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Our Love In Dandelions

The day you two met, you made a wish on a dandelion. Today, the eve of your 21st birthday, you find yourself making that wish again.

Word count: 3.0k

Genre: Beomgyu x reader, soulmate au!, childhood friends-to-lovers au!, fluff, angst

Warnings: language

Author: Thank you so much @sunlightwoo for beta reading ! this was also how i realized that, at this point, the only fics i have written for gyu are childhood friends to lovers but it just works so well for him idk. anyways happy birthday to this special lad <3

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Kids can be ruthless. In a time before you really develop a filter, words come and go as they please. Be it the coldest insults a 5-year-old can muster or the weirdest questions on planet earth, things are said without much care. Having said that, kindergarten could be the worst place ever sometimes. At least that seemed to be the truth for the young boy you saw curled into himself across the playground. He sat at the edge of the primary play structure, far away from everyone else running around on the field. Head tucked into his knees; his body growing smaller as he pulled tighter and tighter into his chest. You had barely begun to learn the names or faces of your classmates, but you recognized the small yellow sweater clinging to his frame. Your mind recalled a little boy in your class wearing something similar today; he’d been extremely energetic during introductions.

He must be that boy.

Moving closer, something else in your little brain clicked at the soft shaking of his shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

The boy looked up at you. His eyes were glassy, cheeks red and puffy. He seemed so fragile, on the verge of tears. Meeting your eyes, he quickly wiped at the tear tracks marking his face.

“I-I’m fine.” The small words stuck to his throat.

Looking at his frame, shaking and alone, you decided to sit next to him, “But you’re crying.”

His mouth remained closed but he couldn’t turn to look at you.

“Why are you crying?”

“I-I wanted to go play w-with them, b-but they said I wasn’t allowed to.”

“Oh…well, you can play with me. If you want.”

The boy's soft sniffles silenced as he turned to you. “Huh?”

“Come on!” All of a sudden, his hand was in yours as you pulled him along behind you. Despite initial surprise he held, as you dragged him from game to game, the happy little boy you initially remembered surfaced once again. The two of you ran and jumped and played for what seemed like forever, off in your own little world. But, as recess slowly neared its end, so did your small pocket of joy.

Tired from all of your running, you two sat side by side in the grass.

“Look! Dandelions!” His tiny fingers plucked up a fuzzy, white ball from dirt before puffing out all the air in his lungs. Bunches of white fuzz broke apart, taking flight on their own.

“Whoa! How’d you do that!?”

“You just pick them up and blow on it, see?” He repeated his actions sending another flurry of white into the sky, “My mommy says if you make a wish while blowing, it’ll come true!”

“Really!?”

“Yep! My mommy is never wrong.”

“I wanna try!” You reached forward to the grass, fumbling around with the stem before pulling it out. Following all of his instructions, you take a deep breath before letting it all go. The seeds scatter across your vision and you quickly close your eyes to make your silent wish. When you opened them up, you found the boy watching you intently.

“What did you wish for?”

“I wish that we’ll play together every day and be best friends forever!”

16 years later

“Sour cream and onion or barbecue?”

Beomgyu holds up two huge bags of chips. He flips between the two, enticingly raising each.

“Hmm.” You let the thought simmer before coming to a conclusion, “Both.”

“Oo, spending the big bucks!”

“Go big or go home.”

“Hell yeah!” He throws the bags into your overflowing shopping cart. Before you can stop him he’s already running into the next aisle, ready to pile as many carbs as the cart would carry.

His smile is the same as the day you first met him. Curved eyes and shining teeth reminiscent of when you told him the wish you’d made on that dandelion. Who knew that such futile things would come to fruition?

Since that day, you two had become inseparable. Every day at school, attached at the hip. Your quick connection only deepened at the realization of your shared birthday. How your little hearts jumped for joy at what you saw as a true sign you were meant to be the best of friends forever. And you were. The two of you spent every day you could together; shared every birthday party and cake. Through the fun of elementary school, the energy of your childhood spent in days of freedom. Lent on one another in the hell of middle school, life, to you, falling apart at the seams as change rammed its way through you. Hiked together across the rocky terrain of high school, approaching the world head-on hand-in-hand. Now, here you are, 16-years-past and together still. Making your way through college and grappling with the last remaining bits of your adolescents. With Beomgyu by your side, life feels simpler. Your worries are mere dirt specks to be swept off your shoulder. The looming menace of your 21st birthday is but a pesky insect you can simply swat at. Though, you’re quickly reminded of the impending event as he returns to the cart waving a pack of numbered candles.

“Can’t forget these.”

“Do we even have a cake?”

“I think so?” He shrugs, nonchalant, “I don’t know, but it’s fine. We can always stick them in, like, ice cream or something.”

“I feel like that would be…a terrible idea.”

“Thank you.” Beomgyu chucks the candles atop the cart and looks back up at you, “So, do you think we need anything else?”

You look at the pile of groceries sitting beside you. There’s chips, and candy, and jello, and punch, and soda, and an obscene amount of ramyeon packets. Everything you’d think you’d need for an over-budget birthday party food table.

“I think if we get anything else the cart is going to give out.”

“Yeah, but also.” Suddenly, he pulls out a set of paper dishware covered in bright red characters, “We’re getting the Spider-man plates.”

You laugh at your friend as he adds another thing to the mess and struggles to get the cart rolling to the front of the store. Despite the reason for your trip, his childish nature shone through in the planning of the future. The slow ticking of time to the day you two must face your fate.

You often wished you could see the world as he does.

