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Father Giovanni x F!reader (Soulmate Au)

Chapter 1

Reader's POV:

They said everyone has a soulmate—someone who would connect with your soul. Perfectly made for you, someone who will fill the void in your heart. In our world, cards will appear when you turn 18. But unlike everyone else, when I turned 16, a card appeared out of thin air. 

Ms. L/n, Ms. L/n!

I was brought back to reality when the professor screamed my name, barely dodging the book she threw at me. I'm just thankful for my reflexes; I don't have to sport any newly acquired bruises.

"DARN-" I held myself back from cursing that ugly professor; who knows what she would punish me with this time if I finished my curse at her—maybe a weeklong detention, community service, or, for worse, research about those creepy totems and practices?

"If you're just going to daydream in my class, get out of here; I don't need students like you!" The old maiden's voice resonated around our classroom. As I was about to leave the classroom since I had already studied about this topic and I was advanced in my class, she called me once again. "Before you leave, Ms. L/n, why don't you answer this question that any 1st grader would be able to answer. What is research design? "If you can't answer that easy question, feel free to drop out of this class."

That's it?  That's her easy question; her question doesn't even give me a hard time; as I said, this subject is a child's play for me. "Well, research design is the blueprint of your research." Descriptive, correlational, experimental, and diagnostic designs are the four types of research designs. Your research design depends on the type of research you're going to do. If you're going to describe the relation of your study to something, you're going to use correlational. And if your research is scientific, use experimental methods. "That's all, it's really hard for me to answer your question; you caught me off guard, anyway, may I go now?" I answered her question with full confidence while adding a touch of sarcasm at the end. I can see my friend, Javi, clapping her hands as I walk out of that living hell known as the classroom. 

After that incident, I go to the cafe nearby since I don't have any class for the next 2 hours. A tall, lean, and a bit muscular man bumped into me. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for the fall, but it never came. But then I felt two strong yet gentle arms wrapping around my waist and arms, saving me from a certain bruise and embarrassment. 

It felt like forever when I stared at his pitch-black eyes. My notes on the ground, long forgotten as I observe his features, He's 6 feet tall; he has perfectly symmetrical facial features, alluring lips, and bold, fiery eyes. Everything about this man is perfect. I feel like he's a part of me, yet I can't describe that feeling. Butterflies flutter at my stomach as I stare deeper into his mesmerizing eyes. I unmistakably feel comfort and safety for the first time. His touch was as comforting as the feeling when you sit in front of your fireplace while drinking your favorite drink. At the contact of our skin, I felt a pleasurable electricity running into our bodies. It's addicting, and it's ineffable. 

"Look at where you're going, miss; you might bump into someone not as kind and good-looking as me," the guy casually smirked at me. I deadpanned at his words; scratch those things I felt for him—this guy is a jerk. "Excuse me?!  You're the one who bumped into me. "And look at what happened to my notes; it's wrecked now; I have to rewrite this again, and you won't even apologize!" He just stared at me like I had grown another head. I was about to speak again when our school's dean called him. Out of irritation, I quickly grabbed my notes and went to the cafe in hopes of appeasing my anger. I looked back again and saw him and our principal talking; he waved back at me with his charming yet irritating smile. I think his name is Giovanni; I heard the Dean call him that. Giovanni, what a dazzling name, yet that guy is a total jerk. And who wears a priest outfit typically for his age? We're just the same age, I think. He's peculiar, but in a good way.

Two hours later, a good cup of coffee really lightened my mood. I am now talking to our school's dean; apparently, my "great" professor made up a whole different story in which I am the bad guy and she's the victim. And now I have to suffer while researching the history of Jeju Island exorcism practices. Out of all things I loathe the most, it's unraveling history. Why would I bother digging up information about the past that has already happened and cannot be changed when you have your future in front of you, where everything can be good or bad? It just depends on how you play this game called life. 

