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pixieminutes · 4 years

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genre: fluff, slight angst, coffeeshop!au, soulmate!au

members: seo changbin x reader, lee felix, bang chan, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin

warnings: swearing

“mummy, what is it?” changbin asked in distress, lifting his arm up so his mother could see clearly.

his mum gasped, “that’s your soulmate, changbin!”

“i don’t like it! mummy, i hate it!” changbin shouted, rubbing his skin raw.

the tattoo was multi-coloured, the small drawings of plants and portraits of the sky taking up the whole of his lower arm and changbin couldn’t hate it more. words were written along the bottom in a deep black, the only thing interesting about the whole tattoo.

‘until we meet, i will be unable to see the purpose of anything. until you fall in love with me, i will be unable to see the beauty in the world’

“hello,” you said, putting on a fake smile and bowing as another customer stumbled in from the windy day outside.

he smiled, walking up to the display of cakes and pastries, glancing along.

“can i have a raspberry muffin?” he asked, his voice raspy and his hair messy atop his head.

“of course!” you said as happily as you could, getting the muffin out the case, “anything else for you today?”

he looked at the board above you, “and an iced americano please.”

you nodded, handing him the muffin as he handed you the money, “your americano will be ready in a second.”

he smiled, “thank you.”

you sighed as you turned around, gathering everything you needed and beginning to make the coffee.

“good morning y/n,” felix smiled, tapping either of your shoulders as he went into the back room and pulled his apron on.

“morning,” you grumbled.

“oh! jisung! what are you doing here?” felix smiled, seeing the boy picking at his raspberry muffin behind the counter.

“felix? i didn’t realise you had a job!” jisung exclaimed, smiling at the sight of his apparent friend.

felix shrugged, “gotta get that bread, plus this is y/n’s place, gotta help out a lonely girl.”

you rolled your eyes, finishing up the americano for the boy (who you recently learned is named jisung) and handed it to him.

jisung nodded, looking at you, “i haven’t seen you before, are you from around here?”

you nodded, completely unhappy to be talking to yet another person today, “yep. born and raised.”

“she doesn’t leave her house,” felix chuckled, nudging you.

jisung nodded, furrowing his eyebrows as he continued to look at you, as though he was trying to read you, “hey, Y/N, have you met your soulmate?”

before you could answer, felix lifted up the sleeve of your hoodie, showing off the tattoo that covered your entire lower arm.

“that’s incredible!” jisung exclaimed, studying the multi coloured swirls around your arm.

the drawings were of many things: some of cakes and pastries, some of microphones and lyric sheets. across the bottom, the words ‘until we meet, i will be unable to be happy. until you fall in love with me, i will be unable to laugh’ were written.

you snarled at felix, pulling your arm away before jisung had chance to read the words.

he chuckled, “me and my friends are having a party this friday night. we’re inviting everyone we know in hopes someone will meet their soulmate.”

“that’s stupid,” you scoffed, “why do you assume that you’re the key to people meeting their soulmate?”

“because it’s happened before, bean!” jisung exclaimed, “okay, gotta go. bye felix, bye bean.”

“don’t call me that,” you grumbled, watching as the smiling boy walked out your shop.

“there she goes again,” felix muttered, going and cleaning the coffee machine as you began to snarl at him again.

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“i’m not going felix,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“come on y/n! you were invited by jisung himself! j.one! everyone else is coming by word of mouth!” felix exclaimed.

“and?” you said, shrugging, “tell him i apologise but your royal highness will not grace them with her presence this evening.”

“i expect this dress to be on and for you to be outside my door in half an hour,” felix said, throwing the newly bought dress on your bed and walking to the door.

“felix!” you whined, watching him go, “felix!”

but he was gone.

you sighed, rolling onto your back and staring at the ceiling for a while, before looking at the dress he’d bought. you felt bad seeing the price tag, but you couldn’t go. you didn’t even know jisung! he was just a boy that had come into your coffee shop and nicknamed you ‘bean’.

you sighed, standing up and looking in the mirror as you put the dress against your body. it was sleeveless, the perfect chance to see your tattoo.

“absolutely not,” you muttered, pulling the new dress off and pulling your pyjamas on.

half an hour later, you were eating crisps while watching sky castle and laying in bed as a loud banging continued to rap against your door.

“y/n, hurry up! you were suppose to be doing this to me! not the other way round!” felix shouted.

you groaned, getting out of bed and stumbling to the door, opening it to see an agrivated felix turning even angrier at the sight of you.

“what are you doing?!” felix shouted.

“you can’t go to a party looking like that, bean,” jisung sighed.

“really?! you got jisung round?!” you exclaimed, shutting the door in their faces, “give up, guys, i’m not going.”

“fine! but expect some visitors later!” jisung shouted before you heard footsteps, and no more sounds after that.

you sighed, the ominous comment confusing you, but choosing to ignore it as you went back to bed.

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“y/n!” jisung shouted, the banging on your door second loudest to the voice coming from behind it.

you sighed, getting out of bed and walking to your door, opening it to reveal jisung and two other men men, both covered in tattoos.

“good day,” jisung greeted you, walking into your apartment, “hey, have you got any food, bean? i’m starving!”

“why? no food at your party?” you scoffed, watching him walk into your kitchen and open the fridge.

“no, there’s tons,” jisung shrugged, “we left just for you.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, “go back jisung, and your friends, or would you really prefer to spend your night with a miserable 20-year-old girl?”

“well, i have my reasons, so i’m staying here,” jisung said, coming back to the front door having attained some oreos, “this is chan and this is changbin, guys this is y/n.”

you nodded at them, “how do you know them anyway, ji?”

