X1s Seungyoun As Your Boyfriend (AU?!)

X1′s Seungyoun as your Boyfriend (AU?!)

You two got together in high school

You already knew each other in middle school but he was just a small boy not caring for girls but rather caring about being the clown of his class

It took you two way to long to get together since you never knew what you were for him and he never dared to tell you because he was dumb lol

Anyways in high school you got close friends and when the last year came everyone was like “Why don’t you two date or something?”....

Offf all you could do was shrugging and giving them a kinda desperate look

People felt sorry for you. They really did

It made click when a really handsome guy asked you out for prom and you were really happy about that

Seungyoun was super jealous

And you didn’t go to prom with him. He still didn’t ask

He didn’t even get a date for prom himself and just munched on the food while watching you dance with that boy that wasn’t him

He randomly came to you at last school day and asked you to be his girlfriend

He never hinted anything so you were confused as hell and thought he was joking

He showed you that he wasn’t joking and kissed you

Since then he took you on lots of dates, mostly food dates owo

When he got his own appartment he took you there a lot because he loved to cuddle and thats all you would do there.

Watching films and having a Netflix marathons was your thing

When it comes to his first time, you were his first and he was yours

THAT was the moment he knew he was so obsessed with you

Seriously it was like him growing on a whole new level

HE BECAME A F*CKING MAN Y’AAAAALL

Didn’t know how to deal with these new feelings so he overplayed them by joking around “with” you so much (Rather making jokes about you)

People thought you were siblings instead of being a couple

It often made you sad

Is the type of boyfriend that actually gives you lots of reasons to be sad or jealous

Like- He doess’t mean to but he still does and thats the point when the arguments start. A lot. You had to confront him

You were asking him if you could come over and he of course told you yes

When you arrived you told him you wanna talk and he was concerned

You asked him to sit down on his couch and talked calmly about what you want to complain about

All in all you felt like not being his girlfriend anymore and that you often got jealous because of him spending a lot more time with M.O.L.A and being super close to Jimin

It hurt you when he treated her different and more like he’d love her instead of you

He was speechless

You asked him to think about it

At the end you two decited to go on a break and to be honest it took you a while to get together again and it for sure wasn’t the only break

But he is a loyal soul

He waited for you and learned about you and your feelings, treating you the way you deserved since he really didn’t give you much attention before

That being said he gave you many flowers (Seriously I see him as the ‘Boyfriend bringing flowers’ Type)

He often made small actions that reminded you of how much he loves you like randomly pulling his hoodie over your head or putting his cap on it even tho his hair looked super weird

It was all about maturing for him and that showed so much

He showed you off a lot but when he did he also got jealous so it often got him to malfunctioning- Help him

When it comes to Sex; It took a freaking long time to get comfortable with each other but now that you two were close it was one of the things he admired the most so he wouldn’t wanna do it too often

He has his phases tho when he needs you more than twice a week but he keeps it low

Sex with him is so sensual you probably end up crying because of happiness (and because he makes you extremly sensitive)

He moans a lot and he laaast a long time

If the fairy lights ain’t on then he wont do it. He thinks its more romantic Oh what a boy my heart

All in all after getting together and after the beginning of your relationship being being a rough time you just feel like he is your soulmate and I mean it. Like he is super serious with his feelings and the fights with hime are rare

Calls you ‘Jagi’ 24/7 without wanting anything

“Jagiiii~”  “Yes?” “...” “Seungyoun?” “...” “Seungyoun what is it?” “Nothing” “Then why did you call out for me?” “Idk. I just like calling you ‘Jagi’“

He still jokes around with you but not so that he hurts you but that he rather jokes >with< you

Makes weird faces to make you laugh because he loves your laugh no matter how it sounds

Tells you how beautiful it is whe you smile and how beautiful you are

OKay Uhm I don’t know what has gotten into me.... This is super long and really seems more like a Seungyoun Oneshot AU. I can try to make another ‘Seungyoun’ as a boyfriend but Idol edition? Will go into the same direction then but I am sure I will have ideas for that one too. I will let it be for now but y’all can always request when requests are open lol.

Niwi ~

⋅ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐒: Royalty, Mafia & Strangers to Lovers AU; Angst & Fluff

⋅ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Mafia Leader & Archduke!Heeseung x Fem!Reader

⋅ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 7K

⋅ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Mentions of guns, blood, alcohol, murder, physical punishments, bruises & human trafficking

‪⤏‬ I would like to remember that I do not support any of the heavy topics mentioned in this scenario and that it’s merely a work of fiction! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Heeseung couldn’t tell the difference between heroes and villains. And the solemn thought scared him.

If the line between good and evil felt so blurry, how could he confide that he somehow hadn’t turned in the wrong corner of his life and started sympathizing with villains instead?

He was almost certain he had started to sympathize with villains instead. Being raised between the corrupted yet glittering cities of the Island and having to learn how to bury his heart’s desire to shudder every time even the slight breeze brushed through his skin just because he knew too much but had to reveal too less, certainly had taken something vital from the ideals he was supposed to carry as a human.

However, he couldn’t. Heeseung couldn’t concur with the idea of turning into a villain, at least, not after meeting her — not to her.

The rain came in torrents that night, drenching the streets of the farther south part of the kingdom at irregular periods and accenting the coldness of the early autumn with no compassion or tenderness. However, Heeseung knew it was just the principle of the place.

Nights always fell on a harsh note there, humming in greedy melodies through every bar and brothel, tripping on malice at every dead-end yet people unknowingly continued celebrating because it felt very much alive to be there.

A man stumbled on Heeseung at the entrance of the brothel, the alcohol effects flung through as he lubberly smiled at him. Heeseung didn’t say anything, much less smile back. He continued his path as if the moment was just a bothering inconvenience, and allowed the smell of waxed wood and cigarettes to engulf him as soon as he entered the place.

How would it feel like to be there by his own will? He wondered, observing people getting lost in their desires. How would it be to live at his own will?

Heeseung looked down at his hands. His family ring sparkled under the subtle candles’ light — just like any other piece of metal would. However, Heeseung knew its significance, as well as its weight. And both were things he wished he didn’t carry. To be born as the archduke of the South of Kingdom, was to be born as the leader of the underground of the royalty — the one raised to dirty his hands in the grime of the city and its corruption while the kings and his successors remained immaculate and untouched.

A woman sang on the stage, her melodically voice cleverly arranging everything to turn into a glossy temptation under the low light of the brothel. However, Heeseung could find the magnificence of it, not even the hints of it as he walked straight to the back doors.

Between a step and another, the loud room was left behind, allowing just the echoes of it to resonate through the long and even darker hallway. Heeseung had the place memorized by now, each door and corner — it had been weeks since he started investigating the owner of the brothel, sneaking through his mail and leaving. However, before he could once again do it, someone stopped him.

Heeseung had no idea how she had managed to prevent the sparkling of her dress from reflecting even the barest light, much less how she prevented her high heels from echoing through the muffed silence of the hallways. Still, it somehow amused him. She had surprised him and no one was capable of such a thing.

“You shouldn’t go there tonight.” She whispered.

“Go where?” He tried, a smirk forcedly playing on his lips.

“Daekho’s office. He is there tonight.”

Heeseung’s smirk faltered for a quick yet notable second as he moved his hands slightly over his waist, checking for the presence of the gun beneath the rich fabric of his leather coat, more as a habit than an actual prevention. He couldn’t find any immediate threat in her — she just seemed to know what she shouldn’t.

“Who are you?”

“Y/N.” She answered and Heeseung noticed how she took longer than necessary to pronounce each letter. As if she was trying to appreciate the sound of it — as if she didn’t have the opportunity to regularly say it. “I can help.”

“I am sure you can. But I am also sure you will want something in exchange?”

“Freedom.” She said and the word came out so strongly from her lips that the archduke could feel the desire beneath it skimming through his skin like a living thing. His gaze encountered hers and Heeseung noticed how she could be pretty, the prettiest woman he had ever encountered. However, she seemed to be broken somewhere, and he felt horrified that it could be something beyond repair.

Kidnapping was a lucrative business. Human trafficking was more common than it should be. Heeseung knew it, he had seen the gold of it and stopped ships from raising the anchor in the name of the crown, but he never once looked at the eyes who passed through it.

“I will gather all the information you need against him, but you will take me out of here,” She continued over his silence. “and will burn this place down.”

“Seems easy to me.” Heeseung said. However, differently from his intentions his declaration whistled caring rather than imposing throughout the harsh night air. “Should we take this conversation somewhere else?”

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Her room had a subtle yet familiar perfume of flowers. It superimposed almost laboriously the steady smell of waxed wood and cigarettes of the place. Regardless, Heeseung immediately recognized its effort, just like he did on all the nights he had sneaked through the dark hallways of the brothel. And the sudden realization left him astonished — Heeseung had never seen or heard Y/N, but he had always scented her.

“What did you used to do before being brought here?” Heeseung suddenly asked, sitting at one of the available seats at her center table and lifting the candle from it. He raffled the melted wax for a quick moment, the flame flickered at the sudden movement, quietly casting light on the royal ring adorning his index finger before he put it back to its place. Everything about him seemed to carry a calculated precision, yet Y/N wasn’t sure if he was testing her or if it was his nature to protect himself.

“Me?”

“Yes. You are just too silent.” He explained. “I couldn’t see you until you decided I should see you. I couldn’t hear your footsteps even when I tried to on our way here.”

“My parents were the owners of a small bakery in our city.”

“Bakery?” The archduke questioned, a hint of amusement escaping through his lips. “And what? Did you used to steal sweet bread from the kitchens?”

“Just plain chocolate.” Y/N admitted. She didn’t smile, Heeseung doubted she would or could. But her eyes sparkled a little lighter under the candle lights and so he allowed himself to at least believe.

“Just plain chocolate.” He echoed, allowing the hint of amusement to turn into a full thing as he laughed. “You are not from here, are you? From the south.”

