Finally, Some Good News I'm Glad She Recovered And Could Meet With Her Baby Again. But I'm Still Worried

Finally, some good news😭😭 I'm glad she recovered and could meet with her baby again. But I'm still worried about San and Hongjoong🫤. What will happen to them? I can't wait for the new chapter to be out🥹

And the mysterious man is Yuyu😲😳 How? I mean when I look at Circus masterlist, I assume the golden retriever would be Yunho, but in this chapter😳 Did I miss something? 👀👉🏻👈🏻

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, smut, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> ( eventually ) ATEEZ x reader warning(s) -> mentions of violence, mention of putting down / death, etc. words -> 4.2K

abstract -> "Lets make it up to eachother!"

y/n's perspective

“She’s awake! Get the doctor!” I heard and my vision was doubled while my head was throbbing. Where was I? The last thing I remember was…

“Then why don’t you run?”

Did he actually run? Was he finally free like he wanted? How does a hybrid escape without pretending to be human? Oh yeah… the black market. 

If he did... I hope it was successful and not all for nothing.

“y/n? How are you feeling?” I heard and I looked to my side. “Jeno… how’s school been?” I offered him a smile and didn’t have to see his face to know he was concerned for me. “Good, I've been focusing on this internship and well I try my best to not lose sleep,” he said and I smiled. “Haechan should learn from you,” I said and I heard his soft laughter. 

“How… are they?” I asked and he sighed. “Let’s get you checked out first. I’ll let Taeyong-hyung explain,” he said and I knew it was probably bad. 

“Y/n the doctor is gonna come in and do some tests, you’ll be given pain medication and you currently have stitches so this will scar. We’ll set up future appointments” I heard as I saw Johnny enter the room. 

I wonder if they're okay. 

seonghwa’s perspective

Last week we were finally let out. That would mean she's dead or alive to have them do action. I don't know what they did to San or Hongjoong yet. But I was in observation to see if I should be considered for a breeding farm. 

I heard them talk… I had no chance of adoption. My only option was a hybrid farm where their only purpose is to reproduce. It also gave me little hope that she was alive. 

I know she’s scared of me… but she would’ve tried to convince them otherwise. I also did hear that Yeosang and Wooyoung were code greens ready for adoption but Wooyoung has been in the medical wing. 

“If I could, those tigers would be shipped off. Hongjoong is excessively violent, he killed her. What am I supposed to tell San? Or Wooyoung? Those hybrids are far too dependent on her. If they knew, San would become a bigger threat to himself and Wooyoung would join him” I heard. She was dead…?

I may have not had a lot of hope but a part of me hoped she was alive. Oh, Hongjoong… we caused a mess.

“Seonghwa, you have a check” I heard as they opened my curtain. I saw the employee now opening the glass door. “I’m sorry,” I said… and he looked at me confused. 

“If… if I didn’t help her she’d still be alive. Even then I could’ve stopped–" "Seonghwa none of this is your fault, I'm sorry your future isn’t looking too bright,” he said and I felt the tears run down my face. 

“My future was never meant to bright”

yeosang's perspective

She was alive. I knew she had to be… there's no way she'd die. 

I was in isolation. My records unfortunately were publicly known when I was in here. The accident at a popular apartment complex where politicians, CEOs, and even idols lived took pictures of what happened. They warned me… she called in asking if I was gonna be put up for adoption. If… she was dead. I would get a horrible punishment for defying her… maybe even move the country? 

“Yeosang, are you ready for some air?” I heard one of the employees. I remember him being called… Jaemin? He was a friend of hers. “Any news?” I asked and he sighed. 

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine” he said and I nodded. “Do you believe that?” I asked and it caught him off guard. He was supposed to make me feel better. I know he’s not allowed to say anything…

“Look… she’s the strongest person I know. The last time I saw her, Johnny promised to make sure she was alright and my friend worked with him. She’s in a stable condition”

liar. He was lying… 

“You don’t believe me do you?” he asked and I shook my head. 

“She’s… not in stable condition. In fact, they're trying their best to monitor her at all times–” “What’s wrong with her?” I asked and he sighed. We started walking outside as he looked to think about what he’d say. 

“Hongjoong when he clawed her jaw hit a vein connected to her heart. The week before when Kun was there, she flatlined but I  know she’s stable now we just need her to wake up. If not she might be in a coma for longer than we’d hope” he explained and I could only feel hatred for those tigers and myself… I pushed her, and I misinterpreted her feelings. She was scared of them… and even us. 

“Is there hope?” I asked and his smile said everything. It was forced and I could see the glassy look in his eyes. “There's always hope” 

Liar. 

wooyoung’s perspective

“Wooyoung you need to eat, we don’t want to put you up with the purple code hybrids. She’s not gonna be happy when–” “How can she feel anything? She’s not here… she’s dead isn't she?” I cut him off. The doctor sighed and shook his head. 

“No, she's not dead,” he said and I didn’t believe him. 

“Do it for her… don’t you think she’ll be distraught to see you in a worse state than before? When she saw you she said she was heartbroken. To know that you were a depressed hybrid… that those who promised her to take care of you weren’t–" "She’s not here!” I yelled. 

“Let me mourn her… she isn’t coming back,” I said and I was fully convinced. She would’ve been here already, she’s gone. I should’ve been there.

“Wooyoung you need to take care of yourself, your weight is dropping and you’ll start to get sick..” I turned him out. I didn’t feel hungry… not when I used to live a fantasy almost two weeks ago now. I was hopeful at first…

but then she never came back. 

san’s perspective

The world… stopped. 

My world stopped… code purple. For hybrids who are dangerous to themselves, mainly ones who experience such stress, or depression they harm themselves. 

Would it be so bad to be with her again? Constrained and isolated… How was Wooyoung doing? Was he like me? 

I missed the feeling of that collar on my neck, the feeling of her warmth, I miss her. Where is she? How long has it been since I've been here?

Surely only a few hours… I wonder when she’ll be here. Maybe in a few hours? 

“San, how are you feeling?” I heard and I finally saw someone after they put me here. “I’m… tired,” I said, I was tired, my mind felt like I was spinning and I felt sick. 

“Do you remember what I told you last time?” he asked me. “What?” I asked and he sighed. “San, I've been here three times a day for two weeks now,” he said and I was confused. I laughed, “It's only been a few hours…” I said and he shook his head. 

“I’ll remind you later, today we thought it would be good to take you outside” he said and I shook my head. “San, do you remember when you arrived here after the fight? You lost any sense of time and thought you lived the same day over and over again. You improved so much afterwards… she would want you to improve and get adopted again” he said and I shook my head. 