"Ms. L/n, as a punishment for your behavior, we expect you to conduct research about exorcism culture on Jeju Island, and it's already vacation, so you have to spend your vacation at a church, where you can freely do your research. Don't worry, our school will handle the expenses, even though your family can pay for your expenses as you're the daughter of the greatest heart surgeon in Korea and your dad is a businessman. "Good luck on your trip, Ms. L/n, and please obey your guide." He told me in a calm manner, and I could clearly see the pity in his eyes. "It's not my fault, sir, why do I have to do that research? Just assign me to anything not involving history." I begged him not to assign me that case. If I had to kneel in front of him, I would, but it would only bring shame to my name. "It's requested by your professor, and we have to agree to not cause any trouble, and please stay here, Ms. L/N, while waiting for your guide priest." I slumped in the chair, clearly defeated. 

A door caught my attention; the Dean must have left the door open. Peeking at the door wouldn't hurt anybody, right? I carefully looked inside and saw lots of boxes; I think it's a storage room. Oh! I can see the trophy I won for our school. As I was bending over to pick up a book on the floor, someone scared the living shite out of me. "Boo!"  I squealed and slapped the guy in his arms, and when I looked at him, it was the same guy who bumped into me earlier. "Are you crazy?" You shouldn't frighten people, especially if you don't know them. "What if I have a condition wherein I can't be frightened or feel nervous? If I die, what will you do?" I scolded him for scaring me, and he just scoffed at me. "As far as I can see, you're perfectly fine." "And besides, peeking into someone's room is inappropriate," he bantered at me. "Oh, as far as I know, it's also inappropriate for someone to shock you to death. "Besides what are you doing here; you're not a student here, are you?" I questioned him. "How would you know I'm not a student here?" He threw back the question at me. He thinks he's got the upper hand in this situation, but he's in for a ride. It's my turn to smirk at him. "This school was sponsored by my parents; I know every student here; I'm popular and the top student." "My father gave me a list of students; after all, I am an only child." Instead of replying, he just bowed in a mocking way. He turned around, and now I'm facing his formidable back. He looked back at me, sporting his cunning smirk, as he walked out of the room. "See you soon, Miss Popular." "Hey, I'm not done talking to you; answer my question." Hey!  "Come back here!" I screamed in frustration: "I can't believe that guy; how can he have the audacity to walk out when I'm still talking to him?" He's the first one to ever do that to me, and I think this time I found someone who can match me. 

"How bad can this day be?" I groaned.

Father Giovanni x F!reader (Soulmate Au)

Chapter 2

After waiting for hours, my guide didn't appear. Is this a joke? I've wasted my time waiting for nothing. My butt's gone numb from sitting for so long.

I've waited for another hour, after all I have to face the consequences of my actions. They wouldn't mind if I leave right. I was about to go out of the door but our Dean saw me "Miss Y/n where are you going? I told you to wait for your guide right?" Shit I'm screwed, I laughed nervously using the restroom as my alibi. Wait is what is Giovanni doing beside him, why is he with our Dean. "Oh miss Y/n I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Giovanni, he is going to be your guide and as for your father's request, he will be your body guard in Jeju Island."

I felt my world turn upside down. "He's going to be what!? No, I don't want him. Can't you just look for someone else? Look, I would even pay triple for you, Dean, to please look for someone else." I asked the dean as if my life depended on it. "Miss, as much as I would like to help you, I can't go by your father's decisions. He's your father, and he is the school's number one sponsor. We can't afford to lose that. We are thankful for your family's help, so we've got the best for you. And it's Mr. Giovanni. Here is the best option for you."

