks later you filed for divorce, explicitly stating you wanted him completely out your life and your son’s life, both of which were fine with your husband - ex-husband.
To say the past 18 months weren’t stressful or didn’t drive you up a wall would be a complete fallacy. But you tried to be the best mom - and dad - you could be for you little boy. Spending as much time with him after your lectures were over and doing fun activities on the weekends. Which is what the two of you were doing - correction, what Wonshik was doing - that day at the playground a few blocks away form your new home.
You were sitting happily on the bench a book in your lap opened to a page you had stopped reading to watch Wonshik running around the playground happily. Smiling you shook you head and looked down, deciding to at least get another page read and hopefully finish the chapter. Getting lost in the next last few sentences of Sarah Dessen’s someone like you was something she knew would happen. However, she wasn’t expecting her son’s cry of pain to echo in her direction.
Snapping her head up she saw two identical girls, a year or so older than him pushing - not harshly, but rather forcefully - down the slid he was on. Placing the book on the bench, you quickly stood up and began making your way over to the three children.
“What happened baby?” you asked as your son made his way down the slide to you.
He had tears forming in his eyes, which you quickly attempted to stop in their tracks, your focus now on you son, the girls forgotten.
“I’m so sorry,” a man’s voice said from above you, “Girls I’ve told you to wait for your turns. You can’t push someone just because you want to go.”
Looking up you eyes the man. He was wearing a green sweater, his disheveled, black hair standing out against his pale skin tone. He looked exhausted, which would explain why his voice was becoming louder and harsher with every word he said to the two girls before him.
“Apologize. Now.” he said ending his much longer than necessary monologue with the girls, arms crossed over his broad chest.
Looking at the two girls, you saw tears welling up in their own eyes as they looked back at you and you son. You stood up, your son in your arms, his face tucked in your neck.
“It’s fine,” you said to him gently, “It can be a bit frustrating for kids to wait.”
He looked at you in complete shock, “That doesn’t mean they can just shove someone down a slide. It was wrong of them and they need to apologize for it.”
You nodded in understanding, “I agree, but reprimanding them in public not to mention almost yelling at them doesn’t get that message across effectively.”
He froze and looked that two girls who were now holding back their sobs despite the large tears rushing down their cheeks. Letting out a deep sigh he crumbled to the woodchip covered ground. He hid his head in his knees, his shaking shoulders being the only give away that he was crying. Harshly.
Looking at the girls, you pondered on how to handle the situation you were now in. You couldn’t just leave the man crying in the middle of the playground, but you also could just dismiss the girls behavior to comfort him; it wasn’t your place. Putting your own beliefs aside, you set your son down on the woodchips and ran to the bench grabbing your bag and book, before running back to the slide. Rummaging through your purse you found three suckers by sheer luck.
“Here,” you said giving one to each of the children, “Go to sit on the bench and eat them. We’ll be at the table right over there okay?”
The two girls nodded, walking to the bench with their suckers in hand. You looked at Wonshik and opened the sucker for him too before sending him to the bench as well. Giving half of you attention to the three children and the other half to the sobbing man before you, you placed a hand on his shoulder and tried your best to get him off of the ground and walked him to a table, only a few feet away from the bench you had the children sit at.
You pulled out a small packet of tissues and slid them over to him, “Here.”
He took them grabbing a few before beginning to wipe his eyes and face, trying to dry as much as he could.
“I don’t think I can do this,” he said shaking his head, more tears falling out, “I’m not cut out for being a single dad. I can’t raise them well enough. I’m not good enough for them.”
You didn’t say a word listening to his rant, each claim he made about him being a terrible father hitting you harder and harder, until you had enough and shut him up.
“You are good enough,” you said sternly, “You’re the only person qualified to be their dad. We make mistakes and that okay. I shouldn’t have overstepped the line back there, I just, I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, looking up at the sky, his tear stained cheeks not out of you sight, but the wetness around his neck now on full display. You tore your eyes away from him, looking at the kids who were now happily messing around on the bench, their prior incident now forgotten.
“Being a single parent wasn’t designed to be easy,” you said unconsciously, still looking at the children. “But then again nothing in life ever is.”
The man sniffled, his nose bright red, eyes now trained on the three kids.
“How can you be so confident in your parenting skills?” he asked.
You pondered for bit, recalling the many time you yourself had broken down in the middle of the supermarket with your then newborn son in the the cereal aisle. You didn’t think you were good enough for him either at that time. You had been so lost and scared, but Wonshik was counting you to live, to survive.
“You fake it ‘til you make I guess,” you responded, remembering how you told yourself you knew what you were doing despite being completely lost.
“You’re joking,” he said his eyes now you.
It wasn’t until then that you realized how handsome he was. Deep set eyes paired with dark brown eyes and a set of rose pink lips all stood against his pale complexion. He - in quite literally ever sense of the word - screamed dad.
“Not at all. If you believe you’re doing everything right, you’ll eventually start to.”
He gave a light scoff, shaking his head in the process before turning to look at your son, “What’s his name?”
“Wonshik (y/l/n). He’s 16 months. Yours?”
“Lee Younghee and Lee Youngmi. They’re almost four.”
You nodded, “Well for someone who seems to doubt his parenting abilities, you’ve raised them well....Mr. Lee?”
You hadn’t realized you’d been talking to him without knowing his name until that moment.
“Dongwook. Lee Dongwook.”
He extended his hand, while you gave him your name.
“They seem to be getting along now,” you commented watching as the three were now playing in the grass, Younghee and Youngmi hugging Wonshik randomly as they played around.
“It’s almost three,” Dongwook said looking at the watch on his wrist, “Have you guys had lunch yet?”
You shook your head, no, “I was thinking of just stopping by the little restaurant two blocks from here to get something to eat and just take it home. Why?”
“I’d feel awkward if you just helped me through my whole meltdown and not buy you two a late lunch,” he said, quickly speaking again, his cheeks going pink, “as a thank you of course.”
“Coffee afterwards?” you offered raising your eyebrow.
He smiled, “Sounds perfect.”
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