“I am adopted, she’s my mate” I said and he sighed almost like he was tired. 

“San, we’ve been having the same conversation for the past two weeks, almost three times a day” 

hongjoong’s perspective

My hands felt dirty… They didn’t let me go to the cells anymore. 

I need to get rid of her blood. I didn't mean to kill her. I… where was Seonghwa? Was he okay? Did he get adopted already? Maybe she’s alive and she took them… but not me.

I don’t deserve it… besides living with humans?  I hate them… I hate her… but I want to apologize. I hope she’s okay. I want her to be okay. But is she? Why would they send me away if that's the case, they were preparing to send me off. 

I was slowly accepting what I was destined for… I was gonna die. Born into a circus, I was always gonna die. 

“You’re scheduled to leave in three days” I heard. It was the main doctor… “Dr. Doyoung will take you in to check your wounds,” he said and I was unchained from the ground to be led to the medical wing. 

He knocked on the door when it revealed another employee… and Wooyoung? He looked… starved. His eyes looked lifeless and dark circles prominent. 

He looked up at me to not even react. They led him away, speaking to him in a cheerful voice as if wanting to cheer him up. “You ruined the lives of four hybrids,” the behaviorist said to me. 

“What's wrong with him?” I asked and he scoffed. 

“The healthiest right now is probably Seonghwa and Yeosang. Yeosang though is still clinging to her being alive, while Wooyoung has refused to be cooperative with this severe depressive episode, even San has lost all sense of time and is worse. All humans aren't evil, but you let that control you and even ruined your own chance to actually live” he said as I went inside the room to see the doctor. 

I… I'm sorry…

y/n’s perspective

“Two weeks?” I asked and they nodded. “Johnny and Jeno tried their best to take care of you… but you were asleep for two weeks and they thought for a minute your body was in shock, especially after your flatline last week. 

“I… what?” I was confused with everything. Two weeks I was out… What happened to them? “You’re okay physically, the tests they've done should help and it looks like they helped you gain some strength to walk despite being comatose for two weeks” he explained and I nodded. 

“Curious about anything?” Taeyong asked and I wanted to ask but I was scared. “I’m curious. Curious as to why you were suddenly scared of your hybrids. Kun told me that your hybrids said you started to be detached and started avoiding them and it was clarified that you were scared” he said and I nodded. 

“When I did the interviews… Hongjoong mentioned that hybrids do anything to survive even if they pretend to like their owners” I said and he laughed at me. “You’ve clearly forgotten how those three looked at you. Wooyoung used to– actually has been obsessed with you for years, Yeosang is the most overprotective hybrid i've ever seen and San? He loves you… he was your first hybrid and he… he’s a code purple right now” he said and i stopped. I felt frozen… 

“A… a code purple?” I said hoping I heard wrong and he nodded.

“He’s lost track of time… he thinks it's been hours. His mind is scattered in events, sometimes he’ll think he’s there because he attacked you and become depressed, or he’ll think the attack was minutes before and scream that he’ll kill that tiger. The worst of it is, right now… he’s waiting for you to show up in front of him. He thinks it's been hours and you’ll recover soon, for him it hasn't been two weeks”' he explained and he wiped my cheek.

“He… he’s no, you're messing with me. San… I need to see him!” I declared and he grabbed my elbow. “You shouldn't be so rash. No one knows you’ve recovered… Kun thinks you're as good as dead. He was there when you flatlined and thought there's no hope” he said and everything was overwhelming.

“I need to see him,” I pleaded and he smiled. “And we will, just let me go to the station first. We’ll go later today, I want to take you back home–" "No” I refused and he sighed.

“The blood is clean… Wonyoung had people clean your apartment–" "It won’t feel right with them not there” I argued and he sighed. 

“Give me a few hours then, I'll call Yuta and Shotaro, they'll take care of you,” he said and I sighed. “I’m a grown woman I don’t need to be taken care of” I argued and he nodded. 

“Okay… but they’ll meet with you to make sure you're okay, '' he said and I nodded. “I can walk–” “I need time alone… I know where they work” I said and he nodded. “Be careful, you just–” “Taeyong please” I pleaded and he nodded as he left. 

I couldn't stop the tears flowing down. I was an idiot… I doubted them and I failed Hongjoong… I need to talk to him–

“Why are you crying again?” I heard as I noticed a man in front of me. It was the man that helped me before. “It's been a long day” I answered and he nodded.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but please don’t cry, surely whatever it is it can be fixed?” he said with a  cheerful smile. “Have you ever owned a hybrid?” I asked and his eyes widened. “Only one,” he said and I nodded. “How do you know their feelings are genuine and they actually love you?” I asked and he chuckled. 

“That's an interesting question… Well, hybrids are known for faking they care but that's a rare few. If you treat them with love and care I can assure you they will be the same” he said and I nod. 

“What if they fake it though, even if you love them to the best of your ability?” I asked and he hummed. “Well, a hybrid can fake words, but the things they do have meaning. Where– I mean hybrids are like animals by the end of the day. They have animal habits they follow, like uhm bunnies circle around their owners, fox hybrids are dependent on owners and usually bond to one person for the rest of their life–" "What about canines and panthers?” I asked and he chuckled. 

“That's a weird pair?” he laughed and I smiled. 

“Well, panther hybrids only really expose themselves to their owners when they fully trust them so sleeping is a big one. Uhm… panthers are actually known to cook or feed their mates as an act of love? –” San often would feed me off his own plate and make me eat more… and he would always say how he preferred sleeping in my room.

He was showing he trusted me… 

“– Dog hybrids however, are known to scent their mates and groom them? So dog hybrids will often fix their owners hair or males would often scent their owner to tell others to back off” he explained and suddenly Yeosang made much more sense to me. 

“I can tell you're a good hybrid owner… any hybrid would be lucky for someone to care about them like you do” he said and I smiled. 

“Thank you…?” I didn't know his name. “Oh? Uhm my name! My name is… Yunho” he said and I smiled. “Thank you, Yunho! My name is y/n” I said and he smiled. 

“It was my pleasure, ah! I think you dropped this?” 

Yuta and Shotaro were spamming my phone. 

I was now in front of the infamous building… The Seoul Hybrid Rehabilitation Center. 

I entered and I was immediately greeted by a shocked Haechan. I smiled at the boy who couldn’t even produce a sentence. “YOU'RE OKAY!” he yelled and I laughed as he hugged me tight. “We were convinced you weren’t gonna wake up” he muttered and I ruffled his hair. “Where's Kun?” I asked and he sighed. “Kun cares about you a lot… so does Doyoung but Kun sees you like his little sister–”

“Haechan, what's going on with him?” I asked and he sighed

“He’s planning on sending Wooyoung and San to Jeju’s Rehabilitation Center, as for Yeosang… There's a threat of legal action with his previous owner, Seonghwa is going to be moved to a breeding farm, and Hongjoong is being sent out of Korea '' he explained and I was speechless. 

