Keen For This One!

Keen for this one! 🙌🏼💗✨

LIKE YOU DO (teaser)

18+ / mdi

summary: when your brother's best friend suddenly reveals his newfound crush on you, you find yourself at a crossroads, thinking back to your own unrequited crush on him from back in middle school, making you wonder if you should be the better person and give him a chance.

content: brother'sbestfriend!seungcheol, frienemies-ish to lovers, reader is jeonghan's adoptive sister of his same age, mentions of previous unrequited crush, lots of unserious banter, afab reader, they're both inexperienced (theyre virgins but its not explicitly said lol), smut, penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), etc.

(^ no actual content warnings in the teaser)

wc: 2k (teaser); 7.8k (full fic)

release date: march 20th

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a/n: this was originally gonna be like 2k words and was supposed to be a short lil response to an ask but i got carried away with the story hehe

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"Jeonghan?"

"Yeah?"

"Why does Seungcheol keep showing up during my breaks to bring me coffee?"

"Oh. He's trying to break you down so he can ask you out," He responded in the most nonchalant way possible.

"What? Since when does Seungcheol even like me?"

"Are you kidding? he's had a huge crush on you since we were seventeen."

"Dude, what? Where the hell was that attitude back in middle school when I was following him around like a fucking loser?", you grumbled at the memory of your former unrequited crush.

It was pathetic to think about, but it was true. You had sadly had a tendency to follow your brother and his friend around during the majority of your tweens and teens, always carrying the false hope that Seungcheol would one day look your way. As expected, he never even so much as glanced at you during that period of your life.

It's not like you could blame him. You were just a few years behind the rest of the herd when it came to puberty, you were still donning braces and also had a less than favorable sense of style. By all means, you were a bit of a loser up until turning 16. However, it was still sad to know that the guy of your dreams simply saw you as a nuance he had to deal with in exchange for being able to hang out with your brother.

Except that had been well over two years ago (give or take). By the time you were 16 and a junior in high school, you were confidently over your crush. You had stopped following him around by the time you entered the second half of your teens, but your crush would still occasionally show remnants of itself any time he was around (which was often, as he and Jeonghan were practically attached to the hip). However, it was far more lowkey than before and eventually died down altogether. You were long past those awkward years of tweenhood and now had a developed sense of style, along with an air of confidence you now carried with you. Puberty hit you all at once and your entire persona changed along with it. You had an established group of friends and were even a bit popular, no longer needing to hang around Jeonghan and Seungcheol just for a glimpse of the boy's attention. By the time you were 16, you were over Choi Seungcheol.

This carried over to the last two years of high school, now with a completely different dynamic between you and your former crush. Despite attending the same grades at the same time, you did not belong to the same social circles, so you would not see each other too often. However, since your brother (and brother's best friend) continued to attend the same school as you those last two years of high school, you still bumped into Cheol from time to time, specially whenever Jeonghan would bring him over.

Over the years, Seungcheol came to see you as less of a nuance and more of a friend. After turning 16 (upon your glow up and the dissipation of your crush), he would engage in casual conversation with you. He would even seek you out on his own at times, though you were never too enthusiastic about these meetings. Middle school you would've been elated at such development, but you didn't think much of it after having gotten over your crush, now bitter over how it had all played out so fruitlessly for you.

After having gotten over your crush, you came to resent Seungcheol a bit, now realizing the way he used to sometimes take advantage of your crush to get you to be his lackey and how he would even make you the butt of jokes among his friend group (whenever your brother wasn't around, of course). During the years in which you were infatuated with him, you truly believed it was just some sort of inside joke between the two of you; a 'will they, won't they' type of dynamic. However, upon leaving that childish phase of your life, you began to look back at it in embarrassment. After that, you distanced yourself from him. During ages 16 and up, you would even come to avoid him, something which Jeonghan thankfully never commented on despite having also been aware of your former crush.