With the approach of your 21st birthday, came the looming fear of the inevitable. Of receiving your tattoo. At the first strike of midnight, the day you were to turn twenty-one, the ink would bloom across your skin. A tattoo, one of the same design, shape, place, weight, as would be found on the person you were destined to forever. Your soulmate. It’s said when soulmates meet, their marks burn bright red, warm and pulsing with the strings of their fate tying together. A red tattoo is one of found love.

For most, the prospect of soulmates was an exciting one. Hell, long before now, even you would stay awake at night thinking of the day you’d meet your soulmate. Slowly, though, your heart has changed. It’s found love on its own. It may not be predestined by the universe, but it makes your heart swell nonetheless. It is the reason for your hope in the world. But it is also the reason for your fear, your aching. Till the eve of your birthday, you’re preparing yourself to possibly have to let go of Beomgyu. Not his wonderful friendship, but the feeling that ran much deeper through your heart. While you had loved him since your second year of high school, the universe cared little for such futile things. You knew the possibility was still there; that as your tattoos appeared together, they would be the same. You also knew that may not happen and your love would simply have to fade. The thought made your heart ache as you watched Beomgyu happily pack grocery bags into the trunk of his car.

The mountain of groceries you decided to buy was starting to feel like more and more of a mistake. Attempting to lug as many bags as you could at one time up the three flights of stairs to your apartment probably wasn’t your brightest idea. Finally, with Beomgyu’s help, you dropped the last set of groceries on the kitchen table. Your body came crashing down after that, falling onto the soft living room carpet.

“God, I am never exercising again.” You groan out into the floor.

Beomgyu laughs, coming over to your limp form, “Like you ever did before.”

“Shut up.” You reach up for a pillow from the couch, attempting to throw it at his head. It misses and he makes his way onto the cushions beside you.

“Sorry, sorry. That honestly was a stupid idea. Why are your stairs so steep?”

“I think the builders just fucking hated everyone.” Rolling onto your back, you look up at Beomgyu. He’s spread out over the couch, head hanging on the arm. Fluffy brown hairs fall from his face, they curl and twist over his eyes. His skin is smooth and creamy, you want to reach out to wipe away the stray hairs dusting it. You want to move up, press kiss after kiss over the rounding of his cheeks, and trail your hands through the soft waves of his hair. But you shouldn’t. You can’t.

“How long ‘till the boys are supposed to get here?”

He lazily drags his phone into his eye line, “I mean, it’s 5:00, so about an hour.”

“Okay, thanks.” You pull yourself up to go unload the bags and fill bowls of chips.

“Wait!” Beomgyu rushes to get up with you, “Let me help you.”

He does. Together you two unpack and refill and put everything away. Comforting silence fills the space as it always does, but you can’t help but speak the question plaguing you.

“Are you scared?”

“Hm? Of what?”

“Tonight?”

“Of my soul mark? I know they’re tattoos but I don’t think they actually hurt.”

“No, no, I-I know. I mean, like, aren’t you nervous? We’re not actually meeting them, but all of a sudden it’s gonna be a worry, y’know? What if everything changes?”

“Whoa, nothing’s gonna change. Not between us, you’ll always be my best friend.” He bumps your shoulder, “You know that.”

The words hurt. He had not intended them to but they stung deep in your chest. The worst part is you knew he was right. Nothing was going to change, you would only be friends, and that was okay. A life with him as your closest friend was better than one without him at all. You’d have to let him go, but not completely.

“Yeah. I do.” A sad smile grew upon your cheeks before you shook yourself out of your head, “Anyways, that's all of the snacks and stuff, but we still need to order the pizza.”

“Oh shit! We do.” Beomgyu immediately pulls out his phone and begins typing, “If I go ahead and order it, do you think you could pick it up? Knowing Soobin, he’ll probably be here in, like, 20 minutes.”

“Yep! Just let me know when.”

“On it!”

Soobin had, in fact, shown up at your apartment 20 minutes early. Right as Beomgyu had alerted you that the pizza should be picked up soon, a knock sounded from the door. Swinging it open revealed the man holding a large gift bag. You simply sighed at your friend’s predictability, shouting to Beomgyu who was. Although, after that, you left the two alone to go get the food.

The car was silent. No music played, no sound rang except for the endless crunching of pavement beneath the wheels. You sat alone, headed down the road in silence. Your brain was completely focused on the task at hand, with no time for external worries. And, for the first time today, your head was silent as well. No racing, or rushing, just the calming waters of solitude. The silence only seemed to grow greater as you slowed to a stop in an empty parking spot. It followed you as you shuffled along the sidewalk. It was soft and warm and swallowed your brain.

It broke. You stopped in your tracks. Traffic and birds and shop music flood your senses. And there, struggling for sun in the thin cracks of the concrete, was a tiny, fluffy, dandelion. The fluorescent light shone out from the pizza place’s storefront, giving the little weed a heavenly glow. It’s enticing and you can’t help yourself as your fingers curl around the stem. The plant gives way. The tufts dance in the light as you stand enamored, twirling the flower back and forth between your fingers. Your brain can’t help but flashback to that day. The shouts of kids and buzz of bugs, like the roar of the cars passing by you. Bright sunshine and blue skies, the neon and burning shop lights. So much has changed. In the world and in you. Yet as you stand there, dandelion in hand, prepared to make a final wish; you find it is that exact same as all those years ago.

By the time you stepped back into your apartment, everyone else had arrived. Taehyun rushed over to help you with the pizza boxes as the rest shouted greetings. Walking further in revealed the boys sprawled around the living room floor. Kai and Soobin were working on setting up the game consoles while Yeonjun lounged, scrolling through his phone. Beomgyu had stood up to come help as well.