“W-What?” I asked and he nodded. “Kun right now is out but he’ll be back soon–” “Take me to San,” I said and he shook his head. “Only Kun and Doyoung have the key to get in there… and you're not supposed to be allowed without them knowing,” he said and I smiled. 

“Please, let me see one of them?” I asked and he nodded. “I can take you to Yeosang,” he said and I nodded. He talks to have someone come get me and lead me to Yeosang.

“y/n?” I heard and saw Renjun. I smiled softly and offered a hug. “I'm so glad you're okay! When did you get discharged” he asked and I sighed. “Maybe two hours ago?” I said and he scoffed. “You should be resting–” “I need to see if they're okay” I cut him off and he nodded. 

He leads me around the green code hybrids seeking adoption until we go towards the ones who have not been cleared for adoption. 

“He’s missed you a lot,” he said and I smiled. He opened the curtain and I saw he was asleep. “Jaemin has been trying his best to cheer up him and Wooyoung but it's been hard for them,” he said and I nodded. “I’m only doing this cause I know he won’t hurt you and he is still your hybrid,” he said as he opened the kennel and waited for me to enter. 

I nod and go in to kneel close to his bed. I pet his ears softly as he whined and opened his eyes slightly. “Hello, sleeping beauty,” I said and his ears flattened on his head. 

“Are you real?” he asks as he grabs my hand, tightening it as if I'd disappear. “I’m real, Yeosang,” I said and he sat up looking at me for what felt like a few minutes before he started crying. 

“Please, be real! I…  I miss you” he said as he hugged me tightly. I rubbed it back as he sobbed. “I’m here, I promise,” I said and he pulled away to look at me. I wanted to cry too… so many times I got into my head that he faked everything to hide away from his owner when I should’ve known better. 

His hand cupped my jaw to where my bandages lay. “Does it hurt?” he asked and I smiled. “I’ll heal,” I said and he nodded. 

“I’m sorry for making you adopt them–” “It's not your fault… I got in my own head. Hongjoong is rough around the edges–” “You shouldn’t defend him” he said angrily and I smiled. 

“Yeosang…. He was wronged. I should’ve voiced my thoughts sooner, but he deserves a second chance. What you suggested was sweet… he’s lived tormented by humans so he deserves to feel loved even if he doesn't know how to accept it” I said and his eyes widened. He nods…

“You’re too good to be real. I still don’t believe you're actually here… maybe you're a true angel visiting me in my dreams'' he said and I chuckled. “I don’t have wings or a halo,” I said and he chuckled. 

“Doesn’t mean you aren't an angel to me” he said and I smiled. 

“y/n?” I heard and I looked behind me to see Doyoung. “Did Haechan tell you?” I asked and he nodded. “I-I’m, why didn’t they tell us you were awake?!” he asked and I smiled while looking at Yeosang. “Well, I did wake up two hours ago,” I said and Yeosang laughed. “You should be resting,” he said and I smiled. 

“I know… Doyoung. Can I see San?” I asked and he sighed. “I don’t have the key… Kun has taken charge of seeing Hongjoong and San, I only see them to check up on them” he said and I nodded.

“And… Wooyoung?” I asked and he sighed almost nervously.

“He’s… he needs to see you”

Yeosang was gonna be checked one last time by Doyoung while he led me in front of Wooyoung’s kennel. “Be careful with him… he’s been worse than I've ever seen him” he said and Yeosang didn’t want to let go of my hand. 

“I’ll be here when you're out, I promise,” I said and he didn’t look convinced. “When have I ever lied to you? Or broken a promise?” I asked and he nodded. 

They leave me alone with Wooyoung’s key. I knock before opening the door… It's to tell the hybrid I'm going in. I open it and see that he’s already staring at the door. His eyes widened. 

“y/n?” he said and I noticed how hoarse his voice was. How skinny he was… how tired he looked. “Hello, Woo,” I said, trying my best to offer a happy smile as I felt my vision blur. “You're… alive?” he said, confused and not moving. 

“Missed me?” I said and I sat down on the floor to sit at eye level with him. “I…” he was speechless. I smiled as I hugged him… his tears and sobs broke my heart. The way he tightened his grip on my body and let out cries was the only thing I could focus on. 

He struggled with words as he sobbed. 

“I... I lost- any hope that you were alive!” he let out and I felt a serious ache in my heart. “I’m sorry,” I said and he shook his head as he let go and ghosted his hand on my jaw. “It's not your fault,” he said and I knew what he suggested. 

“It's not his fault either… I should’ve talked about what I was feeling "I said and he said nothing but hugged me. We sat there on the floor with him hugging me in silence.

“Wooyoung '' I heard as I saw Yeosang in his regular clothes and his collar. “Yeosang?” he said as he lifted his head without letting me go to see his friend. “The doctor wants to see you so he can discharge you,” he said and he tightened his grip on me.

“I’ll still be here… you get to be in comfortable clothes and your collar again,” I said and he nodded letting go but did move to leave.

“She’ll still be here,” Yeosang said and Wooyoung nodded. “Can… Can we get food from that street food market?” he asked and I smiled. “Anything you want,” I said and he nodded. He leaves but not without looking at me one last time and giving me a slight smile.

Progress…

“Are you gonna take in those tigers again?” Yeosang asked and I sighed. “I hate how I… I want to give them a second chance. A better chance without me being scared of them… I took them in because they wanted a better life and I didn’t even try like I did with you, Wooyoung, and San” I explain and nod. 

“I don’t trust them” he said and I smiled. “And you have every right to,” I said. 

“y/n?” I heard and I saw Jaemin who looked at me with the biggest smile. “How are you doing?” I said and he chuckled. “You see Yeosang, she’s okay,” he said and Yeosang nodded. “Jaemin? Can you take me to Seonghwa?” I asked and he sighed. “The tigers are gonna be transferred–” “Kun can’t do that, I'm still their owner,” I said and he chuckled. 

“You're the same as ever. Let me take you there then, I'd rather not be sued and in debt even more than I am” he said and I chuckled.

“Yeosang, stay here for Wooyoung,” I said and he shook his head getting ready to argue– “He needs someone here, and I’ll be back,” I said and he nodded reluctantly. 

I followed Jaemin when I noticed he was also a code green hybrid. “Seonghwa, you have a visitor,” Jaemin said as he opened the curtain first. 

