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ℙ𝕒𝕕𝕠 𝕁𝕣 (𝕊𝕄 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕤) - ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 :

𝟘𝕙 𝕤𝕚𝟘𝕟 - 𝕊𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 ℝ𝕚𝕜𝕦, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕄 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤.

𝕞 𝕣𝕚𝕜𝕦 - 𝕄𝕒𝕖𝕕𝕒 ℝ𝕚𝕜𝕦 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕁𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕐𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚’𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖.

𝕋𝕆𝕂𝕌ℕ𝕆 𝕐𝕌𝕊ℍ𝕀 - 𝕐𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕁𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕟, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤. ℕ𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. 𝔹𝕪 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝, 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕦𝕣𝕘𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠, 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 ℝ𝕚𝕜𝕦. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤…𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℝ𝕚𝕜𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝔸ℕ𝕐𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.

𝕁𝔸𝔼ℍ𝔼𝔼 - 𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝔻𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕪 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞. ℍ𝕖’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖.

𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕪𝕠 - ℝ𝕪𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 ℝ𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖-𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕠. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕊𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕪𝕒 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤.

𝔽𝕌𝕁𝕀ℕ𝔸𝔾𝔸 𝕊𝔸𝕂𝕌𝕐𝔸 - 𝕊𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕪𝕒 𝕚𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕋𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕/𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤, 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤’ 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕕𝕠𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤.

ℙ𝕒𝕕𝕠 | 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕞

I need his chain dangling above me while he-

They caught me lacking horribly

- 150 000 aura lost for biting my lip at the TV during this part of the live

I've honest to God, NEVER felt this way about an NCT leader before but he's just... different

APPLES AND PEARS

genre. fluff. secret relationship. farmer au lmao?? warnings. rivalry between families. having to hide a relationship because of bad blood. not proofread. pairing. sion x fem!reader. wc. 2.4k. request. no. a/n. yes this is based on that one couple in my little pony.... fight me they were cute AND IT WAS A CUTE IDEA. also got the idea from @sleepy-wonus's nct wish x mlp moodboard series and sion's mb. divider by @/pommecita.

The rivalry between your family’s pear orchard and the Oh family’s apple orchard went back too far to even count. Generations of tradition went into the planting, pruning, harvesting, and selling of your pears, and you took great pride in it, much like the rest of your family. You would never get tired of the smell of sweet pears, or the process of baking the fresh fruit into pastries. 

Despite how much you liked it, you often found it overwhelming. Your parents had a few strict rules which you had to follow since you were little. There were only two of them, but you had always found them extremely hard to stick to. 

The first rule was to never eat pears from the trees. You were only allowed to have them once they had been sorted through and separated by quality. When you were younger, you despised this one the most. You absolutely loved pears no matter how many you ate. Not being able to pick them fresh off the tree to enjoy was torture.

The second rule was to never talk to the Oh family, and to never cross the property line on the west side of the farm. Around 50 acres of trees grew on your family’s property. When you were younger, you were simply never allowed to travel to the far west side. This only piqued your curiosity about the rivalled apple orchard. 

Your parents always told you that the Oh family were terrible people who had wrongly scammed your family and stolen your precious land (and loyal customers). You wholeheartedly believed them when you were younger and held the same contempt as they did for the ‘apple family’. But were they really as bad as your family insisted?

“Sion! You’re not allowed to climb the tree!” You whisper-shouted in panic, a basket of pears in your hand which you quickly dropped to the ground, “You’re out in the open again! I’m gonna get in trouble.” You whined, running up to the base of the tree and staring up at the boy. He gave you a mischievous smile. 

“If they come around, I’ll hop down and pretend like I was picking apples this entire time.” He grinned, glancing back at the property line where you saw an empty basket he had abandoned. 

Oh Sion. The oldest son of the Oh family, who you first met when you were 14, and soon found out was exactly your age. Who could blame you for being curious about him? You barely saw anyone outside of your family, much less a boy, that too from the one family you were never supposed to talk to. All the rivalry, competition, and loathing that you were supposed to hold for him disappeared as soon as you saw his face.

