I Wanted To Be Surprised, But Not Really. The Last Few Chapters Were Too Calm And Sweet, And According

I wanted to be surprised, but not really🤓😃. The last few chapters were too calm and sweet, and according to "SMT-O-Meter", it was a sign before a big storm happened🫢

And from my experience with SMT masterpiece, I will prepare my seatbelt for the future🫡🥹

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ch. lxx - good girl

neurosurgeon!hongjoong × reader

buy me coffee ?

where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.

At this point, you found yourself in somewhat of a choreographed dance with the father and son duo manoeuvring the child in question. Usually, you would have to move quickly between taking Kijoong's things out of the car and making sure that he wouldn't make a run for it, even going as far as installing a car seat, iPad holder, and small containers of cereal and snacks, effectively turning your car into a mom car. Now, you simply needed to focus on Kijoong because Hongjoong would instinctively take your bag and any of Kijoong's belongings with him. Then, the two of you would basically lock Kijoong's hands in each of yours and making sure that Kijoong wouldn't have any means of escaping or running away as your bodies would block his sides.

You both call it "inmate transfer" and others pointed out that it's actually called "the family hold". You both were confident that "inmate transfer" is correct.

"I think I stuffed myself stupid," Hongjoong huffed, taking a moment to readjust his pants before resuming the walk back to the elevator from his dedicated parking spot. You couldn't help but snicker in amusement at the way he was so comfortable with you, totally different from the person you first knew less than three months ago. "I told you not to get a second plate, Joong, this is all on you," you teased which caused Kijoong to chirp, "Yeah, Joong," he teased, sticking his tongue out at his dad. Hongjoong squinted his eyes at the two of you, "Hey, I finished my main course, I EARN that dessert. And you had some, (y/n), you can't talk shit about my decision," he huffed before crouching down to Kijoong's height, "And that's daddy to you, mister," he said, poking Kijoong's nose.

Teasingly, you raised an eyebrow at Hongjoong, "You asked me to spend my day off with you and Kijoong, I think I reserve the right to call you out for eating a plate of two waffles drenched in maple syrup and ice cream after finishing a whole ass pasta by yourself. And while we're on the subject, who eats carbonara at 10 am?" "Yeah, Joong, who?" Kijoong teased again, this time drawling to poke fun at his dad even more. "A hungry man using food as a reward for a week of hard work," he said in a mocking tone, causing you to raise an eyebrow, "So is this your way of telling me that I've done a good job?" you teased.

"Do you think you've done a good job?"

Suddenly there was a wave of seriousness over the two of you (Kijoong was blissfully unaware, of course, what with kicking pebbles around as he held onto your hands). You momentarily stop in your steps to look at Hongjoong, "What?" Hongjoong stopped in his tracks as well to look back at you, "Do you think you've done a good job so far? Are you satisfied? Are you happy working here?" Already had a feeling that the discussion was coming, you wasted no time in going straight to the point, "Is this about my employment ending?" Hongjoong was kind of glad that you brought it up first as he didn't really know how to say those exact words (In all honesty, Hongjoong didn't know how to say a lot of things to you but one conversation at a time). "Kind of, yeah," Hongjoong confirmed.

For a moment, you pursed your lips and resorted to continuing your walk to the elevator as Kijoong, still in his own world, tried to get you to kick the pebbles with him.

Feeling obligated to explain, Hongjoong opened his mouth again, "I should clarify, I'm not asking you because I'm reviewing your work or anything. In fact, I just want to know if you're happy which I think is the biggest factor in sticking with a job." You could tell that he was trying his best to not be confrontational and your lack of answer would soon make him cry. "Good because if that was your way of firing me after all that we have been through, I would be so pissed, I'd actually give Kijoong back his toy gun." Hearing his name and toy, Kijoong perked up and started jumping excitedly, "MY GUN!?" he exclaimed, hopeful but you immediately shot it down, patting his head with your free hand, "No sweetie, and please don't interrupt your daddy and I are talking."