“I was taken from the North Kingdom — if it can still be called a kingdom.”

“Was it when the rebels were taking control?”

“Yes.” She said, and the small sparkles she had in her eyes were completely dismissed. “It was easier to trust someone when you had no one. Any helping hand could be a helping hand.”

“We can’t blame those who just trusted. They are the filthy ones for using such a situation.” Heeseung declared. “I just think it’s a shame you are going to deal with the rebels again.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“The crown believes — actually, I have already confirmed it from the past letters, that the rebels are making a move towards the South Kingdom. Gathering those who are against our royalty for help.”

“I need you to take any possible information. I have been just checking the letters, but you can also hear and see what’s happening here.” He continued. “Is it ok for you?”

“Yes.”

“Great. I will come every other day to see what you got.” He said. “Don’t get caught.”

Heeseung stood up from his seat as if his last words were more than enough for a farewell. But, before he could step away, Y/N held his sleeve — twisting her fingers in the cold material of his coat for a quiet moment before she encountered his curious gaze. There was something dreamlike about him. Something almost lulled to believe in the possibility of the improbable and although she could sense on her skin how dangerous it could be, Y/N wanted to be lulled on to it too. She wanted to, once again, believe in the improbable.

“You haven’t told me your name.”

“It’s Lee Heeseung.”

“Heeseung,” She whispered. “Thank you.”

“For what?” It was a simple question. However, Y/N couldn’t reply — she couldn’t confide the real reason why she felt like thanking him. Maybe it was for trusting and allowing her to do something else with her life, maybe it was for the subtle kindness he had while speaking with her. She couldn’t come to know. However, when Heeseung nodded, she knew she didn’t need to, he somehow had understood her and she held this feeling so deeply inside of her chest that it felt like it had already become a part of her soul.

There was something about the first hours of the day that Heeseung used to take as an assurance. Mornings always seemed to come possessed with a subtle sense of healing. It didn’t matter how dirty the night had allowed the place to be, the ocean’s breeze somehow always survived, and as soon as the sun started to rise, it seemed to caressed through every street, every corner — stopped by every window until it was left only the briny yet tender scent behind to, at least for a few hours, guard the city.

The place used to feel safe under the sunlight and in between the harmonizing breezes — until someday it simply didn’t.

Someday Heeseung stopped exactly at this same point at the port, watching as the merchants slowly brought the street market to life. The sun was still warm, and the ocean’s breeze was still brushing the tip of his long coat. Yet, his mind was baffled on how his hands were so dirtied in blood that he couldn’t feel any of it. The quiet hours carried a subtle echo of the screaming night and Heeseung was almost sure he had become a villain — he accepted it. If he couldn’t find the difference between heroes and villains, he accepted to be the villain.

However, he was there again, watching as the merchants still carried their lives as if the city had never gotten that dirty, simply because they hoped. There’s a subtle sense of hope in them — there’s a subtle sense of hope in her and the fact that she had given it to him rose something inside of him. Heeseung didn’t want to be the villain.

By the end of the market, a tent caught the archduke’s attention. Its sweet smell of the just-baked bread only brought Y/N stronger to him and caused Heeseung to walk towards the tent, digging through the gold coins in his pocket as he spoke.

“Would you perhaps have plain chocolate? Just plain chocolate?”

The back part of the brothel had been booked for the whole night. But differently from what would be expected for the place, none of the rooms were occupied throughout the passing hours and none of them were allowed to. The doubled doors that gave access to the dark hallways remained closed and guarded. However, no one seemed to care for the oddness of the situation when the alcohol had been flowing so freely and the throw of coins were more fervently than ever — no one seemed to notice the cold wind sweeping in when, at the exact stroke of midnight, Heeseung arrived.

No one except for her.

For the past two nights, Y/N had been wondering if Heeseung’s beauty had been something just desperately created in her mind and intensified by the desire of her memories. But as she stepped closer to him, watching as the dime candle lights casted light over his features, she had noticed how it was exactly as she believed and maintained. Heeseung was made of impossibilities.

Y/N stretched for his sleeve. However, before she could ever reach the cold material of his coat, Heeseung turned around. His eyes filled in the same amusement as they had two nights previously.

“Have you heard me?”

“No. I have my way to find you now.” He smiled.

She stopped, waiting for an explanation. But instead of giving such, Heeseung paced closer. It was just a movement of reach, a measure for no one to hear the question that would come after, but suddenly he was too close, and her perfume attained so strongly on his lungs that it felt more intimate than it and for a few seconds Heeseung stayed still, unconsciously allowing his thoughts to slip away as he remained, once again, completely lost in the sense of her.

“Daeko is in a meeting.” Y/N said in the lowest tone she could.

“Meeting? With the rebels?” Heeseung whispered back, receiving just a nod from her. His posture changed almost immediately as he remembered where he was and why. “Did you get the letters?”

“Yes. But he closed the back part, we need to stay in the main room.”

“And act along to don’t be suspicious.”

Heeseung smirked as he sat down next to her, his hands casually running through his hair before resting on his tights as he waited for her next move in the just established scenario. His whole new posture fitted the place perfectly — it fitted him perfectly enough to not seem like acting. However, when Y/N came closer, sliding her fingertips through the front of his coat, she could feel the throbbing of his heart beneath her touch.

Heeseung was just a mirror of her — creating and performing scenarios across the wicked world in order to survive. She just didn’t know what his circumstances were and a minor part of her was afraid of knowing.

In her periphery, Y/N caught a glimpse of his hands moving towards her. However, before she could stop him — ask him to not touch her dirty body. His right hand met the small of her back, resting there briefly as his other one skimmed through her bare arm. The contact was barely an incident in the furor of the city, in the middle of the brothel and its carnality, yet it was enough to send and scatter shivers throughout her whole being.

Heeseung looked up at her, lining his gaze into hers and behaving like the room was empty — like there was nobody present in his line of sight aside from her.

“You don’t like being touched.” He noticed, immediately taking his hand off her and allowing the cold night air to fulfill his place. None of them said anything — Y/N didn’t say anything. She couldn’t think, couldn’t function, could hardly comprehend the feeling of tenderness growing inside of her.

It was true that she didn’t like being touched. But mostly because she couldn’t remember being touched so gently. Heeseung hadn’t dirtied her as any other man did throughout all the years she had been kept there but he quietly started to erase every other touch with his own.

“I am fine with you.” She whispered, so low that if Heeseung hadn’t felt her breath tickling through his skin, he would have thought her phrase was just part of his imagination.

“Are you sure?”

“I am.” Y/N confirmed, allowing the soft pressure of his fingertips to draw patterns on her skin once again. It took her a while to remember what she was supposed to do. Men have looked at her a thousand times, in different ways and emotions, yet none of them looked at her the way Heeseung had been doing. None of them made her feel real and Y/N wished she could hold every second of it like a material thing.

“You really only worked at your parent’s bakery?” He asked at the sudden feeling of his coat’s pocket getting heavier by the stolen mail. Her dress seemed too tight to hide all the letters and he couldn’t get — not even a glance of how she had been sliding it into his pocket.

“And only stealing plain chocolate.” Y/N reminded him, showing the just taken chocolate bar from his pocket and quickly earning an amused laugh from him.

“It was for you anyway.” He said, his laugh quietly whirling into an endearing smile. “You did well. Everything. You did well.”

Heeseung watched as she released her breath in relief. Her warmth trickled through his neck’s skin as a hint of a smile played on the corner of her lips. And for a livid moment, he felt the urge to roll his hands higher, allow it to brush through her exposed shoulder, and twist her locks between his fingers, wondering how it would feel.

“I should do my part now.” He said, rather.

“Heeseung,” Y/N called, her hands making a small pressure on his chest to keep him still. “Don’t get caught.”

“You are the only one who ever caught me, my saiai.”

With delay, Heeseung seemed to realize what had slipped through between his smile, letting it falter for a quiet second of what seemed to be regret, but he didn’t fume to take the word back — even if Heeseung could swallow it back into him and erase from her memory, he wouldn’t. The word seemed to attain so rightly to her that he acknowledged he would never do such a thing.

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When Y/N was nine, her father had taken her to the marchland between the south and north. It was the first time she ever got so near to a foreign kingdom and, even though they hadn’t stepped into the south that morning, her father made her feel as if she already knew everything there was to know there.

He had told her about the cities that resonated the ocean breezes, the buildings that gleamed like jewels under the sunlight and reflected the stars throughout the night in a daze. He pulled her younger self into mere fantasies as they watched people coming and going. It was something common before the north was taken by the rebels, people used to live freely between the kingdoms. And, even though Y/N was so young by that time, she still could remember how those from the south used to whisper into their lovers’ skin as they parted ways.

My saiai, they said — my dearest.

When Y/N heard someone quietly approaching her throughout the half-illuminated hallway. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, much less to dodge her gaze from the snow, quietly and delicately falling at the other side of the large windows of the brothel. Heeseung had come and gone so many times throughout the past weeks that Y/N could recognize him merely by his footfall — the soft pitter-patter always stopping at a polite distance as he waited for her to do the next move.

“It is snowing.” Y/N whispered, causing a quiet chuckle to escape through his lips. Heeseung could still feel the bitterness of the weather at the tip of his fingers, at the wetness of his hair, yet he stepped closer to her, quietly watching as the snow decorated the city in a dreamy layer as well.

“It is indeed.” The archduke laughed, and it took every ounce of her to not follow the sound of it and search for his solacing gaze. Y/N almost wished for Heeseung to not come that night — to not give her the opportunity to dispearly lean on him as she had been doing. Yet, he was there and her forced steadiness brought as much attention as her causality would, and before she could prevent it, Heeseung’s eyes were hovering over her — searching for anything that could have brought her strange manners.

“Y/N.” Heeseung softly called. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Please, tell me what’s wrong so I may fix it.”