And now. Now you were being made privy to the fact that Seungcheol had apparently begun to return your crush only a little over a year after you got over yours. At seventeen, Jeonghan said. That's the year you like to believe you truly got your act together. After your glow up at 16 years of age (appearance and personality-wise), you began to engage in new hobbies, new friend groups, and overall went through a full transformation of your former loser self (or at least that's how Seungcheol had made you feel all those years). You had put all relationship related interests aside since your catastrophic crush on Seungcheol left you high and dry. After graduating, you even left the country for a few months, deciding to start college a semester after your brother to explore the world a bit in order to find yourself before starting school back up again.

That period of time proved very useful to you. You mingled in the arts of casual dating in your absence (something which you had never done thanks to your irremovable crush), made friends, took up new interests, and most of all, grew out of any remnants of your former feelings for Seungcheol.

Except that all came crumbling down the moment you came back, suitcase in hand, and found Seungcheol at the door of your brother's apartment upon your arrival for your move-in day with your brother, which now seemed to include Seungcheol in the equation.

You had been less than elated when your brother suddenly informed you that instead of solely moving in with him in order to begin attending his university, you would now be sharing the apartment with an unwanted guest – Seungcheol. This had been the first time you saw him again after graduating, which had also been your last day to see anyone for the past six months over the duration of your trip.

Since your brother had begun attending school while you took a sabbatical from education, he had found himself an apartment so you would have a place to move into upon your return. The agreement had been for the two of you to be the sole habitants, until Seungcheol suddenly decided to attend the same university as you and your brother, promptly moving in with Jeonghan in your absence. It seemed like that had been the original plan, one which died when Seungcheol simply decided to stay, moving his things out what was supposed to be your room and moving them into what then became a shared room between him and Jeonghan.

This was when you first began to have suspicions about Seungcheol.

Although your crush had died down about two years back, you still felt awkward in his presence. His existence was a constant reminder of his consistent rejection of your feelings, something which had not helped your confidence much in the past. But it now seemed like Seungcheol had been the one seeking you out more than the other way around. Even back when you were saying your goodbyes before leaving on your vacation, Seungcheol had seemed even more disappointed at your prolonged absence than your own brother. You hadn't thought much of it at the time, except that this behavior kept up as the two of you became roommates.

Seungcheol would now walk you to class whenever possible, even when it meant going out of his way. He would lend you notes from the classes he had taken the prior semester; ones which you were currently having to take. He would show up between your classes with either drink or food in hand. He'd stop by your workplace at the school's cafe whenever he had down time. He'd stare down any guy that would try and interact with you in any of these instances. You were completely casual about it, trying to not read too much into it, but the worst thing about it all was that you liked it. You liked the attention he was finally giving you.

Though you were suspicious about Seungcheol's intentions, you had never considered the possibility of Seungcheol actually liking you romantically until your brother had so casually informed you just now. Even through your immediate complaint about it, your heart sped up at the thought. Your mind went back to every single memory of your own crush on him, thinking back to every single thing you used to like about him. Up until the moment in which Jeonghan called your attention once more, having answered your question but receiving no response from you due to the extended internal monologue you had gone through due to the sudden revelation.

"Sorry, what did you say?", you finally responded.

He chuckled at your absent-mindedness, taking a sip of the coffee in front of him. "I said that your crush was just puppy love. He can't help that he didn't return your feelings at the time. It's been like what, three years since you got over him? Are you really still mad about it?", replied Jeonghan as he nudged you to eat the muffin he had bought you over twenty minutes ago.

Puppy love? It sure didn't feel like it during all those years in which you pined over him. But maybe Jeonghan was right. Maybe it had simply been interpreted as a harmless crush by both Seungcheol and Jeonghan. Except this did not justify every single remembrance of Seungcheol's constant dismissal and mockery of your feelings through the years, only ever looking your way once you were finally over him.

You took a deep breath, deciding to try and be rational in your response, "He mocked me over my crush for years, Jeonghan. He made me the butt of every joke and took advantage of how into him I was for his own entertainment. He only ever started respecting me when I changed my appearance and personality completely. Why should I even consider giving him a chance?"

"Hey, I'm not telling you to do that. Just keep an open mind, okay? We were kids. I'm sure he meant it all in good fun. You know he can be kind of an idiot at times," he took a pinch of the untouched muffin in front of you, "Is there no part of you that maybe still likes him?"