“Welcome back! The pizza smells delicious.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You set the boxes atop the table, throwing them open, “Come and get the pizza before I steal all of it!”

They come running, piling around you and filling up their plates with piles of junk food. You can’t help but laugh and join them, ready to spend this night with your favorite people. No matter what may come tomorrow.

The sun had set long ago. Everyone lay passed out all around you, tuckered out from the various things you had done. The night was fun. You played Mario Kart, and Just Dance, and watched movies, and threw popcorn and pillows at each other. For a fleeting moment, it felt like you were a kid again. You could forget every other worry in your life and just play. Slowly, the energy died down. Soobin fell asleep with his hand still stuck in a popcorn bowl; Yeonjun nodded off not long after that, as did Kai. Taehyun made the decision to sleep as well, after watching everyone else collapse. He bid goodnight; although all of them had vowed to reach the next day with you and see the moment you received your tattoos. That left only you and Beomgyu awake. There was every opportunity for either of you to clock out as well, but you sat together, watching the minutes tick to midnight.

With your backs against the couch and feet curled up under a blanket, the two of you waited. Little occurred in this time. The TV blared random late-night programs. You took to looking through your phone to keep yourself occupied. Scrolling through post after post, image after image, until Beomgyu spoke up hesitantly.

“You know how you asked me earlier if I was scared?” His hands twiddle in his lap.

You paused to drop your phone, “Yeah?”

“I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t scared of the tattoos, but…you were right about the worries.” He takes in a deep breath, “I guess, just, the feeling that I’ll no longer have that freedom in my life. Going out, crushing on strangers you see in the store or coffee shop. It’ll all come with this sense of guilt. Like you’re betraying someone you don’t even know, you know?”

You sigh. You know that feeling all too well. It had become a permanent inhabitant of your heart for the past week. It wasn’t guilt, since you had nothing to be guilty of, but the ghost of it. The shadow of vice circling your head like a halo.

“And, it just, it sucks!” There’s a sudden edge to his voice, “The universe gives you someone, someone who you think you could probably love for the rest of your life, and expects you to just take it if that’s impossible!”

“Beomgyu, I-”

“It hurts, Y/n. I-I never got to tell you.”

A breath gets stuck in your throat. You glance at the clock.

A minute left.

“Beomgyu, I love you.” Your eyes meet for a second, he’s seemingly just as shocked at the words as you are. But, you give yourself no time to care. You collide your lips with his. You bask in the plush of them, of his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as you did his. The feeling of finally getting to live out the hundreds of fantasies you’d dreamed of through high school. It’s overwhelming. You don’t want to leave his moment but the clock keeps on moving. As you two pull away, in your peripherals, you see the change. The five turns to a zero, the ones to a two. The time is gone. You can feel the change too. A design etching itself into your arm, swirling across the skin. Your eyes meet Beomgyu’s once again, the warmth of the chocolate within them suddenly disrupted. Deep red light explodes into the room. Your eyes widen at the heat working itself over your bicep, like fingers trailing their way to your new tattoo. You look down to where you felt the ink grow. There, painted across your forearm, are the thin lines of dandelion, its tufts lost to the wind. Newly red and burning. Shaped almost as if a person had plucked it to make a wish. It’s identical to the one covering the same area on Beomgyu. Water wells in the ducts of your eyes, and you can think of nothing but to grab his face and kiss Beomgyu again.

Your soulmate, your best friend forever.

© HYUUKAIS 2022

PUT IT BACK | park jongseong x fem! reader

cursing & fluff & smut & ceo!jay & single dad!jay & babysitter!reader

jay’s pride and joy is his son, but the older his son gets, the more help jay needs to take care of him. jay scours website after website in search of a potential babysitter for his son and just so happens upon your resume.

WARNINGS | cursing, vaginal penetration, soft sex, praise, lots of cute fluffy dad!jay moments, angsty backstory, cute kid, oral sex (fem receiving), kid gets ahold of an adult toy fjfkfjf

WORDS | 6.3 k

NOTES | i hope you all enjoy the first installment of my 'enhypen hyung line as single dads' series <3

Jay was young when his son was born. Too young, his parents argued. But the moment his son was born, Jay was in love. He loved his tiny hands, the shape of his small head, the way he cooed when he looked up to see him, and his beautiful eyes. So, he couldn’t understand why his, then, girlfriend handed him over after holding him for two minutes, looking utterly repulsed.

“I don’t want him.”

Jay looked at her in shock, “What do you mean you ‘don’t want him?’ He’s your son.”

“I mean,” she snapped, looking at him coldly, “I don’t want him. I’m still young. I want to live my life. This is your fault anyways. If you’d worn a damn condom, we wouldn’t be here in the first place. Look, we’ll just give him up for adoption and—”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“What did you just say?”

“You must be fucking insane if your first thought is to give your child away. You held him for two minutes and you’ve already decided you don’t want him? That’s so fucked. No, you know what? I’ll take care of him. Like you said, I helped conceive him, so if you won’t do it with me, I’ll do it alone. I’m not giving him up.” Jay held the small boy closer to his chest, almost as if he wanted to shield him from the hard gaze of his mother.

She scoffed, “Whatever. That’s your choice.”

Thankfully, she agreed to take care of the baby the few days she was required to stay in the hospital, but then she was gone, and it was up to Jay to figure out how to raise his son on his own. He’d named his son Minjun—determined that his name, meaning clever, sharp, handsome, and talented, would be his legacy. He bought books on parenting, researched which diapers were best for newborn babies, researched which formula would nourish his son the best, bought clothes, and all the necessary things a baby and a new parent might need.

And damn, it was hard.