Relieved, Hongjoong chuckled and shook his head, "At this point, it would make more sense if you leave in the middle of the night and move away to Antarctica or something. But I know you wouldn't," "Hey, I might," you pointed out, rolling your eyes, "Push my buttons enough times and I'll pull a disappearing act so fantastic, it would get Best Performance award at the Grammys or something." Hongjoong's eyes widened, thinking that you were serious, "What, you mean to tell me that you'd consider leaving us?" there was a slight panic in his voice that made you crack out rather loudly, "Oh my God, Joong, calm down! I was just joking! You know I love working with you and I'll be honest, I'm kind of attached to the cutie pies of apartment 801 so it would take a lot for me to not want to continue working with you," you said lightheartedly, pinching Kijoong's cheek affectionately.

It was only when you both stepped inside the elevator that Hongjoong realized what you just said. "Wait, did you just say 'cuties'? As in plural?" Confusedly, you raised an eyebrow at him, "Um, yeah? Why do you think I keep feeding you? You're basically Kijoong-sized XL and I love the boy to bits," this time, you couldn't help but scoop Kijoong into your arms and blew a raspberry on his cheek, making him giggle from the ticklish feeling. There was a mix of feelings that surged through Hongjoong's body and he couldn't pinpoint on the cause as the giddiness was so palpable he could taste it at the tip of his tongue. The sheer feeling rendered him speechless and he could only find his voice when the elevator door opened and the three of you stepped out.

"So... You love me?"

In all fairness, Hongjoong meant that as a joke. Or so he said. He so totally doesn't lowkey hope that you'd say yes. But he was totally expecting you to roll your eyes and call him stupid.

The last thing he expected was for you to step closer to him, nudge his hip with yours and grin, "What do you think, Joong? What do your own feelings tell you?"

A sudden wave of excitement-induced nausea washed over Hongjoong, his body forcing his brain to prepare to have the talk. The one talk he knew he had to have with you considering the revelation he made (through Seonghwa pointing it out but he was not about to give his friend the credit).

You saw that his brain was trying to connect the dots and it was entertaining, to say the least. But at that moment, it dawned on you that you had just opened the door to a conversation you had only planned to have but even that plan was not solid. So to feign being coy, you took quick steps to get to Hongjoong's apartment first. "Hey!" Hongjoong exclaimed when he realized that you had taken off on him and he followed suit. While the distance from the elevator to this unit was not long, he caught up with you quick but it was because you had stopped in your tracks in the middle of the hallway, eyes trailed forward which caused him to look in the same direction.

It was like seeing a ghost. Well, a ghost from his past. Because out of all the moments in the timeline of his life, he would never have expected to see the person he was seeing. Not after what happened in the past.

"Minhee?" he called out.

Minhee, his ex, pushed her body off of the door and smiled gently, eyes looking over to Hongjoong before it settled on you and then on the boy who looked at her confusedly, not knowing who she was but he was intuitive enough to sense that there was something going on. You took notice of this when Kijoong suddenly turned around and clung on your body, refusing to look at his birth mother.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at her. She looked like the pictures you had caught glimpses of when you were cleaning but... Happier. She looked pretty and well-kept, exactly like how a young lady from a respected family should what with her all-white get-up and expensive bag. The nasty side of your brain immediately made comparisons and you came to the conclusion that you and her were vastly different and though momentarily, the thought of her being the kind of person that made Hongjoong commit flashed, leaving a nasty remnant that felt itchy.

"Well, aren't you going to let an old friend in?" she smiled.

Hell, even her voice sounded nice.

How were you going to fare?

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8/9... 8/8 - ATEEZ OT8 part one

THIS IMAGINE IS MATURE! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

⊹ 2k words ⊹ friends!ateez x fem!reader (ft. straykids) ᭡ angst, mature.

✧ a/n: hi. erm. yeah. i guess. in a rainy and depressive mood these days, but i'll be fine. might take a while to update, please be understanding. thank you.

thank you @sousydive for beta reading.

⊂ content: shitty ateez (esp jongho & wooyoung) warning. name-calling, slapping, crying, stray kids being absolute angels. friendship problems, both sides are in the wrong. strong language. please don't hate jongho i love my baby bear pls, a little self-harming.