“oh, they’re my best friends,” jisung explained, to which the tallest of the two boys at the door muttered ‘debateable’, “we run a tattoo parlor together.”

“oh. well, explains that,” you said, motioning to their arms.

chan laughed, nodding. changbin meerly smiled and nodded.

“alright then, come in,” you said, confused in yourself, what was the point of them coming over?! but, then again, why ask yourself that?

“why didn’t you come?” jisung asked, watching as you went into the kitchen to get them all drinks and snacks.

you sighed, shrugging, “i didn’t see the point.”

“oh, have you found your soulmate?” chan asked, he was sat next to jisung and changbin was sat on the floor.

you shook your head, “nope. still stuck with this ugly tattoo. you?”

chan nodded, getting up and walking to you, “here, in between the others? ‘julia’.”

“julia?” you repeated, “where did the rest of your tattoo go?”

“it disappears when you fall in love,” chan explained, “much to the dismay of me and changbin here.”

“why?” you chuckled, pouring four drinks out.

“we’ve spent our whole lives in the tattoo industry, just trying to find ways to cover our tattoos,” chan explained.

“then chan goes and finds his, so i have to recruit jisung,” changbin finished.

“have you got tattoos, jisung?” you asked.

the younger boy nodded, pulling up his long sleeve t-shirt’s sleeves. on one side was his soulmate tattoo, on the other several cartoons.

you nodded, looking at them as you came over and put the snacks down.

“what does yours say?” jisung asked, “mine says that they’ll never be able to swim at all till we meet and they won’t be able to swim in the sea until we fall in love. but look! the entire thing’s water! i feel so sorry for them.”

“what does the water have to do with it?” you asked, watching him as he looked at his tattoo sorrowfully.

“the drawings are to do with your soulmate’s interests,” jisung explained, “so yours is someone who likes cakes and music! but what does it say?”

“oh, just something stupid,” you laughed nervously, pulling your sleeves down so they were over your hands.

“no, what does it say?! soulmate tattoos interest me so much!” jisung exclaimed, reaching for your arm.

you pulled your arm back as quickly as you could, slapping changbin’s face in the process.

“i’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, jumping up, “are you okay?”

changbin tilted his head back, blood spilling from his nose, “yeah, i think i’ll be—“

“come on,” you said, taking his arm and pulling him up, leading the way to the bathroom, “changbin, i’m so sorry.”

changbin smiled, “it’s fine! honestly, y/n.”

you got as much tissue as you could, holding it to his nose, “ah, i don’t know what to do, i’ve never had a nose bleed before.”

changbin smiled, shaking his head as he held the tissues to his nose until he thought the bleeding stopped (which it had). but you kept tissues in your pocket, just in case.

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“hel– changbin? oh hey,” you smiled, seeing changbin walk into your bakery.

“hey y/n,” changbin smiled nonchalantly, walking up to the counter, “jisung was right.”

“huh?” you asked, scrunching your face up.

“jisung told me this was your coffee shop, and he was right,” changbin explained.

“oh, okay,” you nodded, “so what can i get you today?”

“um, what do you recommend?” changbin asked, smiling at you.

it was shocking. the overall visual of the boy, and things felix had told you, had led you to believe that changbin was one of the grumpiest people alive, never smiling and never joining in with anything. but here he was, smiling at you while stood in your coffee shop.

“well, this is inspired by my soulmate,” you said, motioning to the chocolate pastry at the bottom of the window, “i’ve got drawings of them all up my arm.”

changbin smiled, “okay then, and can i have a black coffee?”

there it was, the classic ‘i-drink-coffee-the-same-colour-as-my-soul’. you rolled your eyes as you turned around to get a cup.

“anything else?”

“i’ll have a vanilla frappicino please,” changbin said, smiling, “i can’t drink coffee.”

oh.

you smiled, “that’ll be £9.16.”

changbin handed you the money as you quickly laughed, this boy was full of surprises.

“hey,” you spoke, so unusually full of confidence, “have you found your soulmate?”

changbin sighed, shaking his head, “chan and jisung throw those parties for me. they’d never say that out loud but i know they do.”

you nodded, “but jisung hasn’t—“

“i know,” changbin said, “but he’s so fascinated by other peoples to have time to find his own.”

you chuckled, “he seems to be that way with a lot of things.”

changbin nodded, “he is.”

you handed him his order and he thanked you, going to sit in the darkest corner of the coffee shop and pulling out a notepad, starting to sketch.

“good morning to you!” felix exclaimed, skipping in.

you smiled, laughing at your overly-happy friend, “good morning felix.”

“oh?” felix asked, stepping back, “what happened here?”

“i don’t know,” you laughed, “everything just seems to make so much sense now!”

felix furrowed his eyebrows, pointing at you, “who are you and what have you done with y/n?”

you laughed, swatting his hand away, “i am y/n, you fool!”

felix gasped, “maybe you met your soulmate! and now you realise how beautiful and purposeful the world is! look outside, the sun’s shining! the birds are chirp—“

“and they are giving me a headache,” you finished, “i may be fine now, but the world is still ugly and against me.”

“and she’s back,” felix said, walking into the back room to get his apron, “i missed you.”

you rolled your eyes, “shut up lix.”

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“hey,” you spoke, gaining changbin’s attention again, “want another refill?”

changbin looked at his empty coffee cup before nodding, “yes please.”

you walked over and collected his cup, refilling it with a latte (he needed something ‘stronger’) before handing it back over to him.

“you alright?” you asked, glancing at the concentrated boy.

he looked up at you in confusion, “yeah, i’m fine.”