"Did you come to my workplace to harass me into dating your best friend?", you snatched the muffin away – the muffin he had 'bought' despite getting a discount due to your position as a barista, "I'm not the same loser I was in middle school, I have options."

"Oh, yeah?", he smirked, "Then how come you've never had a boyfriend?"

"I'm only 19, it's not like I've dedicated my entire life to celibacy. If I wanted one I could get one. Easy," you argued, "Are you gonna leave any time soon? I need to get back to work," you began to gather his and your cup to head back to your work duties.

"There's literally no one here," he whined, "And stop dodging my questions. Do you like him? Do you want a relationship or not?", he pushed, "I'm your brother, you're supposed to trust me with this type of stuff."

"Adoptive brother," you corrected as you wiped the table Jeonghan was still sitting at.

"Don't say that. I hate it when you say that," he whined.

"You know what? You're right," you decided, halting your movements.

"I am?"

"Yeah. I should get a boyfriend."

"Oh. You mean someone who isn't Seungcheol, don't you?", he sighed.

"Of course. I'm not just gonna come crawling back to him just because he decided he likes me now. And you're right. Now that I'm over my crush and I'm back home, I should get a boyfriend. Maybe that'll get Cheol off of me," you declared.

"So it is about Cheol then."

"Jeonghan, shut up!"

♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

[ @ fullsun ] : something about the campus flirt and the model student running for council together and WINNING is just *chef’s kiss*

[ @ hrenjun ] : literally shut up no one asked

[ @ vpyn ] : babe omg you’re so sweet <3

suhnshinehaos presents…

crush culture : a renjun smau

synopsis : ln yn has always flirted with huang renjun. but they do that with literally everyone else too, they couldn’t possibly be serious about pursuing him, right? on their final year of university, yn is determined to show that they are. with all the walls that renjun has built around himself, will they be strong enough to succeed in tearing them down?

or as i like to call it : you may have fallen for him first, but he might actually fall harder. only if he tried and let himself go.

pairing : huang renjun x gn!reader

also featuring !  nct 00z

genre/s : university + student council au, fluff, angst, pining, humor, slice of life

also contains : swearing, food mentions, suggestive humor

status :: completed !

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Bloodhound Part II | chs x f!reader

Vernon finally gets to taste you, just not in the way he wants.

Part I

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.8k

Pairing: chs x f!reader | Genre: romance, vampire au, smut

Warnings: blood drinking, male masturbation, pervy/horny/feral vernon, dubious consent (read AN at end for details), phone sex

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, she/her pronouns used

Vernon’s knee bounces in a blur as he sits in the stark waiting room on a dreary Monday, breathing through his mouth to escape the sting of antiseptic solution. He’s been to blood banks before, but never this one. 

It’s close to the cafe he ran from you met you at, and he bites back a smile when he remembers how you looked at him with bright eyes and an even brighter grin, like you were genuinely ecstatic to see him. Now that he knows you’re not leaving, he can think back on that night without shame grabbing him by the throat, can even reminisce on the few seconds you got together before his appetite for you made itself known. 

If he’s not careful, he starts thinking about other details, like how your shirt was cut just low enough for him to see the rise of your breasts, or how you smelled like every dream he’s ever had, like every dessert he’s ever been denied. As soon as he realizes he’s thinking about you like a fucking animal, he veers away from that dangerous train of thought. Some times are harder (pun unfortunately intended) than others, but he’ll never not fight to keep you safe, even from himself. 

Especially from himself. 

Before he can spiral into thoughts of all the ways he could hurt you, his name is called. He looks up from the space he was staring into, finding a vampire in scrubs waiting with a smile. The chair knocks against the wall as he rises and zips over, still unused to the way his body moves faster than his brain. 

“Do you have a carrier?” They ask, looking around for a cooler of some sort. 

“Insulated backpack,” he points over his shoulder, following them down a hallway to the distribution center. 