✦ network: @newworldnet

:̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

You sat on your bed, staring at your phone. 

Zero notifications. 

No calls, no texts. No one asked for you. 

Your fingers swiped open the group chat. The last message was sent by you, asking if anyone wanted to grab lunch together. 

Nine members, eight reads, zero replies. 

You put your phone down, thinking about your recent behaviour. Have you done anything wrong? Did you accidentally offend them? Or perhaps, say the wrong thing?

You sighed, throwing your phone to the side and looking at the frame photo by your bed. You and the boys were huddled together, laughing at the camera. It was San’s birthday, and all of you had come up with a surprise party. The nine of you, all together, celebrating, smiling.

When was the last time you hung out with them?

Was it… three months ago? Four?

“They’re probably busy, Y/n…” You muttered to yourself, blinking rapidly so the sudden tears that gathered in your eyes wouldn’t fall. You sniffed, shaking your head. “Stop over thinking, Y/n.” You looked at your reflection in the mirror, your fingers curling into a fist. “You’re fine. Stop behaving so childishly.”

You let yourself fall onto the pillows, staring up at the ceiling above you. Every single time you send a message to them, they would reply dryly. 

Maybe they’re sick of you, Y/n. 

You closed your eyes, wrapping yourself up in a foetal position. 

Everything will be fine. 

You know something is wrong, Y/n.

No, everything is fine. Nothing is wrong. 

Stop lying to yourself. 

I’m not lying to myself. 

Are you?

“I’m not.” You whispered, your voice shaky and unconfident. Tears gathered up at your eyes as you tried to get yourself to sleep.

You woke up with a gasp, breathing heavily as you bent over to the side of the bed, retching dryly. You were covered in cold sweat, shaking as you recovered your breathing. 

The annoyed expression on your friends faces seemed so real, to the point that you cannot differentiate between your dream and reality. You raised your knees to your chest, hugging them as you tried to calm yourself down.

It’s not real it’s not real it’s not real

“A nightmare. It’s a nightmare.” You told yourself, covering your face with your hands. “Y/n, stop it. Stop overthinking, you idiot.”

You reached for your phone, tapping on Seonghwa’s chat.

You: Oppa, are you busy? | You: Oppa, are y| You: Oppa, a| You: Oppa, I had a nightmare.| You: Oppa, I ha| You: Oppa,|

You stared at the screen, your fingers pausing in mid air. 

You: Oppa| You: Op| You: |

You scrolled upwards, reading your previous chats. It was mostly you talking about your problems, and Seonghwa advising you on what to do. You swallowed your saliva, reading his replies, which were getting drier and drier as you scrolled down.

Hwa Oppa: Y/n-ah, sorry, I’m busy. Hwa Oppa: Ok. Hwa Oppa: Ttyl. Hwa Oppa: Mhm.  Hwa Oppa: K. Hwa Oppa: Can you text me later? Hwa Oppa: Kinda busy now.

You tapped on his profile. Online 3 hours ago. The time now is 2am.

A sense of helplessness swallowed you as you let the phone drop onto your bed. You looked outside of the window, letting out another sigh.

You can't sleep anymore.

Maybe you should try one more time?

Y/n: Oppa, can we talk?

Seonghwa frowned at the notification. In front of him, Mingi was hollering with the mic, along with San, who was shrieking at the top of his voice, abusing poor Yunho's ears, who was sitting nearest to the speaker.

"Who is that?" Jongho asked, peering at the screen over his shoulder. "Oh." He looked away uninterestedly, taking a mouthful of his alcohol.

"Y/n?" Wooyoung grabbed Seonghwa's phone, scowling. "Does she want to complain about her boring work problems again? I have enough of listening to her shit-"

"Wooyoung. Stop it." Hongjoong warned. The latter rolled his eyes, giving Seonghwa his phone back before going over to San to snatch his microphone. As they scuffle over it, Yeosang sighed, frowning.