There’s a quiet moment of hesitation before Y/N stretched out her arms to him, allowing her chained-bruised wrists to be illuminated by the subtle candle lights. She could sense the quick inhale Heeseung had drawn into his lungs as he ended the polite distance between them and brushed the tip of his fingers through the damaged skin — acting as if with his bare hands he could somehow heal it.

Y/N wondered how he could prevent his mind from being revealed so well — how his hands could feel so firmly against her pulses when his breaths brushed through her skin so stuckly. How his eyes seemed so focused when he for the very first time had acted without thinking — after that night in the main room, Heeseung had never approached her without first receiving her permission.

“Daekho accepts any money, it doesn’t matter how dirty it is.”

“Who did it?”

“It’s ok.”

“It is not.” He whispered back. “Tell me his name.”

Y/N confessed it so low that for a blissful second she believed the sound of it had gotten lost in the middle of their heartbeats — their stuck breaths. Yet, Heeseung nodded, brushing his fingertips through every inch of her damaged skin one last time before he walked away.

Heeseung always envied those who knew how to control and sculpt their anger, mostly because he couldn’t. He knew the name Y/N had murmured. He had read it so many times through the stolen mail that when she spoke the words to life, his mind worked in a daze. Heeseung couldn’t feel anything — think about anything, not even when he was back at the brothel, hours past midnight and with his hands dirty in blood.

The place still had the smell of waxed wood and cigarettes. But just like that morning on the port, nothing seemed to come through completely. Everything seemed so subtle that even when Y/N’s perfume came to his senses, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was just his desperate mind searching for something to hold on in the middle of his numbness. However, he felt her arms around his neck and her warmth against him was enough to pull the world back to its axes.

“Heeseung.” She called. There was no reprehension in her tone, it brushed through his skin just like the spring breeze brushes the blooming flowers each morning to carry away the coldness of the night and allow them to survive.

He looked down at his hands, the sight of his still stained skin detaining the phantom twinge to reach for her — twitch over her direction and embrace her impossible closer.

“I am sorry.” Heeseung whispered. I am sorry for killing him, I am sorry for being a villain in the end.

However, instead of replying, Y/N had drawn back — her warmth giving space to the bitter weather against his skin as she studied him for a quiet second before allowing her fingertips to caress his cheek.

“Let’s go somewhere else first and clean you.”

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The balcony at Y/N’s room was barely large enough to fit them both. Yet, none of them seemed to want to leave the place. Not even when the snowflakes came to, once again, decorate the skies and the city below in the closest it could be from tenderness.

When Y/N was younger, her father had told her about the magical city of the South Kingdom. Where the buildings shone like diamonds under the sunlight and the streets always carried the briny scent of the oceans. However, when she was brought here, she marveled, where was the sculpted daydream he always talked about. Nights always fell on a harsh note there, humming in greedy melodies and forgetting about the shine of the stars to look for the gold reflections instead. If it ever once was magical, it felt like it was abandoned long ago.

“How much for your thoughts?” Heeseung asked, suddenly breaking the silence between them and caughting Y/N’s attention in time to watch him removing his coat before placing it on her shoulders. He seemed unbothered by the cold, allowing the snowflakes to deposit small kisses on the opened shirt at his neck as he looked back to the city below. “I would say it like the Americans, but I do not carry pennies. Perhaps larger coins, but no pennies.”

“My current thoughts aren’t worth that.” She admitted. “I was just thinking how this city is described prettier than it actually is.”

“I always thought the same thing.” He whispered, leaving the silence to take place once again.

“I do not have pennies, nor large coins. But would you tell me what’s bothering you?”

“Have you ever stopped to think if we are bad or good?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

“Looking at everything I have ever done. What I did today… When I was younger I believed I did the right thing, I worked for the crown, ending anything that’s bad for the Kingdom, but are the methods correct? I have just been thinking, am I the hero or the villain?”

“As humans, we tend to always try to understand things. We put too much effort into things that we don’t need to.” She said. “Where are we from, where are we going to? Are we the good or the bad? Why do things happen to us?”

Y/N paused. And Heeseung got the deeper meaning beneath her words.

“Are stars just balls of gasses or do they hold a meaning?”

“Definitely just balls of gasses.”

“I think they do hold a meaning,” She said. “I think there’s no actual right answer in this world. You can be a villain to someone, but a hero to others.”

“What do I look like to you?”

“To me?” Y/N echoed, her gaze lingered at his face a little too long to be incidental before wandering through the restless city beneath them. By now every street was already covered by a thin layer of snow, and the air — already too freezing to inhale, felt severe with her silence.

Heeseung shouldn’t have asked, he came to think as he watched her. He surely had been ripened into the evil side as soon as he had arrived completely dirtied in blood early on — if he, secretly, already wasn’t inside of her heart. Although she had done her best to take it off him, the metallic scent of blood was still surrounding the breeze, quietly yet effortlessly being a constant reminder.

“Definitely a hero.” She whispered so low that he was almost convinced he had imagined it. However, when her gaze met him once again, Heeseung could bestow all the hidden stars tenderly reflecting through her eyes.

“But I will only confirm once you save me from this place.” Y/N teased. The corner of her lips tugging up in a silent hint.

“Have you ever thought of what you would do if you ever got out of here?”

“Find my parents.” She replied in a blink. “I want to know if they are at least alive.”

“I will put forth my best effort then.” Heeseung promised.

“I am honestly afraid of what it means.”

He could get a glimpse of her fingers dirtied in blood as she raised her hand to fix her hair. And the idea of her touching herself with something so impure terrified him, bringing Heeseung to raise his own hand and fix it for her — twisting a lock between his fingertips before placing it behind her ear. He almost lazily brushed her skin, creating and feeling each of her small shivers at the tip of his fingers as it traveled through her cheeks and neck before finally departing to her hands, covering the blemished view with his palm.

“It will be a good thing.”

“Is that so?”

“That is so.” He confirmed.

Her weak laugh came from nowhere and everywhere, quickly causing Heeseung to freeze at the sound. It sparkled so preciously inside of him that it made sense why it was the first time he was ever hearing it — the world that had tainted her could never deserve to be bestowed with such an enchanting sound.

Heeseung had promised to give her freedom, to help her break the contract that imprisoned her inside the four walls of the brothel in exchange for her help to gather information. On the first night it felt like a pact of convenience, but looking at her at this right moment, he noticed that she was never just a bargain to him. Her solemn existence felt like a light on his life, capable of driving any shadow away. And he was willing to take on any risk for her.

Y/N felt Heeseung’s hands letting go of hers just to tug to the side of his coat resting on her shoulders, tangling his fingers on the fabric before he brought her closer to him and allowed his warm breaths to melt the tiny snowflakes laying on her skin. The movement drifted her, the slowness of it, the wick burning to some explosion.

“May I?” He whispered against her lips.

And when Heeseung kissed her, he felt like the precise moment when the night was about to give in to the first sunlight. He was the end and the start, the darkness and light — he was everything, at least to her.

Y/N could only get a glimpse of the sun sneaking through the brothel’s main doors, its tenderness reflecting through the buildings and — just for a heartbeat, causing her to believe in the fairy tales her father used to create when she was a child, before it was closed once again and left only the memory to resonate with the subtle candle lights and the scent of cigarettes. However, what surprised her wasn’t her sudden belief, nor the unexpected warmth feeling in the middle of the harsh winter, but who had arrived.

Ever since the night Heeseung had kissed her, his schedule became unpredictable. He could come a few hours before midnight, or hours after midnight on nights he wasn’t supposed to — he never spoke of the rebels, Daekho, the royalty, nor the underground of it. Heeseung would always take her hand on his and whisper how he had come only to see her.

“These letters became a bother.” He once confessed. “You always think I am here for it when I only came to see you.”

However, never before had he come so early in the evening. Never dressed in the way he was dressed. Heeseung always held a powerful aurea, yet he seemed to have given up his known long leather coat and substituted it for a suit as dark. Though, it had been adorned with so much gold that as she gazed at him, she thought he could have defeated the king of the south and taken the title to himself.

“What’s the occasion?” Heeseung didn’t reply to her question. Instead, he took her hand on his, slowly kissing her knuckles as he found her gaze.

“Your promised freedom.” He whispered against her skin. Her smile stumbled in confusion as he let go of her warmth. “Wait for me, ok?”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Although I have never done it, I suppose there’s no danger.” Heeseung smiled. “Don’t worry.”

“I am always worried about you.”

I am always worried about you too, Heeseung could have admitted. However, he left the words to die at the tip of his tongue as he tangled his fingers through her hair, holding her still as he got so closer that Y/N could feel his lips brushing through her cheeks as he whispered.

“My saiai.”

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Dusk took its time to arrive. The last sun lights dimmed in between the clouds and through the large windows of the brothel’s hallway almost as if time had, as well, been holding its breath in aprehension. Even the just fired candle lights seemed to hesitate along with Y/N as she waited.

Differently from what Heeseung had asked, Y/N had followed him — her ankles high to prevent her heels from hitting the ground. She didn’t know that Heeseung had been scenting her perfume all the time, and when he turned around right after knocking on Daekho’s office doors he completely surprised her. His gaze instantly met hers because he knew exactly where she was standing.

“Don’t worry.” He mouthed, a chuckle escaping through his lips in amusement, just a second before the door was opened.

“Archduke Lee Heeseung.” The brothel’s owner spoke. “Pleased to meet you.”

“I should say the same.” Heeseung replied, and Y/N wondered if he had practiced the saying and the way to deliver it. He had spoken so lightly that no one could hear the irony beneath it but her. Anyone passing by would have been enchanted by the kindness with which he spoke those simple words between his forced smile — but Y/N had heard the mockery, felt it so deeply into her skin that she couldn’t help but still worry.