This place reeks of cleaning solution too but there’s an undertone of copper, and if he concentrates enough, he can even find notes of you. Smelling you again, even just in traces, has his body thrumming with nervous energy, has him biting the inside of his cheek to keep his fangs from extending. 

“Carmen will check you out,” the vampire says as they lead him to a counter with another vamp behind it. He nods in thanks, unable to speak with your scent at the forefront of his mind. Maybe two days wasn’t enough, he thinks, before admitting to himself that he’ll be disappointed if he returns and can’t find you on the air again. 

“I would go straight home with this donation, it’s quite potent,” Carmen instructs kindly, bringing up a large styrofoam container and setting it on the counter between them and Vernon. He doesn’t know how he feels about the knowledge that your blood calls to others too.

On one hand, it makes him feel more normal, feel better about his lack of control when it comes to you. On the other, he hates the idea of other vampires thirsting after you, both because he's oddly possessive already and because it means you're less safe in this world than he thought.

“I will, for sure,” Vernon forces out as he signs on the digital pad, his eyes caught on all the ruby red waiting for him. He carefully loads the bags into his backpack, shouldering it quickly and thanking Carmen before spinning on his heel and zipping out of the room. He tries to slow his steps as he walks through the lobby, but he’s starving, desperate, half rabid with the idea of having your taste on his tongue. 

He races home, his form a blur on the streets of New York as he weaves in and out of pedestrians and leaps over moving taxis to get to his apartment. Darting up the stairs and bursting through the door, Vernon drops his backpack and digs through his kitchen drawers for a straw, exclaiming triumphantly when he gets his hands on one. 

The zipper of his backpack is nearly torn with how quickly he pulls it open, his hand plunging inside and pulling out a single bag of blood. There’s a small covered opening for a straw and while he’s sure some vampires are classier than him and like to put it in a glass, he's happy to drink right from the bag. 

He’d be happiest drinking it right from the source, his brain supplies rather unhelpfully as he brings the straw to his lips and takes his first sip, his mind suspiciously absent of the cognitive dissonance he usually feels at drinking blood. 

The flavor bursts on his tongue, bright and sparkling like champagne but heady like dark chocolate, with something laced throughout that makes his dick throb. 

That something could only be you, the same something that makes you so fucking alluring to him, that makes him want to bite you all over, sink his teeth into your neck and your breasts and your thighs and-

His eyes roll back at the second sip, which is somehow better than the first, and before he knows it, he’s sinking to his knees and sucking mindlessly at the liquid gold. The bag empties and his stomach fills, and still, he wants more. More of your blood, more of you, just more. 

He needs to pace himself though, needs to make it last through the week before you can donate again, and going through half the bags in one sitting just because it tastes so fucking good is not the way to do that. 

So after just one, he stands on unsteady knees and brings his backpack to the kitchen, reluctantly loading the bags into his minifridge. He closes the door and waits for your scent to go away, except it never does. 

Not a few hours later, when he’s working on music and answering your texts. 

Not the next day either, giving him nebulous dreams of you as he rests the daylight away, dreams that glow red, dreams of wandering hands and teeth, dreams that taste like you. 

When Friday rolls around and his apartment is still flooded with your fragrance, he gives up hope that it’ll ever go away. And if he’s being honest with himself, he doesn’t want it to go away. He can’t be close to you right now, maybe for the foreseeable future, and if this and your blood are all he can get, he’ll take it. 

It would be nice if he could stop jerking off all the time, though. 

He just can’t help it. It starts when he gets his first taste of you, the twitching and pulsing and thickening of his dick distracting when all he wants is to focus on his meal. Of course, it doesn’t go away when he finishes the bag, so he has no choice but to take himself in hand and try to suppress the ravenous thoughts that always intrude.  

This blood was inside her, don’t you want to be inside of her too?

If her blood tastes this good, what does her pussy taste like?

If you get your hands on her and eat her right, fuck her well, maybe she’ll stay. 

He feels bad, guilty, thinking of you when he touches himself. You’re his friend, his only friend, and here he is, dreaming of taking you and keeping you. It would be different if it was just once, but it’s been every night since he first tasted you, and it’s nearly routine by now. 