"I still don't think it's a good idea leaving her out and ignoring her like that, hyung." He watched the two fight while Mingi continued to sing his heart out. "We should sit down at talk it out-"

"Listen, I've tried. But every single time she would talk about her stupid work problems, I just needed a break from her, okay?" Seonghwa shot back, irritated. Yeosang put his hands up in defeat, shutting up. Seonghwa turned his phone off, shaking his head. “I’ll just… text her later.”

Jongho snorted, turning his attention back to the singing trio. Yeosang bit his lip nervously, but Hongjoong clapped his back. “Hey, just chill. Y/n would be fine without us anyway, she has so many friends.” He stuffed a glass of beer into Yeosang’s empty hands. “Here, take a drink and just forget about her, okay? It's been some time since all eight of us can come out together.”

Yeosang’s fingers grip the glass nervously. Yunho, who had crawled over to their seat to get away from the speaker, saw his hesitancy and rolled his eyes. “Hyung is right, Yeosang-ah. Y/n wouldn’t die without us. We should have our Boys Night anyways. Just drink.” He pushed the glass to Yeosang’s lips, the younger finally taking a sip reluctantly. 

“Yeah.” He watched Jongho, who had joined in with the three at the front. “You’re right.”

It's not much of a problem.

Right?

Your phone buzzed. Your eyes lit up, grabbing it and scanning at it.

Felix (Baking Class): Hey, this is Y/n right?

You slumped in disappointment, but soon it turned to confusion. What's Felix texting you at 2am for?

Felix Lee, a sweet Australian you've met through your baking class. You have enjoyed talking to him, the both of you exchanging tales of your baking mishaps. None of the boys, not even Wooyoung, likes to bake. So only Felix understood your problems with baking.

You: Hey Felix. You: What can I do for you?

Felix (Baking Class): I don't think I'm supposed to tell you this but Felix (Baking Class): You're friends with Hongjoong hyung right?

You: Yeah Felix (Baking Class): Erm, so my friends and I were at the nuraebang Felix (Baking Class): Changbin hyung was recording er, Jeonginnie just now

Felix (Baking Class): It's not like we're eavesdropping or anything, but erm I think you should, listen to this

Felix (Baking Class): *video.mp4*

Something is wrong.

Yeosang forced a laugh as he sipped on his coffee. They were in San's house, eating breakfast. Wooyoung busied himself over the stove, while Hongjoong was muttering to himself, his hands furiously typing away on his laptop. Mingi continued to talk after getting a reaction from Yeosang, but the man's attention had drifted elsewhere.

"...and then that's it. My manager just let me off." Mingi smirked proudly, earning a thumbsup from Yunho and San. Seonghwa rolled his eyes. "You were lucky this time, Mingi-ah. Yeosang, eggs?"

Yeosang gave him a small shake of his head. "No thank you. Hyung, did you text Y/n?"

The kitchen went silent at the name. Even Hongjoong looked up from his screen. "Y/n?"

"Yeah. She erm, hasn't contacted us in a week?" Yeosang reminded, shaking his phone in their face. "She usually texts us in the morning in the groupchat-"

"C'mon Yeo, that's a good thing." Wooyoung came out of the kitchen, untying his apron and frowning at Yeosang. "Don't spoil the mood early in the morning."

"Maybe she's busy, Yeo." Yunho suggested, wolfing down his pancake. "She did say that her boss sent her for some field checks. And don't be so mean, Woo."

Wooyoung pouted. "I'm just annoyed at her. And why isn't Jongho back?"

Jongho felt guilty.

He sipped on his cup of americano nervously, glancing at you. You sat with your gaze lowered, fixated on your own cup, your eyes cast downward.

He had bumped into you at the supermarket while getting syrup for Wooyoung. He didn't know why, but when he saw you, he had this sudden desire to run away.

Like a little boy after making a mistake.

"Erm, Y/n, how are you?" He decided, speaking carefully. You looked up from your cup at him, before tugging the corner of your lips upwards.