Even hours later, when the door was opened once again and the view of Daekho coming right after Heeseung took all her attention. They are extremely opposites, not only because Daekho only wore light colors, meanwhile she had only seen Heeseung in deep black, but the way they made her feel.

“Great, you are here.” Daekho said to her. “I have barely signed letters like this, so I remember every single one.”

“An archduke.” The owner of the brothel laughed, enjoying his particular joke all alone as the sound resonated through the large corridor disgustingly. “You always have been such a gold attracter, Y/N, perhaps it’s a loss to me.”

“Congratulations.” Daekho continued throughout their silence, and when he extended his hand to touch Y/N’s shoulder, Heeseung stepped in. His arm embracing her waist and bringing her out of the brothel’s owner’s reach. “I could accompany you two to the door, but I am in a hurry.”

“We can do it. Thank you.” Heeseung said, a discreet hissing coming in between his smile, but once again, Daekho didn’t seem to notice it as without any more words, he left.

“What’s this all about?”

“Your promised freedom.” Heeseung repeated, letting go of her just to reach an envelope in the inside pocket of his suit. Y/N immediately recognized the midnight blue wax the owner of the brothel’s always used to seal his letters, she had been sneaking through it so much to not immediately recognize, but the context inside was completely new to her. It had been years since she was brought to the brothel, but she had only seen one woman receiving this letter — Y/N couldn’t remember her name, and she doubted the name she used to speak through the crowded main room and between the dark hallways would be her real name to make any difference, but she remembers exactly what the woman had said.

“There are two ways to leave this place: have your freedom brought by some disgusting client- or buy it yourself.”

“How could I buy it if we don’t receive money?” Y/N asked. The woman laughed as she leaned in, ready to whisper her deepest secret:

“Sneak through their stupid pockets.”

“I thought you should experience the whole method.” Heeseung explained, catching her attention. “I am sorry if I have committed a mistake. It is with my name, but I won’t claim it. Not even this paper. It’s completely yours.”

“Heeseung.” She called in a whisper. “There’s no mistake. There could be a mistake on it. But the letters, how are you-”

“It’s not necessary anymore.” Heeseung admitted. “I have got everything the crown needs. In a week or two this city will turn into chaos.”

“I don’t want you to be in the middle of it.” He whispered. “Not again. Not ever again.”

“And are you staying?”

“It’s my duty.”

“I don’t like it. And I don’t want it either.” Y/N said, causing a laugh to escape through the archduke’s lips. She didn't notice how close he was until she could feel his small breaths rushing through her skin as he slowly lifted his hand to twist a lock of her hair between his fingertips.

“I am sorry, but I am already condescending one of your wishes.”

“My freedom?”

“No, it was our deal.” Heeseung gently smiled. “To find your parents, wasn’t it your wish once you were out of here?”

“I have a carriage waiting for you.”

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Night was a brisk when they stepped out of the brothel and walked in the direction of the said carriage. Y/N unconsciously shivered. The wind whipped around her, pressing cold kisses on her neck even though Heeseung had surrounded her by his suit just a few moments before. However, all she could pay attention to was the stars, shyly and quietly reflecting through the buildings and in the middle of the colorful lights of the city. The world leaned hungrily on its desires, but for the first time she could understand why people got lost on it.

“It really depends.” Y/N whispered as they arrived.

“What depends?”

“I could really say this city is pretty right now.”

“There’s no right answer in this world.” He remembered. “It could have always been pretty and we just couldn’t see it.”

“Heeseung.” She called, more like a warning than to take his attention and when Heeseung understood the situation, she was just a breath away, her warm hands sliding up his cheeks before he felt the space shifting between them, the sweetness of her perfume hitting on his together with her warmth over his lips.

He embraced her close, so close that he could feel her heartbeat against his. But yet it was not close enough to supply the ache of his soul.

“Thank you for everything.” She whispered.

“When things settle down, come and take what’s yours.” Y/N continued. Her hand quietly slid the document inside of his shirt’s pocket.

Around them the city fell so silent, as if time couldn’t touch them — Heeseung wished time couldn’t touch them, that his heartbeat could take ages to beat and allowed him to contemplate what he beheld at this right moment for something near eternity. However, time wouldn’t cease like this, so he just brushed his fingers through her hair, removing it from her face as he tried memorizing the enchantment of her features.

“You should go. Don’t waste more time in this city.” He said, just too suddenly letting go of her warmth and allowing the cold weather to brush through his skin as he watched Y/N getting into the carriage.

“Y/N.” He called. “Am I a hero?”

“You always have been.” She said, causing Heeseung to desire that words could be solid to be held close, so he could reach for them whenever he needed it the most.

There is any movement around this part of the South Kingdom. The village was so quiet that time seemed to pass in a completely different tempo over there. Meanwhile, the downtown was buried in the celebrations of the persistence of the royalty, this place seemed to be in his own time, almost like someone had brought a city out of a fairy tale, carefully molding it to fit the reality but still allowing it to carry the gentleness of a childish dream.

Heeseung noticed he had never been to any of the small villages of the kingdom as he carefully edged along the side of the river canals and watched the small markers along the buildings. Every so often he could hear voices selling handicrafts and candies, but even though he was mesmerized by the calmary of the place, he was searching for only one thing.

The smell of warm steam drifting from a bakery caused him to pause, it carried not only the aroma of spice bread glossed over with sugar, but the subtle sense of something deeper in him.

He didn’t notice when he had rushed to the bakery until he almost knocked into her.

“Heeseung.” Y/N whispered, pronouncing his name as if it was an enchantment, allowing it to brush through his skin as if it carried a deeper meaning than it did. “You came.”

“You told me to come and take what’s mine.” Heeseung remembered, his hand traveling to the front pocket of his coat, touching it just like she did after leaving the document with him. Even though she bit her lower lip to prevent her happiness from materializing through her smile, it did through her eyes, shining in stars Heeseung didn’t let go for a single second as she stepped closer enough to skim her fingertips through the front of his coat, leisurely playing with it as she got her face just a breath apart.

“Then do it.” She whispered against his lips.

So he did.

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Only One

Ateez CEO!Choi San x Reader Summary: Growing up, San was the outcast, the nerd. You were the only one that believed in him. He wants nothing more than to show you the love you showed him. Word Count: 7k+ Warnings: CEO AU, another brief ateez pairing, fem!reader, high school bullies, graphic depictions of bullying, nerd troupe, failed relationships, stalker vibes, creepy man vibes, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: Gif not mine i found it on pinterest and screamed he looks so good. also obviously this is a work of fiction and does not reflect anyone irl.

ALSO WHY CANT I WRITE SHORT FICS ANYMORE SOD:ASFDJdfnlkasdfpoeon

It's 12 am. I hope i dont have that many typos. I'll fix it in the morning. i hope yallz enjoy and spontaneously combust because I feel like I am

It's unbelievable how quickly someone's mood, mentality, and expression can change so quickly with one single image.

Sometimes a smell can take you somewhere you haven't been in so long, and a sound can make you remember things you didn't know was still inside your mind.

For San, it was the sight of a face he hadn't seen for years that made him freeze and uncoil all the tension he hadn't realized was coiled up in his shoulders.

He had forgotten how infuriated he was literally seconds ago with the information he got from a call. How annoyed he was that he had to get the suit he was wearing tailored because it didn't fit him well. How ansty he was because of his deal that would keep opening up no matter how many times he tried to seal it in.

For a moment, he was utterly speechless that in the ground floor of his 50 floored building, in the café, working at the counter, smiling with sunshine against a face he had only dreamed about, was you.

And for the first time in nine years, San was back in high school, feeling like a fish out of water.

It all started when you came running into the vacant classroom he had been doing homework in. He was pretty shocked by the sudden ruckus and watched as you frantically ran to the side of the room, behind a bookshelf, beside a sliding window. It's not that you weren't allowed in the room, it's just that normally, no one hung around this room in particular during this time. He watched as you cradled what appeared to be a orange cat and gave him a look. You were clearly distressed as you placed a finger over your lips.

San was too stunned to do anything but look at you.

He began to understand why you appeared this way when suddenly a teacher holding a stick and stern face walked into the room. He knew him; he was his PE teacher.

"Ah, Choi San," he says, knit brows not relaxing at all, "did a girl run in here holding a cat?" He proceed to angrily spit out what was clearly your name and says, "I caught her feeding this feral cat. I had her put it in a cage so I could take it to the pound, but the next thing I knew, the cat was gone. I saw her walking away so I called out to her."

San tilted his face and scratched his hair, as to give you a sneaky look. You shook your head at him, begging for his silence.

His teacher continued, "The next thing I knew was I was walking over to her, she started running, and then I started running."

San turned back to his teacher and saw how disrespected he looked. He was infamous for making his students run laps around the field if they did something he didn't approve off. San even heard sometimes he used his stick against them.

So, San began to motion that you open the window and run out. He had done it in a way that looked like he was stretching though. He was relieved you caught on.

"I'm not sure, sir," San replied, mid stretching, "I don't know who she is."

This wasn't a lie.

You were able to open the window at this point.

His PE teacher looked extremely suspicious. He crossed his arms and gave San a look, "really?" He said that in a manner that was completely unconvinced. "I saw her run into this room."

San begins to get nervous, but he couldn't back out now, lest he be running the laps with you. He shakes his head as he prays you manage to jump out the window quick enough and run away. It wasn't like you were on the second floor or anything. In fact you were near the school entrance and could quickly make a run for it.

San gives a dumb look, which might have actually been too dumb, now that he thinks of it, then plays it off by acting scared, "sir, I think you might have seen a ghost or something."

You had one foot out of the window at this point. San's heart was beating against his chest. His PE teacher looked absolutely livid, "no, you brat, I'm sure I saw her come in here!"

San suddenly got the inkling he might go around the room and search for you, so the next thing he does is shoot up his seat and raise his hand, "I really didn't see anyone. If you want, I can help you look around."