He looked at me shocked. 

“You're… I’m sorry! I should’ve stopped Hongjoong, please I-I’m so–” “Seonghwa it isn't your fault '' I said while giving him a smile and he looked at me with wide eyes. 

“I’m sorry for not offering you what I did to my hybrids' ' I said and he looked confused. “You deserve a second chance… so does Hongjoong. Let me make it up to you” I said and he shook his head. 

“I… I should be asking that of you!” he said desperately and I smiled. 

“Let's make it up to each other then!” I said and he was frozen… “I… why do you still want me?” he asked and I shrugged. “You’re a sweet hybrid… a farm doesn’t suit you at all,” I said and I could see tears forming in his eyes.

“I… I really am sorry I wasn't–” “It's not your fault, you… were the sweetest. You tried so hard to earn a place with me and I know you deserve it. So I'm sorry for letting Hongjoong’s words get into my head, I really do think you deserve better Seonghwa '' I said and he was silent. 

“Do you accept me?” I asked and he smiled softly. 

“If you’ll take me” 

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Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

How cute they are🥹🥹 and the name😍 I bet it's Wonwoo idea to name their baby Wonjae🫢

Beginnings | A nothing new drabble

Pairing: chaebol!husband!Wonwoo x chaebol!fem!reader

A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH it’s Jae’s birth scene!!!!! So so excited for this one!!!!! I love dad wonwoo and i hope u do too!!!!

Wonwoo feels him phone vibrating against his suit pocket but he can’t pick it up without making it obvious.

He’s currently in a meeting with the management team of a company that is planning a product launch with his family’s company. They’re very aggressive and strict and the CEO who’s currently speaking would definitely make a fool out of Wonwoo if he were to pick up his phone.

His phone vibrates again and Wonwoo cant help but wonder if it’s you.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wonwoo sees his assistant, Jeff motion to his phone indicating he needs to answer the call. Wonwoo lightly shakes his head. Before Wonwoo can react, Jeff quietly enters the room and comically drops to the floor and crawls to Wonwoo’s seat. Wonwoo is panicking. He’s got his eye on the CEO and Jeff at the same time.

“It’s your wife, Won-“

“Excuse me, Jeon Wonwoo. Is there something so important that this meeting is being disturbed by one of your employees?” the CEO bellows before Wonwoo can even process what Jeff has said.

“I’m sorry sir, but I have an emergency phone call I need to take.”

Wonwoo stands and bows and makes to talk out the door when the CEO tells him to stop.

“What’s more important than this meeting Mr. Jeon. Surely you can share with the rest of us.”

Wonwoo grits his teeth and flits his eyes over to his dad who says nothing.

Of course he won’t help me out.

“I’m not sure sir that’s why I need to answer this call.”

The CEO opens his mouth to continue this stupid argument when Jeff butts in.

“Mr. Jeon’s wife is in labor and he needs to go to the hospital now.”

Wonwoo’s eyes widen as he turns towards Jeff suddenly not caring about who else is in the room.

Wonwoo’s dad stands up and stops Wonwoo.

The calls had been from you. You needed him and for 20 minutes he hadn’t been able to answer your calls.

“Dad, I can’t. I can’t miss the birth of my child.”

A million thoughts raced through his head as he picked up his pace to head to the door.

“Jeon Wonwoo. If you walk out that door, you can consider this deal over.”

Everyone’s eyes widen. The Jeons’ entire team had been slaving away for months trying to please this CEO and he was threatening to take it all away because Wonwoo needed to leave?

Wonwoo looked the CEO in the eyes.

“Then consider it over. I don’t think our company should be investing our time and efforts into another company with a CEO who’s quick to make ultimatums over family.”

He pushes his dad over and storms out, dragging Jeff by the arm as they run to the car.

Wonwoo frantically pulls out his phone and calls you immediately.

“Wonwoo?”

“Y/N, I’m so so so sorry, I was in a meeting and the CEO wouldn’t let me answer my phone. Are you okay? I’m on my way right now.”

“Wonwoo please, please come now I need you here, I can’t do this without you.”

“I’m on my way I promise.”

Jeff steps on the gas and Wonwoo sees that they’re a 30 minute drive away from the hospital.

“I’m sorry, I won’t be there for another 30 minutes.”

He hears you groan and dry heave.

“Y/N, I’ll stay on the phone with you. Are your parents on the way?”

You take a deep breath before answering.

“No, I don’t want them here yet. I’m with Mrs. Wei. Wonwoo, I just want you.”

-

An agonizing 30 minutes passes before they finally reach the hospital. Wonwoo leaps out of the car, thanks Jeff and runs into the lobby. He’s directed to the private suites of the labor wing and runs down the hallways trying to find your room. He finally enters, completely out of breath to you laying on the bed with Mrs. Wei, your housekeeper, holding your hand. Mrs. Wei stands and comes up to him telling him she’ll run back to the house to get some extra things you left behind as well as call your parents if his dad hasn’t done that already. He gives her a brief hug before coming up to you.

Your eyes are full of tears and you’re sweating like you just ran a marathon. Wonwoo bends down and rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

“I’m sorry” he whispers.

He lifts his head up to brush your hair away from your face, pressing a kiss on your forehead. You grab his left hand and start crying. Wonwoo takes your face in his hands, trying to soothe you.

“Wonwoo I’m so scared, I’m so scared, please please help me.” You’re full on sobbing now as you grasp his suit jacket, your fears out in the open.

“I thought I had another 2 weeks but he’s arriving early. Wonwoo I don’t feel ready.”

Wonwoo takes you into his arms, engulfing you in a hug as you cling to him.

“I know, I know. I wish I could do more to help you but I’ll be here with you every second. I’ll be holding your hand and you can squeeze it as much as you like. Y/N, you got this. You’ve made it this far. You’ve given our son life. You carried him in here for 9 months and he’s ready to meet you. I’ve never met a woman as strong as you. You will get through this and I will be with you.”

You’ve calmed down, Wonwoo’s soft voice and reassuring words comforting you. He’s holding your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as you loosen the grip on his collar. He bends down to give you a brief kiss on the lips and you feel your heart flutter as you kiss him back.

He touches your necklace and smiles.

“At least now we can fill this empty space with his gemstone.”

Your peaceful moment with your husband is interrupted by the onset of nurses returning with the doctor.

The doctor checks how dilated you are and tells you it’s time to start pushing. Wonwoo takes his hand in yours as you begin, the prospect of meeting your son filling both of your hearts.