There were many sleepless nights, many long days at the office still holding his son in his arms while in the midst of a business meeting because he didn’t trust him with anyone else, many tears shed in private out of fear that he would never be good enough for his son. But when his mom stepped in to help, things got a little easier. Some of the stress was lifted off of his shoulders. He could work at the office without worrying about leaving his son. He didn’t have to stress about what to make for dinner for himself.

But when his son was three, he took over as CEO of his family’s company. His mom became too busy traveling around with his father to visit and take care of Minjun so Jay was left to find someone else who could watch him—he wasn’t so small that he could bring him to work anymore.

Finding a suitable babysitter was harder than Jay would have anticipated. Most of the people he looked at were either too young for his liking or slightly older than he was comfortable with. Their resumes were incomplete, or they didn’t have the right experience or personality he was looking for. And just when he’d thought he’d found someone, the reviews people had left were terrible.

With a heavy sigh, he looked over at where Minjun lay napping on the couch. He focused his attention back on his laptop, determined to find a babysitter he could at least interview. He checked website after website after website and still he found no one. Until he was about to give up.

He refreshed the page and a resume showed up at the top. Ln Yn. He read through it and when he found that he was satisfied with the content, he called your number.

You hadn’t been expecting a call so fast. After all, you had just uploaded your resume to the website. But you tentatively answered the phone, hoping to sound professional and put together rather than as nervous as you felt.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this, yn?” a male’s voice spoke from the other end of the line.

You nodded, even if you knew he couldn’t see you, “Yes, this is yn. How can I help you?”

“Yeah, uh, my name is Park Jongseong, and I saw the resume you just uploaded to babysitters.com. I’m hoping to find someone who can watch my three-year-old son, Minjun, on a regular basis. Would you be interested in coming in for a brief interview so I could get to know you and you could meet him? You wouldn’t have to commit to watching him even if you decide to come in for the interview, but I would really appreciate the help and you’re the only person I’ve found so far who fits the criteria I’m looking for.”

You were silent for a moment, thinking it over. You needed the job, quite honestly. And if you got there and felt like you didn’t mesh well with the kid or the dad, you could always say no. Besides, this was the whole reason you put your resume on that website. So, you took a deep breath, “Sure! When did you want to meet?”

“Do you have any free time this afternoon?” he sounded nervous to ask you to meet so soon. But it was a Saturday. So, you weren’t doing anything.

“Yeah, I’m free all afternoon.”

“Great, would you mind meeting at my apartment at 3:00pm? I’ll text you the address.”

“That’s perfect. I’ll look forward to meeting you then,” you smiled a little to yourself, proud that you managed to get the job so soon. You said your goodbyes and then hung up the phone squealing to yourself about how you were already succeeding.

As you got yourself ready to meet Jongseong and his son, Minjun, you felt yourself growing increasingly more nervous. What if Jongseong didn’t like you when you were there in person? What if his son didn’t like you? What if you said the wrong thing or dressed the wrong way?

Your afternoon passed quickly as you paced nervously around your apartment. You decided to pack your bag with the toys and books you’d typically bring to entertain the children you watched, hoping it might win over Minjun and show that you were serious about wanting the job. Half an hour before you were supposed to meet Jongseong, he texted you his address and you were on your way.

You were standing in front of his door five minutes early, giving yourself a pep talk and trying to calm your nerves. With one final deep breath, you raised your hand to knock on the door of his apartment. It only took him a few seconds to open the door and you could hear him talking to, who you assumed, was his son through the door.

“Hi,” he breathed out when he opened the door, offering you a half smile and leaning against the door frame. His son peeked out from behind his legs. “Yn?”

“Yes. You must be Mr. Park—”

“Please, call me Jay.” He shook his head and ushered you inside.

You paused to crouch down and say hi to Minjun, who still clung to Jay’s legs. “And you must be Minjun. I’m yn. It’s so nice to meet you.”

He smiled back shyly at you, waving his small hand in greeting. You stood and followed Jay into the apartment, sitting down at the kitchen table.

“Do you want anything to drink?” he asked, opening the fridge and peering inside.

“Just water is fine.” You watched as he got two glasses down from the cupboard and filled them with water. “If you don’t mind me asking… how old are you? You look… pretty young, but I don’t want to assume.”

He laughed a little and shook his head, “It’s fine. I’m 25. I’ll be 26 soon, though. My ex and I had Minjun pretty young. It wasn’t planned, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love him more than anyone.”

“And is… your ex in the picture?”

“No,” Jay scoffed, setting the glass of water in front of you and then settling himself across the table from you. “After he was born, she didn’t want anything to do with him. So, I took him. I had just finished college and was starting my office job at my father’s company. It was a lot of work, but my mom has been helping out. She’s not able to come over anymore though. Now that I’ve taken over as CEO of the company, my mom and dad are away a lot more on vacation or international business trips.”

You nodded, taking a small sip of your water. He had your resume printed out and laid in front of him. You supposed it made sense that he was so orderly considering he worked as a CEO, but it still made you nervous.

“Okay, so I hope you don’t mind if I walk through your resume with you?”

“No, of course not,” you shook your head and folded your hands together on the table in front of you to keep yourself from fidgeting.

“Perfect. So, you’re a college student?”

“Yeah. I’m in my last year of university. I take night classes as well as online classes, so if you’re looking for someone to watch Minjun during the day, I would definitely be free.”

He hummed as he read through your resume again. “It says here that you have experience nannying and babysitting. How many families have you done that for?”

“Well,” you thought back to when you started babysitting and nannying, “I’ve babysat for a lot of different families, but I’ve only nannied for three. I stopped nannying for them when they didn’t need a nanny anymore, but I was never dismissed for my character or actions.”