“it’s just that you’ve been sat here all day,” you said, “i was just wondering if—“

“no, no, I’m fine,” changbin smiled, “the shop’s closed today and i was going to do this at home but this place is just so relaxing, i lost track of time.”

you nodded, “well, it’s okay with me. i’ve got to do some baking for tomorrow.”

“oh my god, are you closed?!” changbin exclaimed, looking around.

you chuckled, nodding, “changbin it’s fine, as i said, stay until i’ve finished baking, you seem to be pretty busy anyway.”

changbin sighed, nodding, “hey, this may seem really weird but, um, could i watch you? you know, baking?”

you chuckled, “sure, follow me.”

changbin smiled, picking up his notebook and latte and fitting his pencil behind his ear as he followed you to the kitchen, sitting himself on a chair with access to one of the work benches.

“do only you and felix work here?” he asked.

“full time, yeah, felix says he’s doing it so he can inherit the shop,” you chuckled, getting out the ingredients, “we’ve got two part timers though: jeongin and seungmin. jeongin’s a teenager and seungmin’s a college student.”

changbin nodded, “but this place is yours?”

you nodded, “yep. my parents left me a load of money to do whatever i want, and i bought this.”

changbin smiled, “but, why?”

“my soulmate, whoever they are, they like cakes and pastries,” you chuckled.

changbin smiled, nodding, “i got into tattoos due to my tattoo as well.”

“really? did you like the design?” you asked, glancing over at him as you began to weigh everything out.

“no,” changbin said, “i hated it. i used to sharpie over it, but it would always come off, i needed something more permanent.”

“do you not agree with soulmates?” you asked, confused.

“i mean, i’d like to find mine,” changbin sighed, “but that’s only because of our connection.”

you chuckled, “me too. i thought these were suppose to be happy.”

“is yours not?” changbin asked, going back to his drawing.

you hummed, “not at all.”

“neither,” changbin said, “i just wish they’re happy, wherever they are.”

you nodded, humming in response.

the room fell into silence besides slight tunes the two of you hummed, before the smell of freshly baked goodies was pouring out the oven.

you never realised being with someone could feel this comforting. you never really thought about it having any purpose, spending time with others. but it was in that room that you understood. changbin made it make sense.

“how long will they take?” changbin asked, glancing up.

“25 minutes, but now probably about 5,” you said, wiping the side, “have you finished?”

“mostly,” changbin said, standing up and stretching, his tummy becoming exposed from under his black t-shirt, “want to look?”

you turned around, nodding eagerly as changbin picked up his notebook and walked towards you.

he held it open, flicking throw the pages of designs. they all had headings, things like ‘nature’, ‘animals’, ‘skulls’.

“changbin, you’re amazing!” you exclaimed, looking through the pages in amazement at the drawings.

changbin blushed, “chan’s better bu—“

“i won’t believe it till i see it,” you said, turning to face the boy.

it was only then you realised how close you were to him. you were close to touching, changbin’s face near yours and your hand was on top of his, holding the notebook.

you chuckled, taking a step back, “sorry, that was—“

“no, no,” changbin said, also taking a step back, “it’s fine, i just—“

the timer began to beep, making you jump, but changbin just smiled. odd, you thought, most people would have burst out laughing, but then again, changbin wasn’t like most people.

you reached down, getting all the bakes out the oven and letting them cool as you chose some music, blasting it throughout your small coffee shop and dancing around.

changbin made no noise, but you could feel his eyes watching you.

“y/n,” changbin said, smiling as you looked back at him, eyebrows raised, “do you want a tattoo?”

___________

“i really cannot choose,” you said, flicking through your friend’s notebook for the hundreth time in the past two weeks, “why is this so hard?!”

changbin just smiled, shrugging as he looked through himself, “what do you want? nature?”

“yes, 100%,” you said, nodding.

“i thought the world was ugly and against you,” changbin teased.

you furrowed your eyebrows, “i guess i used to feel that way.”

over the past week, there’s just been more occasions when you stopped to smell flowers on the way to work and began to water the plants at the coffee shop. sometimes, you lay down outside and look up at the sky, taking in the natural beauty.

but that wasn’t the you everybody knew.

“but i find it all so beautiful now,” you chuckled, “the flowers and the sky and the green grass and the—“

“i get it, i get it,” changbin said, smiling, “so, what is the most beautiful?”

“daisies,” you said, “or just flowers in general?”

“and where do you want it?” changbin asked, turning to a new page and getting his pencil.

“on my forearm,” you nodded, “but that would look a bit weird, wouldn’t it? such a big tattoo on this arm and a tiny one on this one.”

“well let me look at your soulmate tattoo,” changbin said, offering his hand.

you paused, but rolled up your sleeve, giving him your arm.

for the past week, the boy in front of you, despite the 30 degree water, had been wearing hoodies and jackets out of desperations of not wanting anyone to see his arm.

suddenly, a few days ago, underneath the tattoos that chan had filled his arm with years ago, there was no longer portraits of the sky and trees, and flowers. there was only one word: y/n.

he had fallen in love with you so quickly, he hadn’t known what had happened, but it all made sense to him when he noticed the swirls of colours gone. your suddenly positive attitude was confusing everyone but changbin, but he knew he couldn’t tell you.

you weren’t in love with him.

“until we meet, i will be unable to be happy. until you fall in love with me, i will be unable to laugh,” changbin read, “unable to laugh?”

you nodded sadly, “it’s so shit, changbin. i’m causing so much unhappiness in this poor person’s life and i– i don’t even know who it is!”

changbin nodded, tears threatening to spill as he grabbed his bag, shoving everything into it before pulling you into a hug as he usually did.

“i just remembered something i have to do. i-i have to go,” changbin lied, rushing to your front door, “i’ll finish your tattoo design. promise!”