"Jongho-ah. Please, be honest with me." You pressed the nail of your thumb into your skin, the piercing pain kept your tears in. “Do I… really annoy you guys? When I’m telling… No, when I'm complaining about…” You bit your lower lip, suddenly feeling pathetic. Then you breathed in, before speaking again. “You know what, nevermind. I heard that you guys needed a break from me- Don’t need to explain, I heard it for myself.” You stopped Jongho as he opened his mouth to explain. “I totally understand that. But I’m just here to tell you that leaving me out is not cool. We’re adults, Jongho-ah. You and the boys should have just told me.”

“W-we’re just afraid that you’ll be upset-” “So you guys started leaving me out? Ignoring my texts? Talking behind my back?” You pressed your thumb harder into your skin, angry tears welling up in your eyes. “Like a teenager in highschool? Choi Jongho, you know that’s not… that’s not…” You glared at him, your brain searching for the right word. 

“Not how you should behave as a friend.” Someone placed their hand behind your back, patting them. The both of you looked up to see Felix, who was holding up a cup of coffee. Behind him, Bang Chan and Jisung waved at you. You blinked quickly, forcing the tears to go back in and waved back at them, before turning your attention to him. “Lixie? What are you doing here?”

“Breakfast with my hyung and Han Jisung.” He jabbed his thumb back at the two of them. Felix then turned to Jongho, offering him a simple smile that did not reach his eyes. “Hi, I’m Felix. I heard a lot from Y/nnie about you.” He introduced himself, his hand never leaving your back. Jongho frowned, glancing from his hand and back to his face. 

“I’m Jongho.” His voice was unwelcoming. Your brows furrowed. “Jongho, that was ru-” “It’s okay. Sorry if I interrupted you guys, but hyung’s asking whether you wanna join us later for lunch. Minho hyung cooked the dish you said you’d like to try.”

Your eyes lit up at his words. “Really?” You exclaimed. Jongho observed your exchange with a stoic expression on his face. Felix nodded. “Yeah, I’ll call you later?”

You nodded. Felix patted your hair, gave a friendly nod to Jongho and returned back to his hyungs. As soon as he left, Jongho sneered. “So, you’ve been hanging out with those kind of people?” 

Your smile froze. “What did you say?” 

Jongho shook his head mockingly. “Them, Y/n L/n. Hanging out with Felix Lee and his stupid little gang?” He hissed. “What did they offer you? Money? Are you fucking with them?” 

You stared at him in disbelievement. “What? Did I say something wrong?” Jongho scoffed, sending a glare over to Felix. “You know they are rivals with Seonghwa hyung, right? They play around, Y/n. Are you being a whore for them-”

A loud, resounding slap echoed through the cafe, capturing the attention of everyone dining inside. Jongho touched his burning left cheek, slowly turning to face you. You were standing up, your chest heaving in anger and humiliation at Jongho’s words. Regret instantly flooded his eyes, as Jongho realized what he had said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Say that I’m a slut? For hanging out with a group of men?” You finished the sentence for him, your voice filled with anger and sadness. “Choi Jongho, you’re an asshole. Fuck you. You all are assholes!” You cursed as you grabbed your bag and headed out towards the exit. 

As you ran out, Jongho saw Felix and his friends hurried to follow you too. When his eyes met Felix’s, the latter smirked at him, and Jongho gritted his teeth. 

He fucked up.

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you and wonwoo had an arranged marriage 4 years ago. Coming from chaebol families, you both knew you weren’t likely to have a choice in who you’d spend the rest of your life married to.

wonwoo had been a recurring character in your childhood, not as a friend but as an… acquaintance which sounds slightly too generous. But then his parents had shipped him off to a boarding school in America where he stayed for the next 8 years.

Of course you had forgotten about him. You didn’t even remember much of him when he was around.

You remember when you were reunited with him once again. Your parents had told you the day after your 24th birthday that you were going to be marrying the eldest jeon son- wonwoo and you were all going to have a big family dinner that very night.

You didn’t put up a fight, just sighed and walked away to mentally prepare yourself for this hell of a dinner.

You certainly hadn’t been expecting to walk into your living room a few hours later to the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on. You paused, he paused, all eyes were on the both of you. You had pulled yourself together as quickly as possible, reaching out to shake his hand as his mother reintroduced you to Wonwoo 10 years later.