-

You’re in a daze. Your son is place don top of your chest as his umbilical cord is cut. You can’t believe it. There are no words to describe the feeling of having the child you’ve carried for so long, here with you on earth. He’s crying and you touch him for the first time, immediately bursting into tears. You look up at Wonwoo who’s already looking at you.

There are quiet tears falling from his eyes as he takes you in. He can’t believe what he’s just witnessed. You may have been actively giving birth to your son for 2 hours straight but you look ethereal. He has always thought you were pretty but now? You were beyond beautiful. You were more than just his wife. You were the mother of his child and he can’t think straight as his eyes move to his son who’s real.

The nurses take your baby away to quickly clean and weigh him and you turn to watch him go. Wonwoo places a hand on your chest and you turn back towards him as he leans down to kiss you on the lips again, this time with more passion. The nurses return with your son all swaddled up and place him in your arms. Wonwoo leans over so he can look at the baby’s face. You’re crying and he cries again and his heart can’t take it. He buries his head in your neck and cries as you brush your fingers at the bottom of his hair.

-

Wonwoo is laying down next to you with his head on your shoulder when a nurse asks if he wants to hold your son. His eyes widen and he quickly says yes. He sits up and is asked to unbutton his shirt so he can have skin to skin contact. The nurse carefully takes the baby from your arms and lays him into Wonwoo’s. Wonwoo’s heart is beating fast as he fully comprehends that he’s holding his first child. His head falls back as he starts crying again. This precious tiny human is half him, half you. This is family and he’s afraid that his best isn’t good enough. He vows to do everything he can to take care of the two of you. Hell, he’s ready to sacrifice his whole stupid chaebol inheritance and lifestyle for this very moment. You lay your head on his shoulder and rest your left hand on your baby’s back, your wedding rings gleaming in the soft light.

-

“Do you have a name for him yet?” the nurse quietly asks the two of you.

“Won-Jae” Wonwoo replies, softly smiling at the baby who’s now awake and quietly looking up at him with big boba eyes.

-

The nurses move Won-Jae, Jae for short, to his little bed and Wonwoo watches as the nurse helps you get into the shower. Mrs. Wei returns with additional supplies for you as well as a beautiful home cooked meal so the two of you can eat. Wonwoo can’t believe it as he watches Mrs. Wei unpack dish after dish. He graciously thanks her as she makes her way back home. Wonwoo sees his phone on the sofa and walks over to it and scrolls past the 500 messages from Jeff, his dad, his mom, and everyone else who doesn’t matter to the camera app that was recently used. He opens his photos and sees a handful of pictures, taken by the nurse he assumes, of your very first moments as a family of three. He lived those moments but having them memorialized into pictures has his heart bursting at the seams.

-

You’re asleep, exhausted from the labor. Wonwoo is sitting in a chair next to your bed, Jae in his arms. He’s crying yet again, with no witnesses except Jae and the moon.

Even though they want to have a baby just to comply with their parent's request, I'm glad that they have each other. Especially Wonwoo who defends his wife when the invasive question is asked of his wife🥰

protector | jeon wonwoo | a nothing new drabble

There’s a full moon tonight. Wonwoo is driving the two of you to a charity formal his parents are holding for the company. As a newlywed couple, you both need to show face for business purposes.

Because of this, you headed to work earlier and are now tired beyond belief. When you got home, you got ready putting on a dark purple gown and leaving your hair down. You had missed the way Wonwoo eyed you when you came running downstairs. Now that you’re sexually active, Wonwoo finds it difficult to keep himself in line on a regular day, what more when you’re in a beautiful gown?

The charity is a full hour’s drive away and as Wonwoo drives, you fall into a deep sleep. Wonwoo turns to look at you more than once, making sure you aren’t smudging your makeup knowing you’d panic if you had to redo anything on your face.

Tonight, Wonwoos head is full of thoughts. You’ve recently started staying the night in Wonwoo’s room after sex and waking up next to you is messing with him. Sometimes he’ll wake up with you tucked into him, other times you’ll be all the way on the other side. This morning, he had woken up spooning you and unfortunately for him, you were awake. The silence was so awkward as he pulled away from you and sat up. You both seemed to have no problem when it came to having sex in the dark but once the sun came up, all forms of intimacy were just completely off the table. You were married so why were you making things more difficult for each other? He just wishes he had more time to get to know you before getting married instead of the other way around. He doesn’t even feel like you’re on the level of friendship.

Wonwoo turns to look at you again. You’re still asleep.

-

You hate these kinds of events. For starters, you’re not too fond of Wonwoo’s parents. His mom always brings up having a baby every single time she sees you and you’re 100% certain she’s going to mention it when you greet her.

“Hi mom, hi dad,” Wonwoo greets his mom with a hug, his dad a handshake. You bow in greeting, trying to ignore the way Wonwoo’s mom is looking at your stomach.

“My dear, you know how much we would like a grandchild. Are the two of you even trying?”

You blink, processing what she’s just said to your face.

“Mom, are you serious? First off, you can direct the question at both of us not just y/n. Please quit it with the baby questions. I mean it.” Wonwoo reprimands his mom, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“People will talk if you don’t have a child by-,”

“You say this every single time you see us. The baby will come when it comes. Now if you’ll excuse us.”

Wonwoo bows, you follow, and he takes your hand to direct you away from the tantalizing eyes of his parents.

You end up in front of the drinks, watching as Wonwoo grabs a glass of red wine from the tray and pours a good amount of it down his throat. You touch his arm and reminding him that he drove.

Wonwoo surprises you by dragging you closer to his body by your waist, leaning down to rest his forehead on your shoulder.

“I already don’t want to be here.”

You play with the hair on the back of his neck.

“I know, but at least we have each other. Would suck if I had to endure your mom’s questions all night.”

You pause.

“Sorry,” you say quickly apologizing for borderline insulting his mom.

He squeezes your waist before standing to full height.

“I’m sorry about them. I wish they’d stop asking.”

You’re interrupted this time by your own parents. Wonwoo bows first, shaking your parents’ hands. You bow next and give them both a super brief unaffectionate hug. You’re not exactly close to your parents. They’ve been generally unsupportive and not very emotionally invested parents- training you for the chaebol lifestyle. Your mother pulls you away excusing the both of you and leaving Wonwoo alone with your dad.

Wonwoo keeps an eye on you while conversing with your dad, watching as your mom intently talks to you. He sees your face change, the way it contorts into a frown. Suddenly you swiftly turn run away. Wonwoo immediately puts his drinks down and excuses himself from your dad, running to catch up with you.

He sees you head outside, worry plaguing his mind.

You place your hand on the wall for support as you tremble all over. You feel yourself being turned around, your head meeting a firm chest. You know who it is. You’ve always felt safe with this person.