“wait! changbin!” you called, but the door slammed shut before you could say anything else.

and there you were, alone again.

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lakeofdarkness · 5 years

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straykidsftw · 4 years

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pixieminutes · 4 years

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Love | CB

genre: angst, fluff

members: bang chan x reader, kim seungmin, seo changbin, lee felix

warnings: verbal criticism, pregnant!reader, labour

Monday 3rd October, 2016

“mum, dad, this is y/n.”

“hello y/n!” chan’s mum, jessica, smiled, pulling you into a hug, “we’ve heard so much about you!”

“careful, you’re going to overwhelm her,” chan’s dad laughed, “i’m jack. it’s lovely to meet you, y/n.”

“and they are hannah and lucas,” chan said, pointing to his little sister and brother.

“hey!” lucas exclaimed.

“hello,” hannah greeted you.

you smiled, looking up to chan as he winked at you.

“y/n, i hope your hungry, we tend to cook a lot,” jack chuckled.

lucas got up, following his dad into the kitchen, “i mean, we’re not complaining.”

chan chuckled, “sorry if you get overwhelmed. they can be a bit wild.”

you smiled, shaking your head, “no, no. i like it.”

Saturday 30th December, 2017

“mum, dad, this is chan.”

“nice to meet you,” chan smiled, bowing slightly as he shook both their hands.

“yes,” your mum nodded, “y/d/n, can i speak to you for a second? in the kitchen?”

you sighed, watching as they walked into the kitchen together, closing the door behind them, “they could at least try and hide it.”

chan shook his head, running a hand through your hair, “it’s alright. we’ll just do this, and then leave, okay? and we’ll watch disney movies and eat chocolate.”

you chuckled, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s thin waist, “that sounds nice.”

Friday 14th December, 2018

“ah! y/n! there you are!” your friend, mina, laughed, “finally!”

“sorry i was picking out my clothes. living with nine men isn’t great for fashion advice,” you laughed.

she laughed nervously, “you still live with them? y/n. are you still dating chan?”

your breath hitched in your throat at the slight judgement in her voice. it hurt. it stung so, so much.

“yeah,” you nodded, “yeah i am.”

“y/n,” she pouted, “it’s not good for you. and what about the whole marriage and baby thing? you’ve always wanted that.”

“chan wants it too!” you exclaimed, trying not to get angry, playing it off with a laugh, “anyway, speaking of the whole marriage and baby thing. how are you?”

mina smiled, pulling her latest sonogram out of her bag, giving you time to blink away your tears before pretending to care, once again, about someone’s baby. it was stupid anyway, you couldn’t see anything on there, it was just a black and white blob.

“y/n! mina!” your other friend, julie, exclaimed, walking in the restaurant. you could practically see her diamond engagement ring sparkling from here.

god this was gonna be a long night.

Saturday 15th December, 2018

“i’m home!” you exclaimed, taking off your shoes and rubbing your feet slightly, the impromptu walk along the river last night and the walk home had not been considered when you picked out heels for yesterday evening.

“hello!” seungmin exclaimed, “no one else replied so i thought i should!”

“thank you!” you called, laughing as you walked into your’s and chan’s bedroom.

chan was sat there with his headphones on, back to you. you sighed, eyes filling with tears as you slowly shut the door behind you.

“oh, you’re home,” chan smiled, quickly stopping what he was doing and taking his headphones off before turning round to face you, “w-why are you crying?! y/n?”

he quickly stood up, scooping you into his arms and kissing your head as you buried your face in his chest.

“i hate them, chan, i hate them!” you cried, “why is it so bad?! i don’t understand!”

chan’s heart ached, he knew exactly what you were talking about and he understood your pain.

“it’s okay,” chan soothed, rocking you back and forth as he buried his face in the top of your head, “for everyone who doesn’t like us, there’s someone who does okay? and speaking of...”

he let you go, taking your hand and bringing you over to his laptop where he brought up a page of notes from that days meeting.

“australia,” you read.

he nodded, “australia. we’re going to australia. we’re gonna tour, but my family have said that you can stay with them.”

fresh tears poured from your eyes as you wrapped your arms around chan, burying your face in his neck, “thank you.”

“why are you thanking me?” he chuckled, the slight laugh turning into a sigh, “here, come on, stop crying.”

he lifted your head out, wiping your tears away with his thumb, “i love you.”

you smiled, “i love you too.”

“well, that’s good,” he laughed as you hugged him again.

Tuesday 19th February, 2019

“wow that’s a lot of food,” you laughed, watching as jessica and jack brought in bags and bags of food from their shopping trip.

“nine teenage boys is a lot to feed,” jessica shrugged.

“and us! we need feeding as well!” lucas exclaimed.

“yes, yes, but your going to your friend’s tonight,” jessica nodded, “this is for chris’s band.”

“why don’t you just stay here? then you can eat barbecue and spend more time with chan,” you said, unpacking the bags.

“and be seen on camera? no thanks,” hannah said as you laughed, “that’s chris’s job, not mine.”

“and hannah’s going to her friends so i’m going to mine,” lucas said, sat on the floor with berry.

you nodded, “fair enough.”

“do you have any siblings, y/n?” jack asked.

“mmm, but i never see them,” you sighed.

“ha, snap,” lucas said as jessica flicked his head, making you all laugh.

the weigt on your heart hurt, almost snapping. how could everything surrounding chan be the best aspects of your life, and all you could give him was nothing but negativity?

Monday 1st April, 2019

“finally,” you chuckled as chan walked into your shared bedroom, pulling his shirt off and climbing into bed, wriggling around until he was comfortable.

“what?” chan asked, his eyes already closed.