The two of you escaped the family dinner to walk around your family’s estate. Wonwoo shared with you that he had been dating someone for almost 3 years up until last month and was positive his parents were behind him losing who he considered to be the love of your life. He confesses that he while he had been expecting an arranged marriage, he didn’t think it would be at the expense of someone he had shared so much of himself with. You’re indifferent- you never really seriously dated because you knew the choice wasn’t yours anyway but you find your heart breaking as you hear wonwoo admit his heart is still with someone else. You thought you’d at least be able to have the chance to actually fall in love with your arranged partner but that doesn’t seem like it’s going to be the case.

You avoid Wonwoo like the plague after that, only seeing him for wedding preparations. It’s not like he’s dying to see you either so you don’t feel guilty about not trying to build a relationship with him.

The week of the wedding was just a blur. You didn’t care about any of it. You were upset that you were going to have to see Wonwoo almost everyday. If he noticed you were being cold, he didn’t say anything. The day of the wedding was also a blur. Your mother attached your veil to your hair and looked at your stone cold face in the mirror. “You’ll make a good wife.”

You finally understood why you’d been so… angry. You weren’t just upset that Wonwoo had experienced a love deep enough to alter his life, you were upset that you were being molded into a wife all these years. Your parents were using you as a way to grow their business profits. They didn’t care about any of your ambitions- just that you were trained to be a pretty little wife for some other chaebol son. They didn’t care about the 4 years of research you had done in your school’s biochemistry department. They didn’t care that you graduated top of your class in college. They didn’t care about your goals and ambitions as long as it didn’t interfere with your marital duties.

You were furious but you took one look at yourself in the mirror and felt your heart break as you realized you were about to give up one of the most important choices you had the ability to make.

You and wonwoo said your vows, briefly kissed, walked hand in hand out of the ceremony and then dropped hands, parting until the banquet dinner later that night. You hardly spoke at that banquet either, wanting nothing more than to just be alone.

You’re disrupted from your thoughts by the sound of your phone ringing. It’s your son Jae’s school calling. You quickly pick up afraid something has happened. “Hi Mrs. Jeon, we’re just calling to remind you and your husband that it’s parent student day tomorrow and we’d love your presence around 3pm.” You reassure her you’ll be there, jotting down in your notepad a reminder.

While Wonwoo has been a good father, you know how busy he is and don’t bother telling him about this event. He’s not as involved as you are with your son’s school activities so you figure he wouldn’t mind anyway.

That night, you get into bed, wonwoo’s side empty like it usually is as he likes to stay at work late at night doing who knows what. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if you found out he was having an affair.

You fall asleep before he gets back.

When you wake up the next morning, you’re surprised to see Wonwoo’s bare back facing you. You usually went to bed before he came back home and woke up after he had left so seeing him still asleep was a rightful shock to you. Careful not to wake him, you slip out of bed to go wake up Jae. You carry your little almost 4 year old to your bedroom so he can play while you get ready like you typically do every morning. Jae runs ahead of you as you swiftly turn around to pick up some of the toys scattered around his room.

“Daddy!!”

You walk back to your room to find Jae in Wonwoo’s arms- your husband sitting up in your bed with tousled hair and glasses on. And still shirtless.

Your heart swells at the domesticity in front of you. This is everything you’ve ever wanted- Wonwoo being around Jae more often than he was right now.

“Mommy come in for a big hug!” Jae yells. You hesitate.

You and Wonwoo aren’t exactly affectionate. You don’t regularly kiss or hug or hold hands unless you need to put up your married front in public. You haven’t had sex in probably months- not that you guys were fooling around much in the first place after Jae was born. You approach your husband and son, leaning over Wonwoo’s chest to peck Jae’s cheek. Jae puts his arm around your neck while holding on tightly to Wonwoo’s shoulder trying to squish the two of you together. You feel Wonwoo’s arm snake around your waist and you appease Jae by putting your arm around Wonwoo’s very wide… and broad… shoulders.

You end up in the bathroom with Wonwoo as you both start getting ready at the same time. You’re still thinking about the hug, deep in thought as Wonwoo approaches you and leans against the counter right next to you watching your face as you finish brushing your teeth.