You feel yourself fall apart right in your husband’s arms. Your whole body crumples and you let it because your heart knows there’s someone to not just catch you, but hold you. You’re clutching onto Wonwoo’s jacket as you sink to the floor with your head bowed as you start uncontrollably sobbing. He doesn’t let you hit the ground. Your head meets his chest and he just holds you as you continue to cry into his shoulder.

The sound of the charity event starting, makes you look up from Wonwoo’s shoulder as you realize you need to be back inside. Wonwoo carefully wipes away your tears with his hand before bringing you both inside. Before entering the venue, he brings you to the women’s restroom, triple checking that no one is inside so he can be in there with you to properly clean your face. He wipes your splotchy cheeks and looks down at you, his eyes gentle and kind, so different from the hard and dark ones you see everyday.

“What happened?” he softly asks.

You roll your eyes to the side, unable to look Wonwoo in the eyes.

“She asked if we were sexually active. When I refused to answer, she said I was being a bad wife by not fulfilling my obligations as a wife in pleasuring my husband and that it would reflect badly on everyone in our family. And she said I’ve already gone out of my way to ruin the family image by having my own company and not being a stay at home wife.”

Tears pool in your eyes as you look down recalling the last bit of what she said.

“And she called me a disappointment to our family. She said she and my dad went out of their way to find me a perfect husband and I was ruining it all by pursuing my silly, unimportant desires with my company. All this because I’m not pregnant yet. Wonwoo, we got married just 2 months ago. I’m not sure why they think we need a baby so soon in the first place.”

You don’t realize but youre clutching Wonwoo’s forearms. You only realize when he pulls away to take your face in his hands.

“Since you don’t hear it enough, I hope you know I’m proud of you and what you do. I don’t want a house wife, I want a wife who pursues what she wants. You’ve built a major tech empire and you’re only 24. I’ll… take care of this at some point I promise. You shouldn’t have to hear the brunt of all the baby talk from either of our parents.

He folds you into one last hug, the two of you in the silent bathroom holding onto each other like a lifeline.

-

After numerous speeches and awards, the event is finally over. Wonwoo opens the car door for you, waiting until you’re inside to round the corner. He opens his side and tells you he’s going to quickly run to the bathroom before the long drive back home.

He heads back inside, walking right past the bathroom and into the venue making a beeline directly towards both of your talking parents.

“Wonwoo my dear-,” his mom starts.

“Stop.” Wonwoo immediately interrupts, holding his hand up.

“I’m just here to quickly say one thing to all 4 of you and I don’t want anyone interrupting. This is the last time I’m officially making this request. Stop. Asking. Us. Especially y/n when we are having a baby. We got married 2 months ago, and I don’t care if that’s more than enough time to start ‘making’ a baby. It is truly none of your business and your comments and questions are both invasive and disrespectful towards my wife. Her job isn’t to produce a baby. She’s the founder and ceo of a tech company worth millions and you can’t even say anything about that. Keep it up, keep asking about a baby, and I personally promise you that you will not be a part of its life.”

“Is that a threat, son?” your father asks narrowing his eyes at Wonwoo.

“It is.” Wonwoo immediately replies.

“One more question. One more comment. Whether you make it in front of me or not. I will know and I will find out and I will go forward with my punishment. I’m not scared of any of you. This is me protecting my wife.”

With that, Wonwoo swiftly turns around and walks away.

Everyone blinks.

“I must say, youve raised your son to be a good husband,” your mom says to Wonwoo’s parents, impressed that he immediately came to your defense.

Wonwoo’s mom watches him walk away. “No. It wasn’t us. I think it’s just who he is.”

-

Wonwoo gets back in the car apologizing for taking forever, saying that he ran into a relative. He drives the two of you home, his heart still beating with adrenaline at his secret confrontation with all your parents. Someone has to protect you from their wrath.

-

When you step inside the house, Wonwoo locks the door and isn’t expecting you to be right in front of him. You place both your hands on his chest and look up at him. He looks down at you and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Did you really go to the bathroom?”

Wonwoo pauses. He knows he can’t lie to you. Not when you’re holding him so close and looking up at him with your shiny eyes.

He lightly laughs and says no.

“Will you tell me where you really went?”

Wonwoo sighs and looks around the room before meeting your eyes again.

“I went to go… talk with both of our parents.” he sheepishly admits.

“And what did you say?” narrowing your eyes.

“Not much. You know just a little threat,” he says smiling at you.

You smile back and don’t press further. You place a kiss on his cheek and lean into his ear.

“Thank you for standing up for me. Especially to our parents.”

You make to break away but wonwoo pulls you in, leaning down to kiss you on the lips. You freeze, but kiss him back, feeling him tighten his arms around your waist. He breaks away first and before you can even react, he’s carrying you bridal style up the stairs.

-

You’re both lying in Wonwoo’s bed, exhausted from how Wonwoo just ravaged you for 2 hours straight. He made you cum 5 times and you still feel like you’re seeing stars. All of a sudden, he pulls you close and whispers in your ear.

“If only they knew the answer to all their questions.”

You roll your eyes as Wonwoo kisses right under your eyes.

He pulls you into his chest and you fall asleep in the arms of your protector.

The Doberman statue and the dumbbells😂 You're really Yeosang child Hetmongie🤭

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The Maestro 0001 - the invitation

word count - 2.8k words pairings - seventeen ot13 x fem!oc genre - mature, dark romance, cultish/yandere, mystery chapter warnings - none

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Dear Ms. Kang Raeyang,

It is with sincere solemnity that we extend our invitation to you. You have been chosen to reside within the Maestro, as per your parents' prior instructions, following their untimely departure.

In the midst of our condolences, we trust that you will heed this summons and join us promptly.

Yours faithfully,

The Residents of the Maestro

The apartment complex loomed over the quiet street. Its sleek exterior, while undeniably contemporary, exuded an aura of mystery and unease. The building's design was a juxtaposition of sharp angles and smooth curves, creating an unsettling yet intriguing silhouette against the skyline. Dark tinted windows lined its façade, offering no glimpse into the secrets hidden within.

As I approached, a chill seemed to linger in the air, sending shivers down my spine. The atmosphere around the Maestro seemed to be cloaked in a thick fog, obscuring the true nature of what lay beyond its imposing exterior. Despite its modernity, there was something ancient and foreboding about the building, as if it held secrets that had been buried for centuries. It loomed over the surrounding landscape like a silent sentinel, watching, waiting.

A heavy iron gate stood sentinel at the entrance, its bars twisted into elaborate designs that seemed to writhe and shift in the shifting light. Beyond it, a cobblestone path disappeared into the darkness.