His teacher glares at him.

San makes a move near you, just so he can pretend he's going to look under the teacher's table. He then moves past you and goes to the classroom's cabinet where all the cleaning supplies were stored. He quickly opens it and closes it, turning around, seeing that you were nearly out of the room.

He gives a look around and shrugs, "Maybe she went in the other room, sir."

Literally the moment his teacher decides to walk forward was the moment you managed to get out and run away.

"What was that sound?" his teacher demands.

San shakes his head and moved towards his teacher who was looking out the open window, "there are some people playing outside."

"Was this window open the whole time?" his teacher turns to San.

He nods, "I opened it."

"Why?"

"... I... farted."

His teacher freezes then sighs, "well, you should have closed it after a few minutes."

He nods his head, "yes, sir, sorry."

It was that moment, San became your person without him knowing it, because the next time he would see the cat thief, it was literally the next day.

San had been running away himself, but not from a teacher, but from Jung Yunho that always made him his personal ATM, activated by uppercuts.

"I can run faster than you, Choi," Yunho pointed, pissed that San kept backing away from him, as not to get another black eye and scraped shins.

San hands were gripping on his backpack for dear life as he walked away, scared for his life, "Yunho, please, I swear I don't have money."

Yunho chuckles dryly, "what kind of parents don't send their kids money?"

"They forgot," San lies.

Yunho doesn't believe him, but still he clicks his tongue, "how sad. Your parents left you and worked abroad because they don't love you."

San makes the mistake and topples when he unknowingly steps on a rock he didn't know was behind his feet. He doesn't fall over, but it was the perfect moment for Yunho to charge towards him.

It was in his fear that he finally does fall, as San tries to run back and away from his oppressor.

But in a twist of fate, Yunho gets thrown down by a backpack to is face. Someone then comes running towards them in a fit of rage, "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM, YUNHO?"

Yunho, who was defeated by a bag full of books, angrily looks back at the one who threw it.

You were honestly much scarier looking than Yunho right now.

"What the hell is your problem?" Yunho fights back, quickly standing up.

San's heart was beating in his chest. You two seemed to know each other, and yet you didn't seem scared of him, which was absolutely mortifying. You could easily get beat by Yunho. You weren't nearly as tall as him, and yet you looked unafraid, "you're messing with my friend, that's my problem?"

Yunho laughs, "this thing?" He turns to San, who still hadn't gotten off the ground and makes a disgusted look, "the skinny pimply face, glasses, and braces kids with no parents?"

"Shut up!" you scream, pointing a finger at him.

Yunho swats it away, enraged.

"What?" you challenge, "are you going to beat me up too? Go ahead, so I have evidence to show the principal and get you expelled so bad no school will ever accept you."

Yunho bursts out into a fit of loud curses that terrifies San and makes you jolt, though you hide it.

Yunho turns to San and spits near him, "stay the fuck out of my sight or I'll kill you next time."

With that, Yunho walks away and you're running towards him.

You look at him with genuine concern and help him up, "are you okay?"

San is unable to reply.

You give him a pitiful expression and run to pick up your bag. You open it on your way back towards him and curse under your breath. You give him a sorry look as you pull out a box that had icing spilling out of the sides, "I'm so sorry. This was supposed to be for you."

San is frozen still.

You release a breath then look at him once over. You shoot out a hand that then pats him down, brushing away the sand that got on him. He winces at this, not expecting it, as you also unknowingly hit some old bruises.

You profusely apologize, "sorry, sorry." You drop your bag, looking at the smushed thing in your hand, "I had gotten you a chocolate cake for not ratting me out yesterday. I looked for you the entire day, but no one seemed to know which class you were in."

He doesn't reply.

You begin to think he can't talk, and would have believed it had you forgotten how well he talked for you yesterday.

"It's okay," San says softly.

He begins to feel extremely conscious by how intently you were looking at him.

"... I don't eat sweets... they're bad for my skin."

"That's not true! Sweets don't--" but you cut yourself off, "well, I mean... I guess if you don't like sweets then I should just get you something else."

San finally looks at you properly for the first time as you introduce yourself to him.

He thinks of this very moment as you greet him and ask him what his order was. San was no longer skinny, or pimply, or wearing glasses, or braces like in that moment, and yet he felt like the same kid on that day, finding it hard to think of words to say.

San was blown away by how it seemed you had gotten even prettier throughout the years, though you had gained some weight, had different hair, and clearly looked more mature.

He looks at your nametag, seeing the neatly printed letters that clearly identify that you are, in fact, you. And yet he wonders if you are a ghost, like how he had lied about all those years ago.

San says your name, half expecting you not to answer or for someone to ask him why he was saying that name when there was no one around.

But then you smile at him and his breath hitches.

"Yes, that's my name," you confirm.

San is dumbfounded, and left feeling as though someone shoved a sock in his mouth.

You look at him inquisitively, flashing another smile. As if reading one of his thoughts that were running through his mind, you tell him, "I just started working here this week."

He felt like dropping dead on the spot because of your smile. Your face felt like home.

San was absolutely winded. His entire body was tingling, and yet he couldn't do anything but stare.

You awkwardly stared back, unsure of what to do.

After a moment too long, you decided to speak up, "would you like to try out our special drink of the week?"

San acts as though he doesn't hear that and uncharacteristically ask, "how have you been?"

You furrow your brows at this, "pardon?"

San begins to panic. Did he ask anything wrong?

He opens his mouth and says softer, "how... have you been?"

You tilt your head, trying to distinguish his question, "how has my day been?" You nod, "pretty good. Thank you for asking, sir."

Sir... why would you... well, you were working at the moment.

"You don't have to call me sir," San says.

You look at him, as if he had asked the impossible, then you break into a chuckle, "I don't think that would be very appropriate." You divert the conversation, "so, would that be the special? Or something else?"

"Yes."

"... yes, what? To the special?"

"Yes."

You give a quick nod then punch in the order, "alright, so our special is a chocolate hazelnut frappe. Does that sound good to you?"

San nods, eyes never leaving you.

You let out a breath and clear your throat. You turn back to him and smile, "That would be-"

"What time-"

The two of you speak at once. San is utterly embarrassed and raises his hand towards you, so that you can continue.

You repeat, "That would be 4,100 won, sir."

San hands you his card and asks as you take it, "what time do you get off work?"

You look at him then turn back to your task at hand, "We close at 8pm, sir."

"I know that," he nods, "but when do you get off work?"

"With all due respect, I don't feel comfortable disclosing that with you, sir."

In that moment, San feels his entire world crumble. He comes to realize a plethora of things, that you didn't feel comfortable with him, that you saw him only as a customer, and what stung the most, you had absolutely no idea as to whom he was.

San lets out a muted sound, as though he as sucker punched.

You turn back to him and hand him his card.

He was in his office at this point, as he stirred the frappe that tasted horrendous to him when he recalled his café encounter, over and over and over again.

He then found himself thinking about the time Yunho caught him on his way back home and beat him with cruel words, making him grow paranoid that the only reason you were his friend was because you felt sorry for him.

He had exploded on you in the middle of a perfectly mundane conversation you had, demanding answers as to why you wanted to be around him in the first place.

San spun around his office chair as he recalled the guilty expression you held. He felt absolutely pathetic up until you spoke and said, "I don't have any friends."

San couldn't believe those words came out of your mouth when you were regularly the center of attention everywhere you went, with him witnessing a crowd flock around you whenever he'd walk up to your class.

"All my friends are my brother's. My brother is my real best friend. But since he, and his friends all graduated, miraculously," you chuckled, "I'm left with no one."

Again, San couldn't understand why that was your truth when you were the epitome of popular. There was absolutely no flaw in your being. You were bright, smart, kind, and beautiful. How could you have no friends?

You explained it was because most of the kids in your grade liked to party, and you weren't fond of that. "I tried," you explained but then scrunched up your nose in distaste, "but I just don't like it."

San began to fall into a pit of you memories and it made his heart clench and his head heavy.

He replayed the very moment that changed his life and quite literally motivated him to be the same man he was in his office chair, in his office, in his building, in his company.

It had been raining all day that day, which was why you had stayed longer than normal in school. It was just you and him at the library. You were both sitting by the corners of a table.

You were finishing some homework and found yourself talking about your dreams in the future. You asked him what he wanted to do, and he told you the wishful answer he had, that made him fade into embarrassment.

You gave him a pout and shook your head, "that's not stupid at all."

San knit his brows deeply, turning away and shaking his head, "you're just saying that."

"No, I'm not. In fact I actually believe you will become a successful entrepreneur when you're older."

San was so confused by the false confidence you held in him. His heart quickens when you place a hand on his shoulder, "you're incredibly creative, smart, and hard working. I'm convinced you could be the president, if you wanted to be."

He lets out a laugh, "no one would vote for someone with a face like this."

"I would," you say surely.

San looks at you in this moment. He remembers the way you smiled so vividly. The words you spoke changed his life, "you have the face of a king."

"... do you really believe that?"

"I do."

San sighs as this moment runs like a vintage motion picture in his mind.

He then began to recall how you two at the very last day of high school had promised to see each other again after ten years. He promised you by then, he would be a successful CEO and you would be proud.

You said you would be proud of him either way.

He thought of this day all the time, twice as more whenever he felt like giving up and succumbing to what was consuming him at that moment. But whenever he thought of you, he shook his head and convinced himself he had to do better, because he wanted to have something to show for after 10 years.

He chuckles bitterly to himself, thinking how ironic it was.

He was indeed successful, and yet you didn't even recognize him. It suddenly felt like it was all for nothing. He felt like disappearing into the wind.

He was extremely disheartened as he drove home that night.

San internally agreed, why would you remember him? He was nothing special in your eyes anyway. You never got to notice how he thoughtfully planned what he wanted he gave you on your birthdays, on each Christmas or Valentines, on the year end parties, nor your graduation. You never thought twice of how he looked and acted around you, even if, in his head, he had been so loud about his feelings.