“i thought you were never coming to bed,” you hummed, playing with his blonde hair as his head stayed buried in your chest, “you may as well room with changbin now.”

chan sighed, pulling his head away and looking up at you, “why would i do that when we could just live in our house?”

you laughed, “dream on, bang, i’ve still got debt to pay off.”

chan smiled, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, “i’ve bought us a house, y/n. now go to sleep so you wake up in the morning, think this was a dream and i can surprise you with it.”

“what?” you asked, “christopher bang, do not fall asleep on me.”

chan smiled, “you sound like my mum.”

“i’m serious!” you exclaimed, before realising about the others living in your cramped apartment and lowering your volume, “chan. explain.”

“i’ve bought us a house,” chan said, “so that we can do the marriage and baby thing that all your friends are doing. i love you y/n. now go to sleep.”

your eyes filled with tears as you looked at how sincere your boyfriend looked.

“your serious aren’t you?”

“deadly,” he hummed, before closing his eyes, “sleep.”

you smiled, moving closer to him and pressing a kiss to his bare chest before closing your eyes and slowly drifting away into sleep.

Tuesday 2nd April, 2019

“felix, has chan said anything about a house? or have you managed to see anything about a house?” you asked, having managed to sneak out of your bedroom and into the kitchen without waking up your boyfriend.

“hmm? for us?”

“no, no. for– for us, me and chan,” you explained.

“oh, no,” felix shrugged, “why? did he tell you yesterday?”

“yeah, just before bed,” you said, “do you think—“

“it was an april fools joke? yes, it was april fools.”

“it was april fools?!” you exclaimed, “oh jesus christ, i am so stupid! felix, why am i like this?!”

“good morning angel,” chan smiled, kissing your head and taking your hand, “let’s go.”

“where? chan we’re both in pyjamas,” you said, furrowing your eyebrows.

chan took his car keys from off the side and slid his feet into some shoes, “come on. i’m waiting.”

felix looked at his elder friend in confusion before turning to face you, “you know, i don’t think that was an april fools joke.”

Monday 1st July, 2019

“god these promotions felt so long. i don’t even know why,” chan groaned, circling his head as you rubbed his bare shoulders.

“hmm, maybe it’s cause you know you get to come home to a nice house, and not a cramped dorm with eight other men,” you laughed.

he nodded, “you’re right. and this tour is bitter sweet. i mean i’m so excited but at the same time, it’s so long to be without you.”

“i’ll be alright chan, i swear. it’s not even that long!” you smiled, “just promise to buy me a souvenir.”

“i’ll buy you one in every country i go,” chan said, kissing your hand gently.

you sighed, kissing his shoulder, “i’ll miss you, prince.”

“i’ll miss you more, angel,” he chuckled, turning round and bringing you onto his lap, “we should make the most of this time, though.”

you giggled, “hmm, should we?”

chan smiled as you began kissing him, moaning slightly.

“i love you,” he whispered.

you smiled slightly, leaning your forehead against his, “i love you too.”

Saturday 27th July, 2019

“mum, i have something to tell you,” you said, kicking at the stones under your feet, “it’s why i called you here.”

“well what is it?” she asked, her voice gentle, “are you alright?”

“i’m pregnant.”

your teeth couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip gently, a small smile trying hard not to break out on your face. this was the first person you’d told, and just saying the words out loud made butterflies fly in your stomach.

she was still, silent. she stopped walking and turned to face you, taking your hands

“i- i see,” she stuttered, “y/n you know we’re always happy to have you back home with us—“

“no,” you said, moving away from her, your face dropping to a frown. god, you should have known, “no! no! mum, you’ve got this all wrong! this is a good thing for me and chan and- and i thought you’d be happy too!”

“well, sweetie, chan’s not the best for—“

“no! mum don’t even finish that sentence!” you exclaimed, your mum looking round consciously at the people staring, “he’s the best thing in my life, mum, and i– i don’t know why people can’t see that! i don’t get it! what’s so wrong about him? he’s taken care of me, he’s taken me in, he’s bought me a house? he’s given me his child? he’s the best person i’ve ever known, mum! and i just– i love him so much.”

she sighed, shaking her head, “i’m sorry darling, but i just don’t.”

Sunday 28th July, 2019

“jessica!” you smiled, wiping your laptop camera, “can you see me?”

“ah, i can!” she smiled, “so what is it? i’m alone, by the way, no pesky kids or husband in the room.”

you laughed, “is there a pesky dog?”

she looked around, “oh, yeah, berry! say hi to y/n!”

berry came on camera and you smiled, admiring the beautiful dog.

“ah, no, no, okay, tell me, what is it?” jessica said, placing berry on her lap.

“okay, well...” you stopped, taking a deep breath.

what if this ended like your mum? what if chan reacted like your mum as well? what if you ended up totally alone? just you and this baby. oh god, you couldn’t do this alone!

“hey, hey, you okay?” jessica asked, “you look panicked.”

you looked to jessica’s kind eyes and you paused. how could you ever think she’d be like your mum?

“i’m pregnant,” you said quickly, “but this is top secret! you can’t tell chan!”

jessica’s jaw dropped as she started squealing, “y/n! oh y/n, my girl! my daughter! oh, i couldn’t be happier!”

you laughed, wiping away your tears. so this is what true family felt like.

Sunday 4th August, 2019

“y/n? y/n?!”

“chan!” you exclaimed, running down the stairs and into your boyfriend’s arms.

“god how can i miss you so much in eight days?!” he cried, spinning you round.

“it’s crazy what you do to me,” you laughed.

“you alright?” he asked, “you’re laughing weirdly.”

