Hi Cee Howre You??

Hi cee 😽😽 how’re you??

Hi Lua! I'm doing okay, how are you? Happy new year, in advance or belated hehe <3

Thinking about how cute gyu would be all love drunk (and literally drunk) making out with him and he's all breathless and he's got this dumbed out smile on his face with your lipstick smudged all over his lips- ugh

hey important question yall who was your first bias. very very FIRST bias.

warnings: drunkenness, mentions of kissing, one use of sh*t

"Please leave a message after the tone."

Listen... baby... He's drunk. He may be more drunk than you've ever known him to be. I know- I know it's too late, but you know I have to try because... A deep sigh. Because I can't lose you, okay? I know I already did, and it's killing me, baby. I... baby? Why won't you say something? Oh, right. Damn, I miss you so much. I miss your voice. I miss the way you'd be counting down before the countdown just to make sure we were together, and there was no way we'd miss out on our New Year's kiss. He chuckles, the sound turning into a scoff at the end. I wonder who you're kissing now. I just- I know you said that I just don't want to be alone, but... but it's not true. It's you. It's only you that I want to see right now, all the time. Believe me, there's a party full of people in the next room, girls who would be climbing all over me- no... no, I didn't mean that- shit. He's silent for a moment. I love you. I love you, and I would do anything for you to please just give me one more chance, I-

"Voicemail box full."

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Shopping trolleys are called shopping carts in other parts of the world, right? I don't want readers to be confused 🙃

mafia dad jjun who's just as protective n possessive of his nanny as he is of his daughters :3

oomf this took me so long and yet it could be so much better ><

Mafia dad Yeonjun is very picky about who looks after his children. When he finds the perfect nanny, perfect in both the hours you're willing to work and for his children's needs and preferences, he pays well. He buys you a separate phone for communicating with him—just a precaution to ensure the safety of both his kids and their nanny.

He hears so much about you from his two girls who rave about you all the time that he feels as though he knows you, in some small way, before he has the time to get to know you. Eventually, when he gets the time to come home early while you're still up, the two of you talk over drinks in the kitchen. Slowly you begin to get to know each other in the flesh.

Yeonjun comes home to find the house quiet, kids put to bed already. He comes across the nanny at the kitchen table, fallen asleep while reading, and he can't help the warm smile that breaks over his face. Gently, he wakes you up and sends you to bed.

It's not long, maybe a year, until Yeonjun starts to consider you as part of the family just as his girls do. It feels natural, like a no-brainer. You're flustered when you spot a present wrapped and under the tree with your name on it that Christmas. Yeonjun's eyes and smile beam as you bumble on about how he shouldn't have.

There's one small incident wherein Yeonjun tags along on the weekly grocery shop, lifting his daughters into the cart and pushing it along happily through the aisles of produce behind you. It's quite a good system: you find the things on the list, Yeonjun takes them from the shelf and gives it to the girls who put it in the cart—perfect teamwork.

He feels so at ease, doing these mundane things with his little family. It's nice to feel as though his family is more complete again, though it's not in the traditional sense.

But all too soon, there's a phone call that he can't ignore, his blood pumping to high alert when he hears the news from his informant. He doesn't explain anything when he hangs up the phone— he can't, not here and not now—just deposits his cell into his pocket and grabs his kids. He passes the younger and lighter of his girls to you while he takes the oldest, abandoning the cart of groceries and ushering you of the shop through the entrance door.

He drives for hours until the sun has gone and darkness falls. It's only when he pulls up and parks in front of a secluded house in the middle of what feels like nowhere that he breathes easily again. The kids are asleep in the back seat and have been for a while, but you haven't asked any questions. His eyes, no longer frantic, turn to you in the darkness. He looks depleted. You can tell he has something to say, but before he can speak, you're unbuckling your seatbelt and nodding towards the children. Together, you carry the sleeping girls up to a bedroom that looks to be meant for them but yet to be used.

In the kitchen, Yeonjun unravels. He pulls you into him, the first real intimate physical contact you've had, and you feel the tension vacate his body. He sits you down and tells you everything—the full extent of his job and what he's really involved in, which he hadn't filled you in on except the bare bones of what needed to be known, the phone call, the danger. He tells you that if you want to quit, he'll understand, trying to hide the sadness in his eyes at the thought of you doing so.

He looks up as you place your hand over his, and you take the opportunity to lean in and press a tentative kiss to his lips. He cradles the back of your head, so gentle as if he doesn't want to break you but enough to keep you there so he can return the kiss, all his emotion expressed through this one action. When you part to catch your breath, you tell him you can't leave. Not when you've finally found somewhere, someone, who feels so much like home.