Why would you when you had your heart set on Park Seonghwa, who was a year older and was the star of the football team in the school not to far from the school you two were going to.

San knew the reason why you liked eating at the ramen shop across the neighborhood was because the neighborhood crush, Seonghwa, worked there part time.

And yet every time you asked him to go there, he would suck it up and agree, since, at least, you wanted his company.

He always thought you'd end up together, especially since you had asked him to go to the school dance with you and he had agreed. This was all he thought about as he drove.

San begins to imagine the dates you might have taken when you were in college.

With his hands on the steering wheel, he begins to paint the hypothetical love life you would have had. He thinks of Seonghwa being the one you would tell your day about, have ice cream dates, buy scarves with, buy snacks with...

San grips the wheel until his knuckles whiten.

He feels utterly defeated.

But then he finds your walking figure on the side walk. He slams on the breaks, causing a loud screeching sound to pierce the ears of everyone in the vicinity. It was extremely dangerous. He was lucky that no one was driving behind him.

You whip your head over to him San's car, not knowing it was him, clearly, then turn back, walking faster.

San pulls up to you and lowers his window. By the time he calls your name and asks if you want a ride home, he realize how absolutely creepy that must have sounded in your ears, especially since you feigned no recognition of him.

His heart feels like it was crushed when you offered a smile at him and declined him.

He couldn't sleep properly that night for multiple reasons.

For the next couple days, San went to the café and ordered whatever was the recommended drink for that week.

Each day, he tried making small talk with you, more and more up until he found it in himself to explain to you that he was that nerd, Choi San, who's high school life, which sequentially became his whole life, you changed for the better.

But everyday that he saw you, it didn't feel it was any easier to speak. He would just find himself tongue tied and light headed. It was so mind blowing to him how strong the butterfly sensation in his stomach was every time he saw you.

He would stand in front of the counter, you would greet him, ask his order, he'd smile back and manage to at least ask how your day is, then that would be it.

"Mr. Choi?" a voice snapped him out of his trance.

San turned to his secretary, Wooyoung. He cleared his throat and nodded, "what did you say?"

Wooyoung sighs and adjusts his glasses, "sir, I'm concerned about you."

San looks at him and clenches his jaw, "why?"

Wooyoung shakes his head, "you like the girl that works in the café, don't you?"

San straightens himself up and clears his throat for the second time.

"Why don't you just ask her out?" he asks.

San wants to scream, tell him it's not that easy.

"I honestly have never seen you like this before, sir," Wooyoung admits, "it's honestly kind of scary."

San shakes his head, "never mind that. Let's get back to work."

He, in fact, could not get back to work. Not in any way that mattered in his head anyway.

So he decided, though he already saw you that morning when he ordered a Choco Mocha Drizzle with Caramel, which he had only given to Wooyoung, since he thought it tasted too weird, he would go to you right now and finally tell you, without thinking, just spill absolutely everything that had been bothering him, and get it over with.

So, he finished his meeting, told Wooyoung, whose sigh he had missed, he was going to go home early, then headed for the café downstairs.

The thing was, when he went into the café, you weren't there anymore. San found through another female employee that was eager to converse with him that there was a new schedule rotation.

You could imagine his surprise when he went to a restaurant and saw you there.

It was too much of a coincidence for him to think that it wasn't fate.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, San gathers his sense and walks up to you.

"Excuse me," San speaks, calling your attention.

You were mid-eating when you turn to him. Your eyes widen at the sight of him.

San begins to panic. He raises his hands, shaking them, "I know this is so weird, but I promise on my life that I'm not following you. I really just like the food here."

You look at him and swallow the food in your mouth.

"The truth is," he says, releasing a breath, "I'm Choi San. The guy you used to be friends with in high school? I know you don't remember me but I promise I'm not crazy and I can show you proof that you and I used to be f--"

You jolt out of your chair and cover you mouth, eyes blown wide, "Sannie?"

San is bewildered by the nickname, because he never thought he'd ever be called that name by you ever again.

"Is that really you?" you exclaim in disbelief.

"Yeah- I, you probably don't remember," San opens his mouth and begins to stutter, "I mean you- you haven't recognized me after all this time." He fumbles then digs into his pocket to pull his wallet out, "But I have- I have proof, I-I-- still have the picture we took on our field trip to the farm- with the cows- and the poop- and-"

He drops his wallet because you suddenly pull him into a hug.

It was truly a 180. And yet again, he was too stunned to anything.

The next thing he knows, you're sharing a table with him, explaining how absolutely creeped out you were by him, but then there was something about him that reminded you about something.

San is utterly embarrassed and profusely apologizes for his behavior, explaining how he was simply so astonished to see you and so nervous since he hadn't spoken to you in years.

"You look so good, San," you compliment.

San disagrees, "my skin just cleared and I gained some weight, is all."

"No, no," you raise your hands, "you carry yourself so differently now. You're so confident and cool. That's why I couldn't recognize you." You break into a smile, "you grew so much as a person. I'm so proud of you."

His heart swells and skips a beat.

"I knew there was something about you," you say, "but then you started acting a little creepy and it was kind of hard to see past that."

"I-I- sorry."

"No," you break into a laugh, "it makes sense now."

San shakes his head, "you're as kind as ever."

"Nah," you chuckle, "I can be pretty mean."

San steals a glance at you, finding it hard to keep eye contact, "No, you- you're just as amazing as you were before, in fact, prettier."

San doesn't have the time to notice the blush on your face because he continues, "And I may look different, but I still feel like I'm a kid in high school when I'm around you."

You chuckle, "well, I had been thinking about how I would meet this high school kid next year when I had absolutely no means of contact with him."

San's eyes brighten, "wait, you remember that?"

"The promise we made each other?" you asked, "how could I forget? I had been anticipating your success long before even you had."

"I-"

"But then of course, I kind of feel weird that you're seeing me as a waitress."

San immediately shakes his head, "no, never ever feel bad around me."

You chuckle as he continues, "you're literally the reason why I got to this point, so please."

You chuckle and roll you eyes, sarcastically agreeing.

The next thing he knows, he's caught you up with everything he's done and feels like he could fly with the gleam you had in your eye while he said it.

"Are you married?" you ask, nonchalant, but it nearly makes him choke.

You offer him water as he coughs. San downs a few sips then shakes his head, "absolutely not."

You raise a brow, "why not? You're literally every woman's wet dream."

San is flabbergasted. He releases a nervous chuckle and pulls on his collar. You are thoroughly amused by his reaction, "I'm joking, Sannie."

As much as he liked being called that name by you, he still is unable to compose himself. It's because of this, he suddenly blurts, "what about you?"

You hum, questioningly.

San finds himself asking you what had been bothering him for a while, "did you and Seonghwa ever end up together?"

You turn to him and chuckle, "was that such an obvious thing to happen?"

San looks at you, in denial of what that meant.

You smile, "yeah, he and I went out."

"Went out?"

You sigh and nod, "yes, as in, we're no longer together. Not for a while now."

San holds back a pleased expression.

He doesn't remain very pleased when he gets invited to your home and finds you had a very dramatic remnant of your past relationship: a daughter, that very clearly resembled her father.

San, yet again, was stunned.

You called to the tiny girl in a blue Frozen dress and she came running to her beloved mother the way small babies did. The baby sitter you hired for the day went on her way and walked passed the stunned San on her way out. You crouched down and pulled the little girl into your arms then gave her a kiss. With a smile on your face, you turned to San, back to your daughter, "Baby, this is mama's friend, uncle San. Would you like to say hello to him?"

Your daughter nods quickly then waddles to San, surprising him how quickly you reached to his legs. The girl wraps her arms around him and smiles, speaking the way that babies do, "hello!"

San opens his mouth, he feels like he's melting internally. San raises his hand, "hello baby girl."

The girl giggles then raises her hands up at him, opening and closing her hands. San turns to you for guidance, but you only shrug and mimic the giggle your daughter gave, "it looks like our darling wants to be carried."

San turns back to the expectant child.

He sucks in a breath then bends down, reaching out to the baby. For some reason, he expected the little lady to be much, much heavier than she actually is. But then again, he was holding literal life in his arms, and even if it wasn't heavy, it will always be a great weight.

From then on, San had you back in his life, and he had never been more pleased. As it turns out, you had finished journalism in college, but after working in a big company, you realized how toxic the environment was and how badly it was affecting your mental state, so you left. You decided to pursue something you had always wanted and attempted to start your own bakery.

The only thing was, you couldn't afford a place for a physical bakery at the moment, and only sold orders online.

On this particular day, San was helping you take care of daughter while you wrap up some orders. You were sprawled on the floor, fixing your orders on the coffee table in front of the couch San was sat on.

San turns to the tray of cookies as he bounces the baby on his lap, "hey, could I try one?"

You turn to him while you wrap a box with ribbon. You smile and nod, "yeah. Actually, I was supposed to box those up for you."

"Really?" San asks.

You nod again, "of course. You're helping me take care of my sweetheart. It's literally the least I could do."

San moves the girl off to his side and grabs a cookie, shoving it into his mouth fully, making you chuckle at him.

The flavours were amazing and it takes him by surprise.

"Wah!" San exclaims with a mouthful.

You smile back at him, "is it good?"

San stands from your couch, "good?! It's amazing. It's not overly sweet and it's soft yet chewy, I love it."

"Aw," you place a hand on your chest, "thank you."

You didn't get to wrap him a box of cookies, since there were no cookies left to wrap.

Once you were done with everything, you walked San to your door, with your daughter in your arms. You took your baby's hand and waved it at San, "bye uncle San."

San coos at the girl, now fully comfortable around her, "bye-bye, baby."

She giggles. You smile fondly at San's loving expression towards your child, "Thank you again for helping me, San."