“And I see that all three of the families you nannied for are listed here as references. If I were to call them, they’d give you a good review?”

“I’m sure they would. They always told me they appreciated my work ethic and attitude. I’ve also been told numerous times that I’m really good with kids. I’ve always loved children. I’m resourceful and can handle multiple kinds of situations with ease. I’m easily adaptable and get along well with kids because of that.”

Jay nodded along as you expressed to him your skills and qualifications. He asked you a few more questions pertaining to your resume and when he was satisfied with your answers, he pushed the paper to the side and stood up. “I’m going to get Minjun so you can meet him properly. I’d like to see how he feels about you.”

“Of course!” you agreed, standing as well and migrating to the living room.

A few moments later, Jay returned, guiding his small son to sit on the couch next to you. “Can you say hi, buddy?”

“Hi,” Minjun said in a small, shy voice, smiling a little at you.

“Hi Minjun! I have some games and books in my bag, do you want to check them out?” You knelt on the floor in front of him, opening up the bag. “You might already have some of these, but if there’s anything you don’t have, you’re welcome to look at it, play with it, or whatever.”

Minjun sat down on the floor in front of you, looking through your bag and pulling out books, toys, and games he’d never seen before. He looked up at you, very seriously, “Are you good at reading stories?”

“Oh,” you leaned in to whisper, looking around as if someone other than him might hear, “I’ve been told I’m one of the best at reading stories.”

“Really? Do you do the voices?”

You put a hand over your heart, pretending to be offended that he would even ask. “Of course, I do the voices. It’d be a crime not to!”

Minjun giggled and you looked up at Jay who was already smiling down at you. He could already tell you’d be a great addition to their home.

Your first day watching Minjun honestly couldn’t come fast enough. You already adored him and the prospect of getting paid so well just to take care of him certainly was an added bonus. Not to mention, Jay himself was hot and you appreciated that he made you feel comfortable in his home and with him and his son. You could not have thought up a better situation if you tried. Being Minjun’s nanny really was the most ideal job situation you could have asked for.

You showed up at Jay’s apartment ten minutes early, too eager to wait. When Jay opened the door, he looked happy to see you. He stepped aside to let you come inside the apartment. “Thanks for being early, yn. Minjun’s kind of having a rough morning, so it’ll be better for both of us to be here for a few minutes so he’ll do better when I leave for work.”

As if on cue, Minjun sobbed loudly from his room down the hall. Jay’s face blanched and he turned on his heel quickly to meet Minjun in his room. You followed behind him, stopping in the doorway to watch as he hugged Minjun, speaking to him softly.

“Buddy, I’ll be back after work like always, okay? I promise. I’ve always come back, haven’t I?”

Minjun sniffled, rubbing at his eyes as he pulled away to look at Jay’s face. “Y-yeah. You always come back.”

“Right. So don’t worry that I won’t come back this time. I’d do anything to get back to you. I always will, okay?” Jay smoothed Minjun’s hair with his hand, then he adjusted his shirt, straightening it on his shoulders. “You’ve already met yn, so you know she’s nice. She’ll be here until I’m done with work. So you’ll never be alone.”

“O-okay, dad.”

Jay looked relieved that he was no longer crying. “Give me one more hug before I go.”

Minjun wrapped his small arms around his dad’s neck, hugging him tight. Jay sighed softly, holding his son impossibly close, “That’s my boy.”

“Dad,” Minjun whined, giggling a little at the end, “you’re holding me too tight.”

“Sorry, little man.” Jay reluctantly let go and stood, “Why don’t you play with your toys while I talk to yn real quick?”

He nodded and sat on the floor, playing with the various toy cars scattered on the ground. You moved out of the doorway to give Jay room to walk past. He sighed as he tugged his suit jacket on and gathered his briefcase and messenger bag. “I hate leaving when he’s upset like that. If he starts crying again, just give me a call. I can have my secretary cancel my meetings for today if I need to. My mom’s phone number is also on the fridge in case you can’t get ahold of me. There’s food in the pantry and the fridge. He’s allowed to watch two hours of TV, but preferably no more than that. He’s got plenty of toys and practice level books or there are board games in the closet. Hm, I think that’s it. I’ll probably be home around 6:00 or 6:30 this evening, so you don’t need to worry about dinner—I’ll make something for Jun and I when I get back.”

“Everything will be fine, Jay—you don’t have to worry. I’ll be sure to call if needed, but I’m confident we’ll be just fine.” The two of you stared at each other for a moment before you pushed Jay towards the front door, “You should go now before you’re late for work. Minjun will be fine.”

Jay nodded and then called for his son, “Jun! I’m leaving! Come say goodbye.”

The small three-year-old came running out of his room, jumping into his dad’s arms to say goodbye one more time. You watched as Jay said his goodbyes, reminding Minjun to behave while he was gone. He set his son back on the ground and waved goodbye to you. You couldn’t help but think of how sweet and domestic everything was. One thing you were sure of: Jay was a really good dad.

“What do you want to do first?” You asked as you picked Minjun up, balancing him on your hip.

“Do you wanna play cars with me?” he asked you, eyes wide and hopeful.

“I would love to,” you smiled, carrying him back to his room. “Which car do you want me to be?”

“You can be the purple truck and I’ll be the blue racecar. Let’s pretend we’re racing, and then I beat you in the race, and your truck flipped over off the track and…”

Yeah, you were going to love this job.

“I’m home!” Jay called as he unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside, dropping his things by the door and shrugging off his suit jacket.

Minjun went running out of his room, “Dad! You’re back! Guess what, Dad? Yn says that I’m a big boy now!”