In front of the entrance, a small security post with tinted windows stood like a sentinel, its presence adding to the eerie atmosphere. My breath hitched as I grip the invitation tightly, slowly approaching the post. 

Upon inspection, the post seems to be empty. Its tinted windows give no clue of whether there was anyone inside of it. I raised my knuckles, politely knocking on the window three times. 

“Hello?”

The sound echoed hollowly in the still air. For a moment, there was no response, just the faint chirp of a passing bird. Then, a shuffling noise came from within, followed by the creak of a chair.

A figure emerged from the shadows, their features obscured by the tinted glass. They leaned forward, peering out at me with unseen eyes.

"Yes? Can I help you?" Their voice was muffled, distant, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Erm, h-hi," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I received an invitation to... to live here."

There was a moment of silence, as if the figure was considering my words. Then, with a slight nod, they reached out and slid open a small panel at the base of the window.

"Give it here," they said, their voice low and gravelly.

I hesitated for a moment before passing the invitation through the opening. The figure took it, their hand disappearing back into the darkness.

It felt like eternity, before they slid the window door open with a metallic scrape. A man sat behind the window, holding the invitation. He wore a black, security guard’s outfit and had a chiselled, handsome face with a strong, angular jawline and piercing eyes. His sleek black hair frames his face in waves, and he ran a veiny hand back his hair as he handed the invitation back. 

“You're… Miss Kang Raeyang?” he asked, his voice deep and resonant, carrying a hint of intrigue.

I nodded, nervous under his strong and commanding presence. The man observed me with a judicious gaze, his eyes seeming to weigh every aspect of my being.

“My name is Choi Seungcheol,” he said, his voice low and measured, as if each word carried a hidden weight. His lips formed a tight smile, but there was a hint of something unreadable in his eyes, shrouded behind a veil of mystery. “I’m a resident and the security guard here.”

“I’ve been told to… show you around,” he continued, his tone betraying a reluctance. Cautiously, I bowed in response, feeling a shiver run down my spine. “I’m Kang Raeyang. Nice to meet you.”

Seungcheol shut the window panes with a deliberate click. The iron gates slowly opened, and he stepped out of his post, his movements smooth and controlled. He handed me a card, his eyes flickering to the luggage behind me.

“Your apartment has been prepared by your parents, Miss Kang,” he informed me, his tone neutral but his gaze penetrating. “This is the key card to your apartment, 201.”

“Thank you… You can call me Raeyang, by the way,” I replied, my voice a little uncertain as I peered at the keycard with interest. It was the size of a credit card, plain black with a ‘M’ logo in gold. A small ‘201’ was etched in the corner of the card.

Seungcheol hummed softly, his expression unreadable as I looked back up at him. “Likewise. You can just call me Seungcheol.”

There was a period of awkward silence. Seungcheol's gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, as if assessing something beyond the surface. Then, with a nod, he motioned towards my luggage.

"You can leave them here," he said, his tone softening just slightly. "I'll take care of your luggage. Follow me."

With that, he turned and began walking towards the entrance of the building. I fell into step beside him, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity about what lay ahead. As we walked, the grandeur of the Maestro became even more apparent. The intricate details of the architecture seemed to come alive in the fading light, casting long shadows that danced across the cobblestone path.

Seungcheol remained mostly silent as we walked, his footsteps echoing in the quiet surroundings. Occasionally, he would look towards a certain direction, as if expecting somebody to be waiting there. But nobody ever showed up.

Finally, we reached the entrance, where the heavy black doors stood slightly ajar. Seungcheol pushed them open with a gentle push, revealing the dimly lit foyer beyond.

"After you," he said, his voice soft but commanding, as if granting permission to enter a forbidden realm.

I stepped inside, feeling a rush of anticipation as the doors closed behind me with a soft thud. I found myself in awe of a grand lobby adorned with marble floors and ornate chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. The room was bathed in a warm golden glow, the light casting intricate patterns on the polished surfaces.

Seungcheol gestured towards the row of gleaming elevators at the far end of the lobby.

"Your apartment is on the second floor," he explained, his voice echoing faintly in the spacious room. I nodded, following him towards the elevators. The doors slid open silently as we approached, revealing a plush interior with mirrored walls. Seungcheol pressed the button for the second floor, and the elevator began its ascent with a soft hum.

As we rose, I couldn't help but steal glances at Seungcheol. There was something about him, something mysterious and intriguing, that drew me in despite my apprehension. 

After Mum and Dad died in the sudden car crash, they left me nothing but some money and an instruction to wait for an invitation to an apartment building, which they had signed me up for. But why? Why this place? Why didn’t they tell me anything when they were alive?

These questions plagued my thoughts as the elevator came to a stop. The doors slid open, revealing a long hallway lined with doors. Seungcheol led the way, his steps echoing on the polished floor. As we reached the door marked with the number 201, Seungcheol paused. “Here.”

With a deep breath, I slid the keycard into the lock and pushed open the door, stepping into the apartment that was to be my new home. Inside, the space was bathed in soft lamplight, casting a warm glow over the furnishings. It was tastefully decorated, with touches of elegance and comfort that spoke of my parents' love and care.

But even as I took in the familiar surroundings, a sense of unease lingered in the air. What secrets lay hidden behind these walls? And why had my parents chosen to keep me in the dark?

"New neighbour?" I jumped at the new voice, turning around. A young man stood in front of the door opposite mine, his almond-shaped eyes peering at me with interest. He was dressed in a plain white tank top that accentuated his toned arms,and blue jeans that hugged his legs comfortably. Seungcheol frowned.

"Soonyoung, you scared her."

"Sorry," Soonyoung scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I was just about to go over to Chan’s; he had a new routine to show me."

If Seungcheol’s aura was commanding and mysterious, Soonyoung was the opposite. He cheerfully walked over to us, holding out a hand. "Hi, I’m Kwon Soonyoung. You can call me by my stage name Hoshi," he beamed, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth. "I live in 202.”

“I’m Kang Raeyang. You can just call me by my name,” I said, shaking his hand carefully. His skin was cool to the touch, like it was dipped in iced water. “Nice to meet you, Hoshi.”

Soonyoung gave me another huge smile before turning to Seungcheol. “How come you’re the one showing Raeyang around? I thought Jeonghan hyung was supposed to do the job.”

Seungcheol's expression shifted subtly, a shadow passing over his features before he replied, "Jeonghan is busy with other matters."

Soonyoung nodded, though there was a curious glint in his eyes as he glanced back at me “Well, I really need to go. You can always look for me if you need help,” he said, jabbing his thumb in the direction of his apartment door. “See you around, Raeyang.” 