"No problem," San says.

As he steps out of your apartment, he calls in the hallway, "I left my payment for the cookies you made me on your kitchen counter."

His words don't immediately register in your head, "wait what?"

"BYE BYE BABIES!" he calls, hurriedly going down the fire exit.

When you realize he left a payment for your cookies, you call out for him loudly and try to run after him, but it was too late, he was gone.

It was only natural you gave him a lot of lip when you met up with him the next time you could.

It only happened San kept running away from you and when you managed place the money into his coat pocket, he threw the money out and ran away yet again.

"YA!" you screamed, hurriedly running after him. This angered you greatly, since you didn't appreciate his newfound nonchalance for money, and the fact he was making you run after your shift. He knew well you had to pick up your daughter from daycare today, so the fact he was tiring you was absolutely unacceptable.

You scowled at him and barked, "Choi San, just because you're rich doesn't mean you can do this to money."

San, who as a few feet away from you, turns back and shakes his head, "I'm sorry, but I can't let you not let me pay for the cookies."

"But it was a gift, you idiot, for helping me."

San lets you walk up to him, "yeah and as much as I adore you for your kindness, I don't want to be one of the reasons you go bankrupt."

You scoff, raising a brow, "I'll have you know, Mr. CEO, that in a few years, I could well be richer than you."

San breaks into a wide smile and stomps his feet, "EXACTLY!" The action surprises you and causes you to clutch your chest. He then grabs your hand and excitedly tells you, "now keep that money in your pocket because I have something to show you."

And what he shows you is a cute little spot near your house that seemed to be under renovation. You had absolute no idea why he was showing you, but you don't mind, since he looks so proud of the place.

San, hand still in yours, pulls you in and smiles widely.

You get nervous though, "are you sure we're supposed to be in here?"

San purses his lips into a smile and nods, "don't worry." He lets go of your hand, only to go around and point at things and open doors, "what do you think of the place?"

You nod, gathering it may be a place he bought, since he was absolutely loaded, after all, "it's nice." You look around, "it could use some plants but then again, it's clearly not done anyway."

San stops and place his hands in his pockets, "then add as many plants as you want."

"What?"

He pulls out a key and dangles it up in front of you with a wide smile still plastered on his face, "because it's your new bake shop!"

"What?!" you ask, stomach dropping.

He grabs your hand and places the key in it. You try to break free from him, but he uses his strength against you.

"San, quit being ridiculous!"

San chuckles, "I'm not being ridiculous at all."

In your struggle, you wind up being trapped in his arms. You attempt to fight him back, but he made it clear he was so much stronger than you, which was honestly so pointless of him. You sigh and eventually you tire, finding yourself simply enjoying his embrace, although at the back of your head, you were so anxious by what he had just told you. You were about to explain to him how unreasonable what he was doing was, but the opportunity never came because of San's monologue.

"You have no idea how miniscule this act is compared to how much you helped me in high school," San starts.

"San-"

"No, please..." San mutters softly. "I truly, truly mean it when I say that had I not met you, I wouldn't have ever gotten to this point in my life. I would have never thought I was good at anything, and I certainly would have never taken risks and brought myself to have confidence in me."

"... that's not true."

San chuckles, "that's the only fact I have that I know for certain is true."

When you pull away, San feels his heart shatter at the sight of your misty eyes. His lips pull into a frown when tears run down your cheeks. He knits his brows, "hey, it's alright. Please, just let me do this for you, okay? I promise it'll all be okay."

He wipes your tears and whispers, "I'll take care of you now, the way you took care of me then."

Your breath hitches. You jump back into his arms and crush him against you, "thank you."

San nods his head, "thank you."

San never doubted a second that you would have a great start, but even he was astonished by the overwhelming amount of customers you had from the get-go.

You obviously quit your job and worked at your bakery full time. And though you had two other employees, you seriously began to think of hiring one more because of how good and busy your business was going.

San felt absolutely wonderful seeing you succeed.

It was like all the pieces were falling into place.

But then it came crashing down.

San couldn't believe what he was hearing you admit to him.

You had gotten your mother to take care of your daughter this night and surprised San to a dinner at the restaurant you had met each other by chance. One too many drinks were drunk, all on your end, and you suddenly admitted how-

"I so too had a crush on you, Choi San! Why did you think I always asked you to go to that ramen house?"

No, no, no... you liked going there because of Seonghwa! Not him...

"And then I wanted to ask you to the school dance, but you said it was stupid, so I tried asking if you would ever change your mind about it-"

No, no, no!

"But you kept going on about how much you hated the idea of the dance, I figured I would just be stupid if I still asked you if you wanted to go."

NO! He only said it was stupid because he didn't have the guts to ask you out and stayed adamant because of the stupid initial slip up he had!

You sigh, giving him a drunken smile, "I wonder what would have happened if I ended up with you instead of that Park Seonghwa."

San feels like an ass. You were definitely not alone on that boat.

You hiccup, "but then again, I wouldn't have my perfect baby girl if he hadn't gotten me pregnant."

San turned to his empty shot glass. A terrible, awful, horrendous thought popped up in his head. He thinks, had he not been so dismissive of your advances he blinded himself to, and was he not so stuck on idea you could have never liked him back, then maybe... maybe he could have been the little angel's father.

San feels like he could throw up. His throat tightens. His stomach growls at him in protest.

He thinks to himself: I definitely wouldn't have left them, that's for sure.

Part of him had hoped you would forget about your conversation that night, mostly, San thinks, was so that he could deny ever thinking of that awfully selfish and poisonous thought he thought that night.

But, alas, you remembered everything and even apologized if he was uncomfortable by the drunken admission.

He shook his head and told you he wasn't bothered by it at all.

So, not only had he lied, but he also still didn't tell you how he had felt.

It was after this moment, he realized, no matter how much he had changed since high school, people can never truly become different. Because there he was again unable to tell you his feelings, left regretting the things he did, the things he didn't do, and losing to Park Seonghwa.

Seonghwa poured him a cup of tea, a cup of tea he had made specifically for you, since you were on your period and he knew that helped you tremendously.

That alone was enough for San to forfeit.

The man, who was just as tall and good looking even after all these years, smiled at San, making him want to punch his teeth out, "so you're the best friend she never shut up about."

San couldn't even feel happy about that, as he could only imagine how you would have told him this while you rested your head on his lap, while he brushed your hair.

"Why didn't you and her keep in touch after graduating?" Seonghwa asks with seemingly no malice, yet it makes San want to jump him so bad. Seonghwa was on the floor, folding baby clothes, while you and San were on the couch drinking tea, though in addition, you had been breast feeding.

You are the one that answered, "I told you, he went to Seoul and I didn't know how where what address to send letters to. I thought of sending them to his grandmother's house, but knowing her, she would have delivered them directly to San, and I didn't want her to go back and forth for me."

San's jaw slacks at the sentiment, and even more regret washes over him.

Seonghwa turns to you, "what about email? Or phone?"

You shrug, "I didn't have any of his contacts."

Seonghwa turns back to San, "wow. You two really didn't think that through."

You reach and throw one of the shirts he as folding to your ex's face. Seonghwa chuckles and gives you a look, "what? It's true."

San feels like he could die.

After this moment, you finish feeding your daughter and Seonghwa finishes folding her clothes, even the one you hurtled towards him.

That man then goes up to you, specifically for his daughter, and takes her into his arms, peppering the precious thing with kisses.

Seonghwa begins to tell her how much he loves her as you turn to San and ask him if he was ready to head out to the cinema now.

"Didn't you say you were having cramps?"

You shake your head, "They've subsided now, and honestly weren't that bad. Seonghwa can just be dramatic."

The said man chimes in, "well sorry for caring."

You give him a look then stand and turn to San, "let's go?"

San has no other option but to comply.

It's crazy how even after all the time you had spent up until that point, San had no idea Seonghwa spent weekends at your house with your daughter. It made him realize that as much as he knew you, what he knew was not the present you.

It was also crazy how much he saw Seonghwa after that, when he went from not even knowing he was still a part of your life at all to being a looming shadow that was pushing him into insanity.

He got infuriated by the idea he only started showing up more frequently was because of San. When he released the paranoid, egotistical side of him though, he realized Seonghwa was consistent with his weekend schedules and only ever made an appearance if you asked him to.

But what hurt San the most was not that he thought he stood no chance against Seonghwa. No, he managed to convince himself fully to a point where he was sure if he pursued you, you would reciprocate the idiotically prolonged silent love he has harbored for you all these years.

Not even the idea of destroying the picturesque portrait of a family you, Seonghwa, and your child had was what stung. In his mind, he knew he could step up to the plate and be a good dad. He knew he was man enough to allow your daughter to have a relationship with her biological father, even if he came across to some ignorant onlookers as a homewrecker.

But that was exactly what stung. No matter how much he convinced himself, and how you and Seonghwa convinced each other, San could see that you two clearly still loved each other, which would in fact really make him a homewrecker

San looked left when you two shared a laugh to his right. He looked right when you two bickered to his left. Hell, he screwed his eyes and covered his ears, but it was clear as day.

You still loved him and he still loved you.

It was painful. It truly was. On some days, he just wanted to burst out with this obvious piece of vital information just to save himself the heart ache, but San was only human, and in his own form of retribution, he decided he would bite his tongue, waiting for you to either realize your feelings, or for him to finally have his chance.

But you know what, San hates himself for not being a little bit more selfish in the end. Cause damn, it hurts having to act like you didn't just witness someone you love kiss someone else.

San was cradling your daughter in his arms as he rocked her gently to sleep and thought it was a good idea to look at the window.

It wasn't.

You had walked Seonghwa out on this Saturday afternoon. In truth, his visits had gotten shorter and shorter, which had made San feel a strong surge of false hope.

It was hope in falseness, nevertheless.

Seonghwa grabbed your hand before you could walk away and go back inside. You turned back and knit your brows.