“chan,” you giggled, tears welling in your eyes as you thought of everything you’ve been through, “i’m pregnant.”

chan’s eyebrows raised as his face broke into a huge smile, scooping you up into a hug, “oh my god! you make me the happiest person alive! y/n, thank you! thank you! god, i love you so much.”

Wednesday October 3rd, 2012

“what’s your name?”

“chris,” the boy said suspiciously, “if you want a korean name though, it’s chan.”

“hi chan,” you smiled, “i’m y/n.”

“how old are you?” he asked, “and... who are you?”

you laughed, “i’m 14 and i’m y/n, like i said. i just, i keep seeing you around so i can’t help but think it’s fate.”

chan looked at you, his head tilted to the side, “that’s a strange reason. but it’s interesting. where have you seen me before?”

Wednesday April 1st, 2020

“ah! chan! chan!”

“huh?”

“chan! the baby’s coming!”

chan furrowed his eyebrows, looking at the date on his computer, april 1st, that wasn’t the due date.

“very funny, y/n,” he said, “happy april fools.”

2012

“just around,” you shrugged, “happy birthday by the way.”

“how did you know it’s my birthday?” chan asked, “wow it really must be fate!”

you laughed, “idiot. you’re wearing a badge.”

chan blushed, “oh.”

2020

“chan! ah!”

“stop playing, y/n,” chan called, rolling his eyes as he went back to his work.

“chan! please!” you shouted, the pain in your abdomin becoming too much to bare as you gripped on tightly to the sheets.

chan sighed, “i get it, happy april fools, y/n, i understand.”

“i’m 100% serious you absolute idiot! now come here before a smash your computer!”

oh, that didn’t sound like you.

“angel? you alright?” chan asked, running upstairs to your shared bedroom where you were sat on the bed, gripping the sheets till they were basically ripped, taking deep breaths to get through the pain.

“do i look alright?!” you exclaimed, before looking at your fiancé with teary eyes, “chan. the baby’s coming.”

2012

“well, what are you doing for your birthday?” you asked.

chan shrugged, “nothing really, i don’t really like birthdays.”

“you don’t like birthdays?!” you exclaimed.

chan shook his head, “is that so wrong?”

“think about how much pain your mum went through to bring you into this world however many years ago today!”

“15.”

“and this is how you repay her?!” you exclaimed, “come on, let’s at least go and get some food. i’ve got about ₩500. tteokbokki?”

2020

“god, chan, this is terrible,” you sighed, “i’m in constant fear.”

chan chuckled, “it’s okay, it’s gonna be over soon.”

“soon,” you scoffed, “bets on this lasting for more than a day.”

“really? you think so?” chan asked.

“chan, this is your child,” you sighed, “it’s probably already inherited a stubborn gene.”

chan rolled his eyes, “i can’t believe you.”

“can we at least eat before getting checked in?”

chan sighed, looking at you in disbelief.

“what?” you asked, “chan, i’m nine months pregnant, i’m hungry.”

“what do you want to eat?”

you hummed before seeing a small shop on the side of the road, “tteokbokki!”

2012

“wah, this is some of the best tteokbokki i’ve ever had!” you exclaimed.

“really?” chan smiled, “oh, your face.”

“huh?”

“you’ve got sauce all over you,” chan laughed, handing you a tissue, “here.”

2020

“ah sh—“

“what?”

“i got sauce on my t-shirt,” you laughed, looking at your stained t-shirt, stretched over your nine-month baby bump.

chan laughed, taking a tissue and wiping it slightly, handing it over to you to do the rest.

2012

“we should go,” chan said, “i’ve got to get to jyp.”

“jyp? why?” you asked.

“i’m a trainee,” he smiled.

your eyes widened, “really?! wow you must be so talented!”

chan blushed, “well– i don’t—“

2020

you held your breath, pain spreading all over your body once again.

“breath, baby,” chan sighed, “want to hold my hand?”

you started taking deep breaths, gripping onto chan’s hand.

“we should go,” he said, “ready?”

you shook your head, “chan, i don’t– i don’t think i can do this.”

chan sighed, “y/n. look how far we’ve come together. i promise you, you can do this.”

2012

“i mean you had to get in to jyp first of all, and your still there now,” you said, “big respect.”

chan smiled, “thanks, but i really don’t think i’m great.”

“stop that!”

“i’m serious!” he laughed, but the laugh wasn’t humorous, “my friends are about to debut and i just... don’t get to debut with them. that must mean something.”

“that means you’re not ready yet,” you shrugged, “that doesn’t mean you’re not good, that just means that there are better people on their way. it’s fate, chan.”

Thursday 2nd April, 2020

“congratulations! it’s a little boy!” the doctor exclaimed, another nurse coming and taking the baby from his arms, going and taking him to be washed.

“y/n, you did it! god, you did it! i’m so proud of you,” chan smiled, kissing your head, “we have our baby!”

your eyes filled with tears as they brought him back over, a little bit of paper attatched to his ankle with the date, his length and his weight.

“would you like to hold him?” the nurse asked, holding the baby out to you.

you nodded, taking the small baby into your arms and holding him close. he immediately wriggled, becoming comfortable with his whole body buried against yours.

your smile was undeniable. this, out of all the moments of your entire life, was by far the happiest. and you had chan by your side as well.

chan kissed your head, “you’ve worked hard, y/n. i love you.”

Sunday 25th March, 2018

“y/n!” chan exclaimed, running off stage and running into your arms.

“you did it! you debuted!” you laughed, holding your boyfriend tightly, “god you’ve debuted, i’m so proud of you.”

chan smiled, the tears in his eyes undeniable.

every moment for the past seven years lead up to this, and you were by his side for so long, he couldn’t have been more thankful.