Wake up, let the taste of you fill his mouth, rub one out.

Work on his music, think of you, rub one out. 

Do some reading, get a whiff of you on the air, rub one out.

Have synthetic for dinner, think of how much better you taste, rub one out. 

As a human, there’s no way he could have sustained cumming four times a day, but as a vampire, he has all the time and fluids in the world. It’s almost a curse, as he has literally no reason not to do it beyond, of course, the guilt. Even that isn’t enough to deter him, it almost makes him feel hotter, dirtier, needier, knowing he’s thinking things he shouldn’t be. 

It’s around two AM when the opportunity to stop presents itself. 

Vernon is half gone already, his hand slick with lube on his aching dick, when your name lights up on his phone. 

You haven't been able to stay up late for him in a few days because standardized testing season has begun, and he scrambles to answer your call with his free hand, the other still wrapped around his cock. 

“Hey!” Vernon doesn’t even try to hide his excitement at getting to speak with you, the voice notes you send him not nearly comparable to actually talking with you in real time. 

“Hi, Vernon,” your voice is a bit raspy, your words heavy with sleep, and now is the time for him to take his hand off his dick, to devote his attention to you. 

Now is the time, but for the life (death?) of him, he can’t. 

“What are you doing up so late?” He asks, both out of curiosity and out of the desire to get you to talk more as he slides his hand down to the base of his cock. 

“Woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep, just wanted to hear your voice,” you whisper, a rustling following your words as you readjust in bed. He tries to picture you, wonders if you’re laying on your back or your side or your stomach as you speak. Wonders even more what you’re wearing, his mind conjuring images of you in pajamas, all comfy and cozy and safe in bed. 

You ask him about his music and he manages to answer, though he doesn’t know what words cross his lips, just that you respond with enthusiasm and excitement. It’s easy enough to keep you talking, he just has to ask about your class or how your brothers are doing, and then he doesn’t even have to focus on what you’re saying, just how you’re saying it. 

The guilt sits heavily in his stomach, claws its way up his throat until all he can manage are hums and grunts and vaguely questioning noises as you speak. His release builds with every word from you, every stroke of his hand, every flash of shameful passion, and just when he’s on the brink, he hears you say his name. 

“Vernon, are you- are you… touching yourself?” 

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. 

His hand freezes on his cock, orgasm out of sight and alarm bells blaring in his head as he waits for the disgust, the anger, the hurt. He deserves it all, and-

“Keep going.”

Your voice is hushed and breathy but urgent, and before his mind can catch up to what this means, his hand moves. There’s a slick sound when it reaches the root of his cock, and he realizes he must have been so entranced by you, he didn’t even notice how noisy he was being. 

He hears a gasp on the other end of the line, visualizes you on your back with your fingers between your thighs, and instantly, he’s on the edge again. But before he can cum, he needs to know, “Are you touching yourself too?” 

“Yes,” you say, though it sounds more like a sigh.

He lets his eyes fall closed and there you are, phone pressed to your ear in the dark, your hands busy at work on your body as you listen to him jerk off. In his mind, one of your hands is clutching your breast, rolling your nipple, squeezing to test the give of your own flesh. The other is under the sheets, rubbing your swollen clit or filling your little cunt with your fingers. 

“Are you wet?” He gasps, his hand a blur on his length as he starts to spiral. 

“So wet, Vernon. Just for you.”

And fuck if that isn’t the best thing he’s heard in his all his years on this earth. It’s enough to make his balls draw up tight, to make his cock twitch against his palm, to make it leak like a broken faucet. 

It’s enough to make him cum. 

He throws his head back, barely holding onto the phone, groans and whimpers escaping his parted lips as cold cum shoots out of his dick to cover his stomach and hand. He lays there, panting just for the sensation of it, until he hears a sharp keen, one that has his cock twitching back to life against his belly. It’s followed by whines and gasps, and Vernon can only assume what they are, what they mean. 

“Did you cum?” He asks with desperation, needing to know you found your pleasure like he did. 