"I-" Seonghwa starts, but can't seem to continue. He calls your name, which makes electricity run down your spine. He restarts his thoughts and speaks, "I don't want to not be part of her life. I want to be there for every birthday, for every smile, for every tear... I-I want to be there."

You shake you head, turning to your feet and back to him, "No one's stopping you, Hwa."

Seonghwa finally lets you go and places his hands in his pants' pockets, "I know."

You think of going back inside, but for some reason, you stay put in your spot, somehow expectant that Seonghwa has something more to say.

He does, "do you like him?"

You turn to your feet, questioning, though you knew who he was referring to, "San?"

Seonghwa hums.

"I... I do..."

You turn back to Seonghwa and see his stoic expression. Your blood stills at his next question, "do... do you... like me?"

"I..." you trail of and catch your breath, ".... I do."

Seonghwa straightens, knowing you too well, knowing too well that you sometimes feign ignorance for the benefit of the doubt. He steps forward and boldly asks, "do you love me?"

You struggle with the lump in your throat.

Seonghwa takes another step and licks his lips, rephrasing his thoughts how he meant to ask it. That was where Seonghwa and San differed; where one would sometimes wait and overthink too much, the other would sometimes act without thinking at all. Neither of them would ever know this about the other though.

"Do you still love me?"

Your eyes begin to water, "Seonghwa."

His breath hitches as he weakly adds, "I do."

"..."

He lets out a shaky breath and wave his hands trying to gain momentum for what he had to say, "I quit my job."

You turn back at him and whisper in shock, "Seonghwa."

"I found a new job here, somewhere close with less hours. It's less pay too, but I figured we'd be alright since we'd be living under the same roof and your business is doing well."

"Seonghwa, you're insane."

He takes yet another step forward and takes in a breath, shaking his head, "that was the problem wasn't it? I was working too long, too far, too much. I wasn't being the man I promised you I'd be. That's why you left my ring and left me."

"It was more than that! We were still growing and were changing into different people. We wanted different things."

"Well I want none of that now!" he retorts, almost hysterically, "I don't want to be in a big firm or be one of the big shots with my sportscar and my penthouse, I just want you. I just want you, and my baby, and for my life to be part of yours."

You're both crying at this point.

And to be precise, this was the moment San got a glimpse of.

Seonghwa had taken all the steps he could and was now standing in front of you. You two had stared at each other for a solid five seconds before ultimately, Seonghwa had the spine to wipe of your tears away and cautiously lean in for a kiss.

He was successful. You kissed him back.

San shakily turned back and walked away from the window. He thought to himself: it was only kiss.

But in that moment, he was reminded, people never truly change.

And the same way he showed up to the dance after finally growing some sense and losing his pride, he knew in his bones he was too late. He found you and Seonghwa sharing a kiss by the pool during the dance after looking for you all over the place.

It was all over.

He lost.

Only this time, San had a tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, unselfish part of him that rooted for you.

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Seventeen Reaction! to their child asking why there are so many Santas

Seungcheol:

He and his daughter were walking in the mall, hand in hand when they stopped infront of a small stage with a big stool a man dressed as Santa was sitting on. Passig by they got to see the not so well hidden backstage with at least two more men dressed as Santa. His little daughter was pointing there with a cute little shocking gasp and asking her dad:

“Daddy why are there so many Santas?”

And Daddy kneeled down to hold her cheek and simply tell her: “Santa needs some help my baby. Even he can’t do everything!“

Jeonghan:

He was driving home with his four years old daughter and his 9 months old son after meeting Santa to tell him their christmas wishes. His daughter was silently playing with a doll and his son was sleeping. She had a concerned look on her face and Jeonghan noticed so he asked her what is up.

“Daddy why was there a different Santa than last year? Can he change his looks?”

Jeonghan kept a straight face and told her: “You know my angel... years ago there weren’t that many kids on earth so Santa could handle to give presents to the children all alone. Now that there are so many children he really needs help”.

Satisfied with that answer his daughters eyes went to her doll again.

Joshua:

Joshuas son was playing with his Dads phone while Joshua was cooking in the kitchen. The 3 years old boy clicked on a video and to be seen were Seventeen. All of them wearing Santa costumes. His son then screamed: “Daddy why are you wearing Santas costume when you are not Santa?”. Joshua came out of the kitchen seeing the video that was being played and took the phone away. “No no we were just helping Santa! You can help Santa too one day if you want...”. His son just got really excited loool.

Jun:

Jun and his two sons were eating Pizza while watching TV and as it should be there were played many christmas advertisements. His sons here and there stopped eating to watch them but ate again when Jun reminded them of eating. One of his sons then asked why in every advertisement Santa looked different. Jun smiled and said: “This isn’t the real Santa. Santa is way too busy to be starring on TV”. Not happy about that the two boys looked at their food, one of them nearly started crying. Jun then added: “He is too busy with choosing your presents but you will only get presents when you are good boys and eat up your food” and as every kid wants a present they pushed the Pizza in their mouth.

Soonyoung:

His 4 year old son kept pulling on his dads shirt because he was curious about the amount of Santas he saw down the street the day before and shyly asked: “Daddy is Santa real? You can tell me. I saw many of them yesterday.”

Soonyoung laughed and told his son with a certain look: “Of course Santa is real my son! It’s just that everyone can be Santa if they really want to make other children happy!”

His son told him that he wanted to make other children happy and Soonyoung patted his head: “I want that too buddy. Next year we will be Santa too!”

Wonwoo:

Wonwoo and his little daughter were sitting on her little table with paper and pens. They were both drawing on one big paper and the paper was full with Santas. His daughter was a bit confused about what her Dad drew so she asked: “Daddy why would you draw so many of them?”. Wonwoo then asked her: “One Santa makes many people happy right?”. His daughter nod. “Then many Santas make even more people happy”. That wasn’t really a helpful answer but it got her to think about it for a long time.

Woozi:

He was waiting in the line with his daughter to see Santa and she was very excited. Her eyes were glued on that big man sitting on that big red chair but suddenly he stood up and went behind the stage. A new Santa came out that looked smaller than the other one and Woozis daughter noticed. She tapped his leg with her small hand and said: “Dad that is not Santa! Where did Santa go?”. Woozi shook his head and strocked her small back. “No honey that is Santa. You must be seing things my sweety”. Accepting that answer because daddy must be right she got excited again.

Minghao:

Minghao was blasting christmas music and him and his son were dancing to it. The music got interrupted by a phone call that Minghao accepted. He was talking with Jun about some christmas presents and Minghao might have said a bit too loudly: “No I don’t know what I will buy my son as a christmas present. I still didn’t even talk about it with my wife-” and then his son started crying. Telling Jun he had to hang up he threw his phone on the couch and hugged his son. Trying to calm him down he said: “My boy you will get a christmas present from Santa if you are a good boy ok? It’s just that there are many children that Santa wants to get some presents for because they are poor and that makes him very very busy!”. As his boy stopped crying he asked: “Daddy? Other boys and girls don’t have toys? I want them to have my toys then!”. Mingao kissed his sons head and smiled proudly.

Mingyu:

Mingyu and his little daughter were making a mess in the kitchen by baking christmas cookies and there was a cookie cutter that looked like Santa. Mingyu was going to use it twice but his daughter stopped him: “Daddy you can’t do that! There is only one Santa”. Mingyu laughed: “But there are many Santas my dear”. His daughter was a bit angry and asked why there wasn’t just one Santa? Mingyu told her that since the real Santa is very old he needs to educate new Santas to help him. His daughter was very confused but took the cookie cutter from him anyways and put it to the side. Mingyu was laughing and put some flour on her chubby cheek to make her smile again.

Dokyeom:

Dokyeoms son was sitting on his lap and he constantly mentioned how happy he would be to see Santa again. Dokyeom got out a little photobook to look at some christmas photos. There were already two photos where his son was sitting on Santas leg. His son was now old enough to notice some differences so he asked daddy why Santa looked different. Dokyeom smiled and held the book close to his face. “I can’t see a difference. I guess I need glasses don’t you think so?”. His son didn’t even think about it again and laughed with his father. Like father, like son!

Seungkwan:

His daughter was crying for five minutes now because she pulled on Santas beard when they were in the mall to visit him. She cried so much that Seungkwan didn’t even get to explain why there wasn’t sitting Santa himself. After some time he brought her candies and a teddy bear so she would not cry again. Then she finally asked: “Daddy why did I not get to see the real santa? I was a good girl I promise!”. It made Seungkwan really sad to see her like this with a runny nose and red eyes so the best thing he thought about was to tell her that even Santa can get sick. “My pumpkin...When every child wishes for something big, Santas back hurts very much so he has to rest”. His daughter got concerned and told him: “I don’t want Santa to be sick because of me. I won’t be wishing for something big anymore”. Seungkwan almost cried because of how sweet hearted his child is. Besides he was kinda relieved since he wouldn't have to buy her something that is really expensive.

Vernon:

Him and his son went to Santaland twice and it was the same Santa for these two years so when they went to another mall this year his son asked why Santa wasn’t there to write down his wish. Vernon told him that Santa is really busy this year so he got a friend for help. And he might have said that this year the only really cool kids get to see Santa. His son asked: “I want to be cool so I can see Santa!”. Vernon held his sons hand and told him: “Well cool kids have to be listening to their parents and be very well-behaved”. His son already created a checklist for things he'd have to do for being well-behaved in his head.

Dino:

Ok so I feel like when his child would ask why there were so many Santas going down the street when they were watching a parade Dino told them they should ask Mommy. He never thought about a good answer for that question. He didn’t even think it would pop up that soon when his child was only two years old. When you (their mom) told them these people were dressed as Santa because they wanna cherish his work by wearing the same clothes. Dino would ask you later what you told them.

First reaction of mine. Hope you like it.

Nina

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