“What?” Jay pretended to be shocked, picking Minjun up after rolling his sleeves to his elbows, “That’s not possible, you’re still my little baby!”

“No, I’m not! I’m a big boy now!” Minjun giggled, squirming in his dad’s grasp.

You watched from the living room with a smile. Jay looked over at you and grinned slyly. “I may have to fire yn for putting such silly ideas in your head, then.”

“No!” Minjun pouted. “I like yn. I want her to stay.”

“Okay, okay,” Jay laughed, “then we’ll keep her around. But she better not put anymore funny thoughts in your head. Especially not about being a big boy. You’re growing up fast enough as it is. Stay my baby for just a little longer.”

Minjun didn’t answer, he just wiggled out of Jay’s arms and ran over to sit on your lap on the couch. Jay looked a bit surprised but then he smiled and slipped his shoes off, moving to sit beside you as well.

“What did you two do today?”

“We played cars and read books and yn made me a sandwich for lunch and we watched a movie and played more games!” Minjun rattled off excitedly, settling into your lap. “Can yn stay for dinner?”

You stopped him, “Oh, I don’t know if that’s—”

“Yn can stay for dinner if she wants, but let’s not force her, alright bud?” Jay interrupted you, putting a hand on your knee and smiling gently.

You felt like your stomach was doing backflips when his skin touched yours. Your brain was short circuiting at the small smile playing across his lips. You’d been watching Minjun for almost two and a half months, but you’d never stayed for dinner. As much as you wanted to, you tried not to get too close to Jay—for the sake of professionalism, you told yourself. Really, it was just because you were scared of getting attached to him and Minjun and then getting your heart broken.

“I…” you paused before continuing, looking into Jay’s hopeful eyes. “Yeah. Sure. I don’t have any other plans, so I would love to stay for dinner.”

“Great. I’ll get started, then.” Jay stood up, shooting you another quick smile and ruffling Minjun’s hair as he walked past.

“Let’s go play dinosaurs while Dad makes dinner!” Minjun scrambled out of your lap, toddling off to his room, expecting you to follow behind him. So, you did.

Thirty minutes later, Jay stood in the doorway, watching you play dinosaurs with a giggling Minjun. He finally cleared his throat, making you look toward him, “Dinner is ready, guys.”

You stood, grabbing Minjun’s small hand and guiding him to the bathroom, “Let’s go wash our hands, Junnie.”

Jay couldn’t help but smile as you helped Jun wash his hands before dinner. A thought finished through his mind—you looked like you were meant to be there in his house with his son—but he quickly dismissed it. He couldn’t possibly get attached to you. He didn’t even know if you had a boyfriend. Besides, you were just his son’s nanny. That was all.

When the three of you were seated at the dinner table, you also couldn’t shake the thought that being there with Jay and Minjun was so natural, so right. You thanked Jay for making dinner—a beef bibimbap—and carefully took a bite under the scrutinizing gazes of both Jay and Minjun. It was just as delicious as it smelled and you smiled at Jay after you swallowed, “It’s great, Jay. You’re a really good cook.”

His face turned red and he scratched the back of his neck shyly, “Oh, it’s nothing, really. I’m mediocre at best.”

“No, seriously,” you placed your hand over his gently, “it’s really good.”

He stared at you until Minjun started giggling. You pulled your hand away and he cleared his throat awkwardly. Minjun spoke through his fit of giggles, “Dad, you were looking at yn with your mouth open like a fish!”

Jay’s face turned red again and this time, the embarrassed flush covered the tips of his ears as well. You giggled along with Minjun, “He did look like a fish, didn’t he?”

“Hey,” Jay pouted, crossing his arms in mock upset, “don’t make fun of me. I just spaced out for a second is all.”

“Sure you did,” Minjun rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m pretty sure you were just staring because you think yn is beau—”

“Okay, that’s enough of that. Jun, finish your dinner so you can take a bath before bed,” Jay stopped his son from finishing his thought, but it was still clear what he had been about to say. It made you happy to think that Jay thought you were beautiful, considering you felt the same about him.

The rest of dinner went by smoothly and you avoided embarrassing yourself successfully. Jay stood up, corralling Minjun to the bathroom before turning to you, “I’ll get his bath started and be right back.”

You nodded and watched as he followed Minjun to the bathroom before standing and bringing all the dishes to the sink. Jay came back out when you were finishing up the last plate. He stood beside you at the sink, watching as you dried the plate and set it on the drying rack.

“You didn’t need to do that, you know I could have done it. You’re our guest.”

You shook your head and smiled at him as you leaned against the counter, “It didn’t feel right to just sit there and do nothing. It’s the least I can do. You know, to say thank you for the job. It’s been so great getting to watch Minjun and the money definitely helps me pay my rent.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Jay said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “Having you here to watch Jun is more than enough.”

“If I didn’t have to pay for rent and college, I’d watch him for free,” you murmured, trying not to get lost in Jay’s eyes.

He took a step closer to you, his hand holding the crook of your neck and his eyes never leaving yours, “Yn, I—”

“Dad! I’m done!” Minjun yelled from the bathroom, pulling Jay from his stupor.

He looked at you for a second longer before calling back to Minjun, “I’m coming buddy!”

You took a deep breath and fanned yourself with your hands, trying to cool your face and calm your racing heart. You sat back at the table, waiting for Jay and Minjun to come back. It didn’t take very long though, and soon Minjun was running toward you, wrapped in a fluffy gray bathrobe over his Spider-Man pajamas. He tugged on your fingers, pulling you out of your chair.

“Come read me a bedtime story!”

“Hm, what’s the magic word Junnie?” you asked, allowing him to lead you down the hallway to his bedroom.