“Yeah… It was so nice,” you sound sleepy again, but your words are sugar coated, sweet in his ears. 

“Was that okay? I mean I didn’t ask you before,” he’s nervous now, knowing that he was jerking off to you, with you, without your consent. 

“So many questions, Vernon.” Fuck, he loves his name on your tongue. “You probably shouldn’t do that with anyone else, but it was okay with me, obviously.”

“I don’t want anyone else,” he says instantly, thoughtlessly. He’d be blushing if he could, embarrassed at confessing so quickly, but he doesn’t regret it. Especially when he hears you say, “Good, I don’t want anyone else either.”

There’s a smile in your voice, tired as it is, and he knows he should tell you to sleep but he’s just not ready to let you go yet. So he doesn’t, leading you into another conversation and listening attentively as you give him the details of your newly overhauled skincare routine. He doesn’t need to worry about his skin, and he didn’t when he was human, but he likes talking about it with you anyway. 

You’re so passionate about the products you use and their effects, and he can’t help but smile as you rave about the new retinol you added. The conversation evolves naturally, meandering back to his music and the new singer he’s working with, a faerie (which exist apparently) named Seungkwan. 

He’s halfway into a story about how he and Seungkwan have a whole song finished bar the last note, something they just can’t seem to agree on, when he notices your breathing slowing, growing deeper. It’s almost four now, and you’ll need to be up in two hours to ready yourself for work, so he’s glad you’re getting some sleep. 

He doesn’t hang up for a few minutes, just listening to your breathing and the little noises you make as you slumber, feeling more calm than he has in a full week. Finding release with you seems to have tempered his raging lust for now, though he knows it will come back with a vengeance just as soon as he allows himself to think about it. 

About how you said you were wet for him, just for him…

No! Vernon needs to focus, needs to take advantage of not having his hunger for you clouding his mind. He’s got two hours till the sunrise, and he should use them working on Seungkwan’s EP. 

First, he needs to take care of the layer of drying cum covering his hand and stomach, scooching to the edge of the bed and standing before walking to the bathroom, not feeling the urge to rush for once. 

He only sets the shower to lukewarm but it feels searing hot on his chilly skin when he steps in, a shiver rippling down his spine as he rinses his dick clean. Honestly, he could go again, but he feels fulfilled enough that he doesn’t pay any mind to the way it hardens under the spray of the water. 

Instead, he moves through the rest of his routine swiftly, washing his hair just for the sake of normalcy before shutting the stream off and shaking himself fast enough to vibrate away half the water covering his skin. 

A towel mops up the rest, gets dragged through his hair until it’s no longer dripping and then gets hung on the hook to dry. He stares at the empty mirror for a while, trying to conjure his own visage, trying to remember how he looks, before shaking his head and returning to his bedroom. 

There’s no good in wishing things were different. This is his life now, and it will be forever. 

But it’s immeasurably better with you in it, enough so that he thinks he might not regret being turned into a vampire for once, just because it led him to you.

AN: Vernon masturbates on the phone with reader without telling her or asking for her consent, so I'm tagging as dubious consent (she's into it tho)

AN II: i am fr so sorry it's taken me this long to release part 2 😭 i had so much inspo and passion for this project and it's faded a bit, but i'm doing my best to find it again and finish this!

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treacherous : a crush culture spin-off

synopsis : after a couple of instances of accidental matching clothing, yangyang finds himself in a dating rumor with possibly the most famous person on campus : yn, the bassist of an up and coming band. yangyang doesn’t seem to have a problem with it. unfortunately yn, who has also built up a reputation for being cold as winter, does.

pairing : liu yangyang x gn!reader

also featuring !  nct 00z + mark, xiaojun, hendery, and cc!yn

genre/s : smau, university au, student council + band au, fluff, angst, humor

contains : food mentions, swearing, suggestive content / humor

status : completed !!

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early morning shenanigans 🥰

[6:33 am]

(cw: parents!au, pregnant reader, “mommy” reader)

Jungwoo swears he can hear someone trying to wake him up, albeit quietly. He doesn’t hear anything for a minute and decided to nestle further into the warm sheets and fluffy pillows. Not even a minute later he feels something wet hit his cheek, then hit it again, and then, “Daddy.”