"Best option? *Tsk, he's a total jerk, Mr. Dean, so why would he be the best option for me? I asked, almost losing my cool. "Hey, I'm still here, you know," Giovanni said. "I didn't ask you to speak, so shut up. Mr. Dean, I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone to guard me." I said it confidently, trying to win my argument. "You're going to have Mr. Giovanni as your bodyguard, Y/N, and it's final." I heard the cold voice of my father. I was shocked for a second, but I quickly recovered from it and tried to reason with him. "But Dad, I can-" "My decision is final, and what is wrong with you? "Do you want it to happen again because of you!? Do you understand?!" I didn't get to finish my sentence when Dad shouted at me. Tears started to gather at my eyes. I know how to stand up for myself, but when it comes to my parents, I feel like I'm voiceless. "Do you understand!?" Dad asked again, and I didn't have a choice but to say yes. I'm just his daughter; after all, they justwant toa protect their names, so I wouldn't be the cause to put some dirt into their names just like before. "Yes father."

My father talked with Dean and Giovanni; I didn't have the strength to listen to them. I can feel Giovanni's eyes in me. He looked at me sympathetically, and I hate it when people try to sympathize with me. I stare at him with fury in my eyes. He looked away and listened to my father and Dean.

GIOVANNI'S POV:

After Mr. L/n scolded Y/n, I looked at her. I didn't pay much attention to Mr. L/n, but I just kept on looking at Y/n. She's beautiful and has a body figure that's hot, I mean all women were cute and good looking. They just have to have the confidence and be proud of their body. and if she wants, she can be sweet and cute. But all I have received from her are her feisty and cold sides. She may look tough on the outside, but I can feel she's broken inside. I don't know why I can feel her pain, but it also hurts me when I see how her father treats her, like she's an unwanted child. Before I accepted the offer, I checked her family's background. She has an older brother named Brother's/name; unfortunately, he is gone already. He and Y/N got involved in a car accident, and the driver of the truck escaped. She may look alive outside, but I can see the look in her eyes—it's dead.

I was pulled back to reality when Mr. L/n addressed me "Mr. Giovanni please take care of Y/n" He said and I can't even sense any little bit of care in his voice, he's like he js referring to his daughter as a work that needs to be taken care of "Yes, Sir. I promise you I will protect and take care of your Daughter in Jeju Island." As much as I wanna interfere in their family affairs, I don't have any power to since it's their family and I'm just hired to be her guide and Bodyguard. The upcoming days with this girl is going to be interesting.

END OF POV:

After talking to them, three maids enter the room, holding three travel bags. "Don't bother to pack anymore. I told the maids to pack for you, and your mother is still in the hospital. She has an important meeting, so don't waste time waiting for her. I'm going now; I still have a meeting with some investors." My dad told me I was about to hug him, but he dismissed me and entered the car; he didn't even glance at me or bid me goodbye. "Bye, dad," I whispered, disappointed, as I watched the car disappear in the distance. Why would they never love me back? I have everything any girl would want: a good life, money, a face, a body, and brains. But never my parents' love. Am I not enough? What is wrong with me? I looked down and tried to stop my tears from falling. I don't want people to see me cry; I would never cry or break down. "That's alright; maybe your father will visit you in Jeju. And it's alright to cry; you know crying helps clean our eyes." I heard Giovanni say it to me. "Who said I was going to cry? And for your information, I would never cry over silly things. And them visiting me on Jeju Island? That will happen when pigs fly. They won't even have time for me since their schedule is too full to make time for me." I told him, slightly laughing in a sarcastic way. "That's not true. If they didn't care for you, your father wouldn't be here trying to solve your problems, and he wouldn't have been here talking about your safety." He tried reasoning with me, finding light in my father's actions. "Then you're totally wrong. They just agreed to send me to Jeju so they could get rid of me. So I wouldn't tarnish their oh-so-perfect names. And that I wouldn't destroy their lives!" I felt shocked that I suddenly let out my feelings to Giovanni: "It feels so good, right? To let go of your chained feelings. See, your heart feels lighter because you're slowly letting go of the hatred in your heart." I just nodded at him, still shocked that I accidentally rant at him. "You know it's better to have someone you can express your feelings to. Because if you suppress it, it will only bring you pain and anger. As your guide and bodyguard, I can assure you you can tell me anything." He smiled genuinely at me. "Thanks, Giovanni." I just thank him; since he's right, it's easier to let it out than stop my pain.