“you’ve worked hard, chan,” you smiled, kissing his head, “i love you.”

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Seven Years | LMH (2)

genre: fluff, singleparent!reader

members: lee minho x reader

warnings: making out/implied smut?? very pg though

part 1

09:56 (just before when minho said he’d meet you)

“remember to be nice, okay?”

“do you like him?” haon asked, staring at your intertwined hands. you were walking a little bit too fast for his little legs, but he let it slide as you said this was important.

“of course i like him! i’d say we’re friend—“

“no. do you like like him?” haon asked.

you chuckled, turning and running your hands through your son’s hair, “stop growing haonie. and maybe, we’ll have to see.”

“so he could be my new dad?”

you took a breath, “we’ll have to see. okay, we’re here!”

haon looked in the window at the small brunch café.

“you alright?” you paused, “they do pancakes.”

haon smiled, nodding as you let out a sigh of relief, walking through the doors. before the waitress could approach you, minho’s waving hand caught your attention, leading you over to him.

“hello,” minho smiled, pulling you into a hug, “you alright?”

you nodded, “minho, this is haon. haon, this is minho.”

haon looked up and bowed, minho slightly bowing in return, making haon giggle.

you smiled, “you wanna sit next to me, haon?”

“no, i want to sit next to mr. minho,” he said, “cause then i can look at mum’s beautiful face!”

you sat down, glaring at your son, “what have you done?”

haon giggled cheekily, “nothing!”

“hmm, you sure?” minho chuckled, “here, whisper what you did.”

“i didn’t do nothing!” haon exclaimed, laughing.

you laughed too, trying to quieten haon down.

“um, what would you like to drink? i’ll get it,” you said, putting your coat on the back of your chair.

“flat white please,” minho smiled, “but i’ve already told them to pay with my card so...”

“minho!”

“it’s fine,” he smiled, shrugging.

you sighed, “haon. melon milk?”

haon nodded.

“if not...”

“hot chocolate!” he exclaimed.

you nodded, smiling as you walked over to the counter.

“how old are you, mr. minho?” haon asked, glancing over at the man sat beside him.

“i’m 25 years old.”

“birthday?”

“25th of october, 1998.”

“star sign?”

“scorpio.”

“interestings?”

minho chuckled, “um... dancing, cats, your mum.”

haon smiled, “i like that. it was smooth.”

minho nodded, “well thanks.”

there was silence for a moment before haon looked up at minho bashfully. haon had always had a kind of prejudice against men his mum’s age, especially when they were trying to interfere with his mum’s life.

but minho liked cats.

“i-i like cats too, mr. minho.”

minho smiled, “do you want to see photos of mine? i have three.”

07:14 (30 minutes before haon should be at the bus stop)

you rolled your eyes at the sound of the doorbell, “just coming!”

“mum! have you seen my uniform?!”

“um... check the dryer!” you exclaimed, before pulling the door open, “minho. hi!”

“hey, sorry, you look busy. i just thought before i go to work we could go to the shops together?” minho offered.

“mum! what can i have for breakfast?!”

you rolled your eyes, “come in.”

minho chuckled, taking off his shoes as he pulled the door shut behind him.

“can you just have toast? i’ll make you something really nice for dinner,” you nodded.

“can i have nutella too?” haon asked, his big, shiny eyes looking up at you.

you chuckled, ruffling his hair, “sure.”

“mr. minho!” haon exclaimed, “hello!”

“hey haon,” minho smiled, “you going to school?”

haon nodded.

“do you get the bus? or do you walk?” minho asked.

“bus,” haon said bluntly, putting the bread in the toaster.

minho nodded, “okay then.”

there was a few minutes of silence as you left the room to get haon’s things together, neither of the two boys daring to say anything to the other.

finally, the toaster popped, making both of them jump slightly before laughing. haon continued giggling as he reached up to get the toast out.

suddenly, minho’s reactions– that he didn’t particularly know he had –kicked in and he jumped in the way.

“careful!” he exclaimed, before stepping back sheepishly out of the alarmed boy’s way, “that’s gonna be hot. want me to do it for you?”

haon blinked a few times before nodding, “yes please.”

minho smiled, moving forward again and getting the toast out and laying it on the board.

he paused for a moment, looking round the unfamiliar space, “where’s the nutella then?”

11 days later, 07:14 (30 minutes before haon should be at the bus stop)

minho hummed as he got the toast out the toaster, putting it on the board and slathering it with a layer of nutella. he put it on a small plate before pouring a glass of milk to go alongside it.

“haon! i’ve made your breakfast!” minho called, the patter of small footsteps echoing through the house as haon ran to the kitchen.

“slowly!” you yelled.

“thank you mr. minho,” haon beamed as he reached the kitchen, snatching the plate and cup off the side and sitting at the table to dig in.

“your welcome, sprout,” minho smiled, wiping the top clear, “want me to walk you to the bus stop today?”

haon nodded, “minwoo wants to do aeroplanes again!”

minho chuckled, nodding, “okay. we’ll do aeroplanes.”

you approached the doorway, but stopped when you heard haon talking to minho. your son was giggling and talking in a way you’d never heard before.

was this how he would’ve treated a dad?

did he think of minho as a fatherly figure? cause you didn’t think you’d mind if he did.

god, what a terrible thing to think about the boy you like.

17:59 (time for friday night movie night)

“hmm, what do you want to watch?” you hummed, flicking through netflix, “it seems like we’ve watched everything on here.”

“mum,” haon said, the vowel sound dragging on.

“yes, baby?”

you looked down at your son as he looked up at you, his big brown eyes sparkling. you could see confusion behind them.

“what is it?” you asked, taking your arm from around him so you could inspect his face, “are you okay?”