With that, he flashed me one last bright smile before bouncing off towards the elevator. Seungcheol cleared his throat, attracting my attention. 

“Your parent’s lawyer lives in the Maestro,” he said. “He will be here shortly to explain some things to you. I advise you to wait in the apartment while I go get your luggage.”

I nodded, taking in his words. The mention of my parents' lawyer only added to the mystery surrounding this place.

"Alright," I replied. "I'll wait in the apartment."

Seungcheol gave a curt nod before heading off to retrieve my luggage. As I watched him go, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was much more to this building—and to my parents' intentions—than met the eye. 

I entered my apartment. It was small and cosy, with a few decorative plants scattered around. The soft light filtering in through the windows added to the warm atmosphere. Seungcheol mentioned that my parents had decorated the place for me, and I smiled when I saw a framed photo of my parents and I on the counter.

The sight of their smiling faces brought a bittersweet pang to my heart. Despite the unanswered questions surrounding their sudden passing, it was comforting to have a piece of them here with me.

I moved further into the apartment, exploring the space. The living area was furnished with a comfortable-looking couch and a coffee table, while the kitchenette boasted modern appliances and neatly organised cabinets. Another soft smile found its way to my face when I saw a bookshelf filled with books on the wall. 

A hallway led to the bedroom, where a cosy-looking bed awaited me, adorned with soft blankets and plump pillows. It was a simple yet inviting space, one that felt like home despite its unfamiliarity.

I left the bedroom, taking a book from the shelves before settling on the couch. The Girls, by Emma Cline. I frowned, staring at the cover of the book.

Strange. I don’t read books of this genre.

Just as I was about to open the book and flip through its pages, the doorbell rang. I hurried over to the door, revealing a tall, lean man standing outside. His presence exuded a sense of polished professionalism. He stood tall and composed, with an air of confidence that commanded attention. His dark hair was neatly styled, framing his face in a way that accentuated his striking features.

Dressed in a well-fitted suit, the man spoke, his voice was smooth and articulate, carrying a sense of assurance.

"Miss Kang Raeyang?" he said, his tone professional yet warm. I nodded. “You’re my parent’s lawyer?”

His lips were set in a gentle curve and his eyes crinkled kindly into a crescent moon. “Yes. My name is Hong Jisoo, or Joshua. Do you mind if I help you with these?” He gestured to the luggages behind him. “Cheol had to rush back, so he told me to help you.”

“Oh, thank you, Joshua!” I said gratefully. Joshua flashed me a small smile before he easily lifted the two heavy suitcases into the apartment. "I am sure that you have many questions, Miss Kang," Joshua said as I quickly pushed the suitcases into the bedroom. "I’ll try my best to answer them.” 

“Please, take a seat. I’ll make you some tea… Do you have a preference?” I turned to Joshua, who sat on the couch. He thought for a moment.

“Some earl grey tea will do, Miss Kang,” Joshua replied.

“Alright. Do call me Raeyang,” I replied as I busied myself in the kitchen, putting the kettle on the stove and retrieving the tea leaves and cups. The layout of the kitchen was surprisingly similar to the one in the house where both my parents and I lived.

As I waited for the water to boil, I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation and nervousness that hung in the air. Peeking from the kitchen, I could see Joshua looking around the living room, humming contentedly. He seems nice… and very handsome.

In fact, the three men I’ve come across were all very good looking. Seungcheol, mysterious. Hoshi, friendly. Joshua here gives me an aura of a gentleman.

I shook my head, dispelling the thoughts, and went back to preparing the tea. When it was ready, I set it on a tray, placing it in front of Joshua.

"Here…" I said, offering Joshua the tray with a small smile.

Joshua gave me a nod of thanks as he took a cup and had a sip of the warm tea. “Like I said earlier, Raeyang, I’m pretty sure you have many questions about this arrangement. I cannot promise that I know the answer to all of them, but I am pretty sure I can answer some basic ones.” He sat the cup down back on the tray, turning to me. “Let’s hear them.”

“Firstly, when did my parents get me an apartment in this place?” I questioned. 

“Your parents actually own this building, Raeyang,” Joshua dropped the bombshell, his words heavy with significance. I gaped at him in shock. “What?”

“In fact, I am considered a tenant of yours,” Joshua continued, taking another sip of tea. “Now that your parents have passed, and the building is under your name.”

“I-I see…” I stammered, still digesting the fact. “I never knew…”

“Now you do.” Joshua said kindly. “If I am not wrong, the documents are in your letterbox already. Have Cheol shown you where it is?” You shook your head robotically in answer. “No worries, I'll retrieve it for you.”

“Thank you.” You composed yourself. “Secondly… Did my parents leave anything else for me other than this building?”

Joshua shook his head. “I’m afraid not.” I nodded. “I see. Since when did my parents own this building?”

“For quite a long time.” Joshua answered. “Perhaps, around the time when you were born.”

Twenty five years? I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of disbelievement. How could Mum and Dad keep something like that from me for twenty-five years? What other secrets are they keeping from me? 

“I understand how you are feeling now, Raeyang.” Joshua’s smooth voice pulled me out of my darkening thoughts. It was then I realised that tears were gathering in my eyes. I quickly wiped them away, embarrassed. “Sorry…” 

“There’s no need to apologise, Raeyang,” Joshua said gently, his eyes filled with empathy. “It’s perfectly natural to feel overwhelmed by all of this. Your parents loved you very much, and I’m sure they had their reasons for keeping this from you.” 

I must have said my thoughts out loud. "I guess so…" I sniffed, dabbing at my eye. Joshua turned away for a moment, peering intently at the artificial plant next to the couch. I was grateful for him to give me a little private moment to gather my thoughts.

When I composed myself, Joshua turned back to me. “Let’s talk about this another day,” he suggested, reaching for the tea again. “Over here at the Maestro, we usually would have dinner together. The residents of the Maestro,” he added, noticing my look of confusion. “You should join us; it’ll be a great way for you to get to know the rest of us later.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief at the suggestion. "That sounds like a good idea. Thank you, Joshua."

Joshua smiled warmly. "Of course, Raeyang. Over here, we all support each other. You’re part of us now.” He stood up and I followed him. “Dinner starts at seven, apartment 301. If you’re not sure of where to go, just look for Soonyoung. I believe you have already met him.”

“I’ll see you out,” I said, following him to the door. Before he left, Joshua turned to me, holding out his hand with a smile on his face.

“I forgot to say this,” he said softly as I held onto his ice-cold palms, shaking them. “Welcome to the family, Raeyang.”

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