“Can your parents take Jae this weekend?”

“I can ask. Why? Am I forgetting something” you panic trying to rack your brain for any important dates coming up.

“It’s our 5 year anniversary. Let’s do something this weekend.”

You pause. The two of you have never celebrated your wedding anniversary. Jae was born a couple months after your first anniversary as Wonwoo was determined to get you pregnant as soon as possible after your marriage so his parents would stop bothering him about a grandchild.

“Uh. Do what?”

“My parents think we should have another kid.”

So that’s what this was about. Wonwoo had to fulfill his obligations to his parents by pumping you full of his cum until you became pregnant. Again. Not saying that you hadn’t enjoyed it the first time. While Wonwoo was in fact appeasing his parents’ wishes, he was still very great in bed, with his dominant side taking over in ways you’ve never really seen outside the bedroom.

You roll your eyes.

“Until you actually pay attention to the child we have now, we’re not going even to talk about having another child.”

You turn around to walk out of the bathroom but Wonwoo moves quickly, grabbing your wrist and shutting the door. He cages you against the counter and grabs both of your wrists as you try pushing him away.

“Let go Wonwoo! You know I’m right. You’re not around for breakfast or dinner. You don’t drop Jae off and you don’t go to any of his school’s events so don’t even pretend like you have any say in whether or not we have another child.”

Wonwoo drops your wrists and was quiet.

He knew you were right.

Wonwoo had been so excited the day Jae was born. He cried silent tears when his child was placed into his arms for the first time. Around Jae’s first birthday, he quietly got Jae’s birth date tattooed on his ribcage under his heart which you didn’t discover until months later. He didn’t mean to slip away. Work was becoming so demanding all of a sudden and rather than talking to you about it, he had just buried himself in the endless tasks he was being assigned.

He approaches you again this time gently pulling you into a hug.

He whispers apologies in your ear, telling you he’s going to be a better dad. No promises about being a better husband but you suppose you have to choose your battles and Jae is more important.

You don’t hug him back.

-

You leave work around 2:45pm, a meeting running over causing you to haphazardly grab your stuff and go running to your car as soon as it’s over. You reach Jae’s school around 3:30, smoothing out the wrinkles in your outfit before heading inside. You greet Jae’s teacher and search for him amongst all the other kids.

However, your eyes land on a tall suited figure standing next to one of the moms who doesn’t seem to like you much whenever you talk to her. You watch as the mom touches Wonwoo’s arm, getting uncomfortably close. Wonwoo raises his left hand, the shine of his gold wedding band unmissable to her eye. She drops his arm while you slowly approach your husband, confused as to why he’s here.

“Ah, here’s my wife actually! Hi jagiya.” He bends down to kiss your cheek and wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“Y/N, I had no idea you had such a handsome husband” the mom laughs. You force a smile and tell her you’ve been married to Wonwoo for almost 5 years. Her fury is unmistakable as she continues to ogle him when she thinks you aren’t paying attention.

Whatever.

Wonwoo, obviously uncomfortable by her stares, excuses himself to go find Jae, giving you another kiss before leaving you alone with her.

She watches him go which annoys you to no end.

“I’m right here, you know. Hasn’t anyone told you it’s rude to stare at other people’s husbands like that?”

You walk away to go find your husband and son and see a comical sight.

Wonwoo is sitting in a tiny child sized chair, coloring a picture next to Jae. You quietly snap a picture feeling your heart grow bigger as Jae stands up to look at his father’s drawing. He looks up and sees you and waddles up to you as fast as he can.

“Mommy!!!”

You lift Jae up into the air wrapping your arms around him as he begins to ramble on about his day. It’s Wonwoo’s turn to watch you and your son. He stands up to approach the two of you reaching forward to hold Jae’s hand.

Jae’s already so big he thinks. He doesn’t want the years to slip by and realize he’s been a shitty dad. He vows to be better for the both of you.

He’ll make sure he is.

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Mermaid ( Seonghwa)

The waves were violently beating down causing the ship to dangerously sway.