He blinks an eye open, flinching at the brightness of the dawn just creeping in. He catches sight of his daughter standing right in front of him, how he missed her face inches away from his own. She smiles all too brightly for the neon green time glowing on his night stand. She holds her pacifier in one hand, the obvious culprit for the wet feeling on his cheek. Now he had even more incentive to get rid of that damn pacifier. “My love, why are you awake?” He mumbles out, running a hand over her tangled bed head.

“Daddy, I’m hungry,” she tells him.

He shushes her gently, “My love, it’s not breakfast time yet.”

She juts out her bottom lip as she lays her head beside Jungwoo’s, “Daddy, please. I’ll be quiet.”

Jungwoo sighs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and sits up. Knowing his daughter she won’t give up on this, she gets her food or she continues begging until all three- well, four- of you are awake. “Let’s go,” he tells her before he slowly slips out of bed, careful to not wake you up. You had been up late with the very toddler padding along behind Jungwoo with her blanket dragging along.

He sets her on the counter and places his hands on his hips, “Cereal?” She shakes her head, he tries again, “eggs?”

She shakes her head once more before she pulls the pacifier from her mouth, “Pancakes!”

“Baby, it’s too early for pancakes. Do you want some rice?” Jungwoo offers instead.

Your daughter pulls out the big moves, she pouts her lips and throws on her puppy dog eyes that are quickly filling with tears. Crocodile tears, Jungwoo knows, but he’s so weak to her. He curses internally, she must have inherited this look from you. He can recall countless times you pulled the very same look to get what you wanted and he fell for it every time. Now he was seeing the very same look and falling under the same spell.

He curses internally, then sighs with a finger pointed at her, “We have to be quiet.”

Her tears dry immediately as she nods fervently with a big smile. He pulled out the pancake mix and got to work. He mixed the batter, handing it off to your daughter as he turned to heat the pan. He poured the batter into the pan, quieting down his daughters excited giggles and kicks against the cabinets.

When the pancakes were all served up and cooled down, he carries his daughter to her high chair and straps her in. Her little plate of cut up pancakes was drizzled with syrup as she thanked Jungwoo and placed a wet kiss on his cheek as she tore into the food in front of her. Jungwoo couldn’t fight the amazed chuckle as he watched her eat. His daughter always ate like she was starving, which could not be further from the truth what with her protruding little belly and consistent second servings at every meal.

He slowly ate one of his own pancakes, feeling the tiredness of being up so early finally hit him again. He gets up and starts making coffee, keeping an eye on the toddler who hasn’t slowed down despite his many warnings for her to do so.

He just begins pouring himself a cup of coffee when he feels a hand on his back, “Smells good in here. Pancakes, this early?”

He pulls you into a hug, placing a hand on your barely there baby bump while he places a kiss on your temple, “Your daughter has resorted to violence when she’s hungry.”

You snort out a laugh before turning your playful glare to your daughter, “You little monster! Did you wake Daddy up for pancakes?” She laughs as you barrage her chubby cheeks with kisses in your cupped hands, “Did you hit Daddy this morning?” She shakes her head so you try again, this time she nods. You begin telling her that hitting people is not nice and explain other ways to wake Jungwoo up, “like this, you take your finger and you poke him right here!” His daughter’s laughs ring out again as you tickle her midsection as well as you can with the limited space in the high chair.

“Good morning Mama,” his daughter smiles, puckering her lips to place a big, wet kiss on your cheek. A very different wetness on your cheek compared to what Jungwoo got earlier which has him grumbling under his breath.

“Good morning my love, wanna say good morning to the baby?” You ask her after giving her her own kiss. She nods fervently again, much like the nod she gave Jungwoo earlier. You stand and pull your T-shirt over your belly and let the toddler whisper, though it’s really not a whisper, and kiss your belly as a greeting to her sibling.

A plate of pancakes slides in front of you, Jungwoo places a kiss on the crown of your head, “For Mommy and baby.”