“Pleeeeaaaase?” he begged, looking at you with the puppy dog eyes you never could ignore.

So, you nodded and helped him get tucked into bed while Jay watched, leaning against the doorway like he always did when he watched you take care of Minjun. You picked out a book—one that Minjun liked a lot—and sat on the edge of his bed to read him the story. He fell asleep quickly (he didn’t even make it to his favorite part in the story) but you read the entire thing anyways just in case he wasn’t really asleep. And when you finished, you kissed his forehead, not even thinking about the intimacy of the action.

“Goodnight, Junnie,” you whispered, brushing his hair away from his eyes and pulling his blankets up a little higher before turning of the lamp and switching on the nightlight.

“You’re so good with him,” Jay murmured as you closed Jun’s bedroom door behind you. “No one’s ever been that good with him other than me. We did try a few other babysitters before my mom was able to help. And then, not even she was able to get him calm so quickly. He really likes you.”

“Oh, i-it’s nothing, I just—”

“I really like you too.”

You just stared at him for a long moment, searching his eyes for any sign that he was kidding. There was no way this was real. You just weren’t that lucky. But he looked genuine and you couldn’t find any hint of insincerity in his eyes. You reached up slowly, wrapping your arms around his neck, a sudden surge of bravery taking over you.

“Yeah? How much?”

He breathed out, his brain going fuzzy from your close proximity. “So much.”

“How about,” you stepped just a little closer, your chest almost touching his, “we have a glass of wine and you tell me how much you like me, yeah?”

He had been expecting a very different statement so it took him a moment to fully register what you had actually said to him. But slowly, he nodded his head and stepped away from you, holding your hand and taking you back to the kitchen where he poured two glasses of wine for the two of you.

“You’re not… uncomfortable knowing that I like you, are you?”

“Obviously not,” you laughed, taking a small sip of the drink in front of you. “I thought I was pretty clear about my feelings in the hallway.”

“Girls are confusing. They always think they’re being clear but… clear would be you saying, ‘yeah Jay, I like you too’ instead of making my brain foggy with your little mind games,” he huffed, pouting as he took a long sip of his own drink.

“Yeah Jay. I like you too,” you whispered, not looking up from your drink.

“Fuck, I can’t do this,” Jay stood up and you looked at him, eyes wide and worried. Had you misread the situation?

But he grabbed your wrist gently, even amidst his haste, and took you into his room, locking the door behind him. You leaned against the door, your eyes adjusting to the dark and your heart pounding out of your chest as you felt his body pressed against yours.

“You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?” he gasped, craning his neck to lay his head on your shoulder. “You don’t fucking know how badly I want you.”

“Show me.”

His lips were on yours in seconds, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you with him to his bed. “This is so wrong, yn. You’re my son’s babysitter.”

“I know,” you gasped between kisses, tugging your shirt over your head when you broke apart.

“He’s in the next room—”

“I know.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Jay, I want you to fuck me.”

He groaned low in his throat, pulling his own shirt off and leaning over you to kiss you again, teeth and lips and tongues clashing against one another as he pressed closer and closer and closer to you fervently. He moved on to your neck, leaving small kisses scattered across your smooth skin, but not marking you—he didn’t want to risk his son seeing and asking too many questions.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, nipping lightly at your stomach and leaving fluttering kisses across your chest and ribcage. “So, so beautiful.”

You gasped as his hands skillfully undid the clasp of your bra, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. His hands were warm. Everywhere his skin touched yours felt like magic—felt right. He felt right. It was almost too good to be true.

“Jay,” you whispered, holding onto his shoulders tightly, “need you now.”

“Yeah?”

He looked at you, leaving a small kiss to the hollow space between your collarbones, and unbuttoned your pants, sliding them down your legs and throwing them with the rest of your clothes. He played with the elastic hem of your underwear, “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes, please.”

“You can stop me at any time. We’ll only go as far as you want.” Jay’s voice was quiet but firm. It made your heart swell to know he cared enough about you to consider what you wanted and to assure you that he wouldn’t pressure you to go all the way if you didn’t want to—though now that you were nearly naked in front of him, you couldn’t possibly stop. You were almost desperate.

“Okay. But I don’t want you to stop. I want you to touch me.”

He smirked at you and tugged your underwear off, settling between your legs and hooking them over his shoulders. “I’ll do you one better.”

He kissed up your thighs, biting gently and leaving faint marks over the soft flesh. You shuddered when he pressed a gentle kiss to your clit, giving you an instant of pleasure and relief where you needed him most. But he pulled away again as quickly as he came.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes Jay. I’m positive. I want this. I want you.”

He nodded and buried his face between your legs, licking a slow stripe over your entrance, “God, you smell and taste so good. You’re actually perfect, what the fuck.”

You hummed in response, too distracted by the way his tongue and his lips felt against your body. He groaned as you threaded your fingers through his hair and pushed his face harder against you. Maybe it was because you hadn’t had sex in months, or maybe it was because it was jay (or maybe it was a little bit of both) but you felt your orgasm drawing close faster than you thought was even possible.

“J-jay, stop,” you moaned out, pushing his face away from you. He looked up at you, your arousal dripping from his chin and his eyes wide and worried. “I just… wanna cum on your cock.”

He smirked at you and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before moving up your body to kiss you again. He sat up to unbutton his own pants and push them down his legs, followed by his boxers. He leaned over you to pull a condom from his nightstand.

“Hm, how many girls have you had sex with recently for you to keep condoms in your drawer?” you teased, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him roll the condom over his painfully hard dick.

Even in the darkness of his room, you could tell his face was flushed. “N-none… I just… wanted to be prepared in case I met someone.”