The captain of the ship Seonghwa stood his ground regardless of the violent downpour of the storm ahead.

The dense storm clouds letting no light through causing everything around him to turn pitch black only occasionally being illuminated by thunder.

There was no way to sail around the storm the only way was to sail right through it.

The waves crashing creating a deafening sing song which only subdued to Seonghwas fervent commands to his crew.

He knew that it was a loosing battle but he couldn't give up without a fight.

You watched from afar as he did everything in his power to keep the ship afloat.

You had been warned about humans many times.

Every night your grandmother would tell you stories of how the brave merfolk were forced to go into hiding because of humans.

She told you of the greed of man and how they would kidnap mermaids to kill them and harvest their innards.

This being the first time seeing a human in the flesh you were intrigued and the human in front of you seemed so unyielding and strong willed.

You kept your distance and watched but you knew he could never win over the wrath of the sea and he was to ultimately die at the hands of the ocean.

You could save him but what was in it for you.

You watched as a huge wave engulfed the ship consuming it and everyone on board.

Startling you, against your better judgement you swim towards the wreck trying to save the man that had captured your attention.

Holding on to him as you battled the current pulling him out of the torrential grip of the sea.

Bringing him into cave nearby gently resting him onto a moss bed.

You watched as he coughed up water that been filling his lungs.

Desperately gasping for air.

You helped him to his side and watched his body relax as he began to inhale oxygen stinging his lungs bringing him back to life.

Despite being in immense pain he couldn't focus on anything but you until now. He was fixated on the contours of your beautiful face, the way your wet hair clung to your skin the way your tail glimmered in the dim moonlight illuminating the cave.

Why did you even help him.

Mermaids always despised humans even going as far as to cause shipwrecks but here you were staring at him with concern in your eyes.

Examining him to see if any of his wounds were fatal once you were sure that he would survive.

You swiftly jumped back into the water disappearing into the deep blue darkness of the ocean.

Leaving him stunned and alone once again.

He didn't even get to ask know his Angel's name and now you were gone.

As time passed he managed to regain a bit of his strength limping along the coast to find fishermen arriving from an early morning fishing trip waving them down.

For help.

They stared at him as if they had seen a ghost when he told them what happened.

He had told them everything except

One small very important detail "you".

They were surprised he was even alive let alone relatively unscathed.

They let him on the boat once the storm cleared taking him to the nearest port so he could go back home.

Once he was home he managed to buy a new ship.

Sailing as usual once again but he couldn't ever find peace as you tormented his thoughts.

At night he layed in bed eyes wide open thinking of you.

He knew it was unreasonable to even go seeking you but ye couldn't help it you had bewitched him.

He read every single book he could find on sea creatures of the depths ran over multiple navigation and migration paths to pinpoint your exact location.

It took him years and his search for you lead him to slowly spiral into madness a madness caused by obsession that he called love.

He stood letting the cool sea breeze ruffle his air as he stared into the darkness ahead of him when in the corner of his eye he could see a glint of a tail flip through the coast.

There was no doubt in his mind that it was you.

He instructed his men to rev down the engines and sail as quietly to the coast as they could.

He saw you look at him. He knew you recognized him.

You looked at him as if you were reunited with an old friend.

You wondered if he had come back to thank you for saving him.

As you watched his ship sail closer to you awaiting to be greeted by the brave sailor that you once admired.

Seonghwa couldn't care less.

Before you could run away from him once again.

The only thing you saw was a sudden flash of silver come from the sky above as he shot a harpoon sending it right through your tail.

Leaving you immobilized in pain as his men cast a net trapping you. Reeling you on board the ship.

Where you were face to face with him once again.

But this time it wasn't the sweet face of the boy you once saved that greeted you.

He no longer was that boy anymore.

There was no warmth left in his eyes.

There was only a sick sense of pride in his eyes as if he had just won a trophy.

And the journey has ended now. I can't believe that my night will haven't Wanbelyn updates anymore 🥹

(Thank you SMT for this rollercoaster journey, I can't wait for your new work to out😘)

Wanbelyn

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