"Just call me Yohan. Giovanni's too long to pronounce, and I like to be called Yohan better. And we're the same age, so Yohan will be nice." Giovanni gave her a gentle and genuine smile. I just realized by now that he has an angelic face. He is Mr. Perfect; if he were a student here at our university, he would be the number one heartthrob. Many girls would swoon with their eyes on him, including that damn teacher of mine. He looks smart too; maybe my hypothesis is right, and I finally found my match. Someone who would counter my words without getting intimidated by mem

I just hope life doesn't play a joke on me again. My suffering started when my big brother died. My world turned upside down. From rainbows and butterflies to a gloomy, cold, and dark life When he left me, he took my life too. I don't have anyone but him. He's not there to wipe my tears as I cry, lighten my mood, keep me company, motivate me, and lastly, to love me unconditionally. What can I do? Mom and Dad were right; it's all my fault they lost their perfect, beloved son.

I hope my stay in Jeju will give me a chance to heal my unseen wounds. I silently wish that fate would not give me large waves that I can't keep up with. I hope that my punishment won't be as agonizing as it looks, and I hope Jeju will be a nice place for me to meet new people and learn how to forgive myself.

May this journey be a good one, because I'm too tired of life throwing me sh*t. We boarded the flight to Jeju. Yohan is sitting beside me, listening to his headset. Who cares what he's listening to—maybe classical or k-pop songs like Astro's hits? I looked out the window, bracing myself for what Jeju had in store for me.

WATERMELON MOONSHINE | Cha Eunwoo x black female reader

summary: your daughter asks you about your first love.

Songfic is loosely based on the song WATERMELON MOONSHINE by Lainey Wilson. Some lyrics are written into the fic.

Mention of underage drinking.

Author's Note: I'm just a girl who loves a good country song, so please don't mind me, lol. I fell in love with this song and wanted to write something for Eunwoo and black readers. So this was made.

It's 2:30 pm in TX and I haven't been to sleep since 7pm last night, so this story was fueled by my lack of sleep. There might be some Grammar errors since I haven't really proofread it.

“Momma, who was your first love?” your daughter asks you one day as she flips through your album book of photos of you and your friends.

It felt so long ago that you were eighteen and in love. You curled to your daughter's side in your bed. “It was a boy named, Eunwoo.” you stroke her hair. “Being in love with that boy felt like I was dancing on my tippy toes on top of the world.”

You remember everything about Eunwoo that night. His smile. His laugher. The way he held on to you like he was afraid of losing you.

“Oooooh, so you were in love, love?” your daughter giggles.

“So in love, we thought forever would be forever.”

It's bittersweet, almost thinking of Eunwoo. You and him hanging out on the gate of his truck with the conversations that would lead to a comfortable silence. Being eighteen then felt like the bravest you and Eunwoo were.

“Like you're married to Dad now, but do you sometimes miss this Eunwoo guy?”

“I do sometimes.”

He still had your heart somewhere right along with the mason jars you and he drank Watermelon Moonshine from. God, you can still feel the burn of it and the taste of lime.

You were his, and every bit of Eunwoo was yours. You both were young. Too young to know what love was, but you and Eunwoo were learning on a sweet buzz.

And there's never nothing like the first time. And for you, yours was always going to taste like Watermelon Moonshine.

You remember how grown up you felt than. It was your first time drinking, you didn't want to tell him that. Eunwoo drank with his friends down by the lake all the time so this was nothing new to him.

“I told him he was the one.” You laughed. “you think you're so sure when you're that young. You think you got it all figured out.”

You pictured yourself with him then a little house somewhere on the coast. There was something about that night with Eunwoo that you thought the high would last forever. You couldn't tell if you were both drunk in love or maybe something else...

Oh a part 2...? 😌

Working on Part 2 to WATERMELON MOONSHINE!!!

lol yes,both fics are loosely based on country songs that I love. Sue me. 🙄