“I’m teasing,” you giggled, pulling him down to kiss you again once the condom was on, “I know how you feel about one-night stands.”

He felt like his heart was melting when you said that. You didn’t stay late often. In fact, you had never stayed as late as dinner and putting Minjun to bed before that night, but you had spent occasional Saturdays at the park with the two of them and you had talked with Jay about a lot of things. The fact that you remembered he wasn’t a ‘one-night stand’ kind of guy somehow made his heart swell with happiness.

“Are you ready?” he asked softly, rubbing his thumb gently over your cheek as he looked into your eyes.

“Yes.”

He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in slowly. You squeezed his shoulders and gasped softly, trying not to make too much noise. If you woke Minjun up, you would bury yourself alive—there would be no way you would ever be able to face him again. He groaned deeply right into your ear, hands gripping your hips so hard you were sure you’d have finger shaped bruises in the morning.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Jay moaned quietly, breathing heavily as he tried hard to stay still and give you time to adjust to his size.

“You can move,” you finally whispered, kissing his shoulder, “Please move.”

He started slow, thrusting his hips at a slow, steady pace. You bit your lip and peppered small kisses across his chest and shoulders to keep yourself quiet as he slowly sped up. He whispered sweet affirmations in your ear as he thrust into you, the tip of his dick hitting every perfect spot inside of you.

“I really fucking like you, yn,” he moaned, “I haven’t liked anyone this much in years.”

“I like you. So much,” you whined out, vision blurry as you drew closer to your high, “Jay, I’m s-so close.”

“Me too, sweetheart. You gonna cum with me?” You nodded quickly, humming softly as you forgot how to speak. He grinned wolfishly and thrusted his hips even harder, “Fuck, I’m coming, baby.”

You whined softly as you came hard around his dick. He held you closer to him as he moaned as quietly as he could and you felt his cum fill the condom. He sighed happily and pulled out slowly, trying to be careful since you were still sensitive. He pulled the condom off carefully and tied it off before throwing it in the trashcan in the bathroom.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart, I’m just going to get a washcloth and some water for you, okay?”

You nodded tiredly and rolled onto your side to watch him walk away. You tried hard to keep your eyes open so you didn’t fall asleep before he came back. Thankfully, just as your eyes were closing, he came back, a glass of water and a washcloth in hand. He sat down on the edge of the bed and helped clean you up before holding the glass of water to your lips to help you drink.

“Will you stay the night?” he asked, looking at you hopefully as he crawled under the covers again.

You giggled a little and curled into his side, making yourself comfortable, “I’m too tired to leave, so you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night.”

“Hm, I don’t mind that.” He dragged his fingers through your hair and held you as close to him as was physically possible. “I would… really like to take you out on a proper date… if you want to, of course.”

“I would love to, Jay.”

“Thank god, I don’t know what I would have done if you’d said no.”

“You probably would have died from the embarrassment,” you teased, rubbing your hand up and down his side soothingly.

“Hm, yeah.” He was quiet for a moment before sighing. “I don’t know what to say to Jun…”

“Just tell him the truth. Tell him I’m going to be around more and that you like me. I think he already knows you like me, but he’ll appreciate you telling him anyways.”

Jay nodded slowly, “Yeah. That’s a good idea…”

His voice trailed off and the two of you drifted off to sleep. You rested well in the arms of the man you had developed feelings for, happy that for once, your feelings weren’t unrequited. And Jay rested happily, wondering if maybe, just maybe, you’d stay for good.

“Hey Dad! What does this thing do?” Minjun asked, holding up a handheld, bright pink vibrator. It had been almost a month since you and Jay had admitted you had feelings for one another and you had been spending a significant amount of time at Jay’s apartment—to the point you were practically moved in.

“What thing—oh my god, put it back, Minjun!” Jay’s eyes widened as he took the vibrator from his son frantically, “Where did you even get this?”

“From the secret box under your bed! There’s a lot of toys like this. But they don’t look very fun. What do you even do with them?”

Jay looked at you, completely distressed, and you took this as your cue to take over. “Minjun, honey, these aren’t toys, they’re tools. Your dad uses them for some of his important work projects. You shouldn’t touch them since they’re not yours, though, okay?”

“Oh. No wonder they don’t look fun,” Minjun pouted, handing the vibrator to you, “Dad, you need to find a better hiding place for your work tools. Under your bed is where toys go, silly!”

“Toys actually should get put away in your closet, bud, but I’ll be sure not to leave my work tools under the bed anymore, okay? Now can you please, put it back yn?”

You laughed and patted Jay on the shoulder as you walked past, “I’ll put it back, but we’re just going to be using it again later.”

“For the love of god, you are going to kill me!”

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times like this I’m glad my name has eight letters

title; project omen

pairing; hongjoong x f!reader x wooyoung genre/wc; fantasy, hybrid!au, smut; 40.5K… ಥ_ಥ summary; you’ve never been close to your father, so when he passes it doesn’t affect, aside from the residual business that you have to take care of in his absence. exploring his basement uncovers a sealed chamber in a hidden room, a man with what looks like a tail staring back at you. contains; blood, injuries, age gap (100s, if it aint your thing skip thnx), miscommunication, lying, fighting, death mentions, starvation mentions (briefly), funeral, homophobia (in a flashback), mxm, angst, plot heavy, smut: fingering, soft sex, bruising, mc is slightly dominant with Woo, subspace a/n; this is for my bestie @hongism​ whom is getting old so i must celebrate that by creating a fic for her ofc ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ LOVE U BESTIEEE terms: Mul- water | Jigu- earth | Bul- fire | Bohoja- protector/guardian | Hae- sun | Dal- moon

You hated entering your father’s room.

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