“i’m fine!” he exclaimed, wriggling until you moved your hand.

“then what?”

haon sighed, “do you like mr. minho?”

you took a deep breath. of course he would question this. why would he not start to question it? he was a lot more grown up than you cared to admit. he probably had a girlfriend himself!

“yeah,” you nodded, “i like him a lot, haon.”

haon smiled.

“why? do you like him?” you asked, a sudden nervousness filling you up.

haon nodded slowly, “i like him a lot.”

you smiled, “well... that’s good.”

haon sat back, snuggling into you, “i want to watch mulan.”

“again?”

haon glared at you.

“alright, alright.”

07:11 (saturday, when haon does what he wants in the morning)

you opened your eyes, taking a deep breath and groaning slightly as you stretched.

your eyes remained closed, taking a few moments to properly wake up as you heard haon laughing.

must be watching cartoons, you thought, before the sound of minho’s voice flowed it’s way into your room.

“minho?!” you exclaimed, scrambling out of bed.

“oh, seems like your mum’s up,” minho chuckled.

you needed to get to the bathroom, minho couldn’t see you like this! but he was sat right in the middle of the pathway from here to your bathroom.

you sighed, collecting some makeup and some clothes, exiting the bedroom.

“mummy! can i go to minwoo’s, i left something there and i want to show mr. minho,” haon said.

“yes, yes, go,” you said, still covering your face, “be quick!”

you continued on your way to the bathroom, but you were stopped when a hand grabbed your wrist.

“y/n what are you doing?” minho asked.

you blushed, hyperaware of how close you were to minho with bad-breath, bare-face and while wearing pyjamas.

“just need to go to the bathroom,” you chuckled nervously, turning again.

“why? it’s 7am on a saturday, you don’t need to be anywhere,” minho chuckled, “come on. let’s watch tv. or do you want breakfast?”

“just let me brush my teeth,” you pleaded as minho let go of your wrist and walked into the kitchen.

“y/n, why would you need to brush your teeth? you haven’t even eaten breakfast,” minho said.

“in case we kiss,” you muttered.

“do you want toast? or cerea— wait what?”

your eyes widened, as you began to run out the room, “need to go!”

minho closed his eyes, chuckling slightly with a lazy grin as he watched the bathroom door bang closed, you the other side of it.

“y/n?” he called.

“hold on,” you shouted, “i’m just... never gonna come out ever again.”

minho laughed, “but what if i want to kiss you?”

“then i need to brush my teeth,” you said.

“just come out,” minho spoke.

you sighed, banging your head against the door a couple times before opening it slowly.

minho was still stood in the kitchen, leaning on the work surface, beconing you with his hand.

you shook your head.

“y/n.”

you sighed again, walking towards him slowly.

“why do you think you need to do all that stuff? i’ve been here so much the past couple of weeks,” minho said.

you took a deep breath, “because i like you, lee minho.”

minho’s eyes widened, “y-you do?!”

you nodded, “i like you a lot. a-and i know i was the one to push you away at first but that’s only because of haon but you’re so good with haon and it only makes me like you more! an—“

minho slammed his lips onto yours, pulling you against him by the small of your back.

you laughed slightly into the kiss, not pulling away at all as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

minho’s hands moved so they were on your thighs, minho murmering a quick, “jump”, and you obliged.

you wrapped your legs around his waist before he set you down on the kitchen countertop. he pulled away and smiled, kissing down your jaw and down your neck.

“y/n i like you so much,” he said, finally placing one short kiss on your lips before pulling away, “so, so much.”

you smiled, “i feel the same, minho.”

minho’s smile mirrored yours as he ran his hands down your arms, linking your hands with his.

“i mean that wasn’t part of the plan, but...” he trailed off and the sound of the door opening rang through the house.

you turned around, seeing haon with a bunch of orange roses and a balloon.

“haon! what’s this?!” you exclaimed.

“from mr. minho,” haon spoke, before imitating minho, “y/n y/l/n, i like you.”

you looked back to minho with tears in your eyes, shaking your head.

“the boy speaks the truth,” minho shrugged.

your son held out the balloons and the flowers to you as you laughed, taking them from his hands.

“i didn’t actually go to minwoo’s, mummy,” haon giggled.

you nodded, “i can tell, baby.”

“but minwoo is at the park, can i go and play with him now?”

“truthful this time?” you laughed.

haon nodded, completely seriously.

“well okay then,” you chuckled, patting his head as he ran back out the door.

“you like it?” minho asked.

you shook your head in disbelief, “minho, i love it.”

minho smiled, walking over and kissing you again, his hands on your hips as yours were around his neck.

you were just hoping haon stayed out for a while.

a couple years later... 11:34 (the first day in your new apartment)

“good morning, sleeping beauty,” minho smiled, “how did you sleep?”

you groaned, rolling over and chuckling slightly, “how do you think i slept minho?”

“it seemed pretty good,” minho smiled, laughing.

“how about you?” you asked, the smile never leaving your face as you turned over to face your fiancé.

minho nodded, “it’s pretty comfortable.”

you smiled, rubbing his arm, “savour this though, it might be taken away from you in the next few months.”

“why do you always think so negatively?!” minho exclaimed, “come on, we have a house, we’ve got money, we’ll get married in a couple months, everything’s good!”

“no, no,” you chuckled, “i mean by me. you’ll be kicked out by me. well, and someone else.”

“by haon?” minho guessed, “y/n what are you talking about?”

you giggled, rolling over and taking out a small white stick from your bedside table. you glanced at the small ‘positive’ written on it, smiling and biting your lip before handing it to minho.

“not haon,” you smiled, “but the other one. i’m pregnant.”

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