Now, a few years later, you and him were still keeping up the delicate act of hiding yourselves whenever you met up. Your parents would have a heart attack if they knew you had been talking to him, much less kissing him. (He was an excellent kisser, though). 

“Your bosc pears are sweeter this year.” He commented, pointing at the fruit hanging from the branch he was sitting on. You could tell he was fishing for compliments— trying to impress you with his knowledge on the fruit.

“Don’t start acting like a pear expert just because you can finally tell the difference. You didn’t even know there were different types before I told you.” You rolled your eyes, “Get down from the tree. You’re putting stress on the branch.” 

“Only if you give me a kiss.” Sion said gleefully, hopping down to the ground in one smooth motion. 

You stepped forward, caging him in against the tree with one hand, “You want a kiss in return for trespassing on my property?” You raised an eyebrow, amused at his antics.

His eyes twinkled, “Are you going to give it to me or not? I don’t have all day.” His hand slipped to your waist, waiting for you to make the move. You leaned in, eyes fluttering shut. Just as your lips touched his and you were met with the sweet taste of apple and cinnamon, you heard a voice drawing nearer. 

You both pulled apart on instinct, and Sion slipped behind the tree and back across the property line without another word. You lamented over the unfortunate timing for a moment before picking up your basket and facing your aunt who had come to ask for your help with the pear butter.

After finishing up the batch of pear butter and peeling and cutting a few baskets of pears, you were finally sent on harvesting duty again. You snuck back to the same tree, hoping that Sion would still be picking apples nearby. It was easy to spot the head of dirty blond against the trees bearing sweet gala apples. 

“No worms got in this year, I hope?” You teased, stepping over the line into the apple orchard. Sion tossed you an apple from the branch.

“See for yourself.”

You smiled, taking a seat on the grass as you watched him work. He was tall, and able to reach the fruit easily. Although he was also lazy, opting to bend the branches down to reach instead of getting a ladder. You bit into the apple, a pleased smile on your face whenever you had the opportunity to break a rule. Sion watched you with a smirk as well, the sentiment shared.

He had been brought up similarly, although not quite as harsh as your parents. Rather than seeing your family as having wronged his, you were painted as lesser and therefore not worth his time. Apples always sold more than pears— the proof was in the fruit, as Sion’s mother said. Sion had always liked pears himself. 

“You owe me for earlier.” He said as he plucked the last apple from the branch. 

“I’m ready to pay up.” You smiled, beckoning him over next to you.

“Good. Because I was feeling a bit cheated.” He plopped down on the ground beside you, shuffling next to you until your knees were touching. You cupped his cheek and drew his face to yours, sighing happily when there were no interruptions to your kiss. 

There were always unanswered questions that came with your relationship with Sion. The simple fact that neither of your parents would ever accept the other often made thinking of the future impossible. So, you lived in the present. You enjoyed every day you saw Sion, and took every opportunity you could to talk to him, hold him, kiss him. You loved him wholeheartedly. 

He pressed his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. The taste of the apple you had just eaten on your tongue made him pull apart to giggle. You tasted like him, and it made his chest feel warm.

“I have the fall fair for a week, you know. I won’t be able to see you.” He mumbled, catching his breath.

“Don’t remind me.” You shushed him of the thought with your lips finding his again, desperately getting your fill of the feeling before you would inevitably be deprived of it again. 

As much as he would’ve liked to stay kissing you for the rest of the day, preparations for the fair separated you two once again. You only had time to give him a couple pears to stash away for the trip before he left. He was busy for the rest of the day, preparing recipes and packaging hundreds of apples into boxes. By the time evening came, he had already left on the long drive to town.

You hated when Sion was away. There were many tasks you could do to keep yourself busy, but your small breaks to talk to him at the edge of the farm kept you motivated unlike anything else. Seeing the empty apple orchard only made you miss him more; so you tried to stay inside the house as much as possible.

Your grandma was working on new quilts for the winter. Most of the fabric had patterns of pears or leaves on them, but you found a random stash of apple related ones as well. Deciding to take up your own sewing project, you started to make a small quilt for Sion (although you told your mother it was just a personal project). 

The days had never gone slower. Although it was peak pear season and the orchard was doing better than ever, you were starting to get sick of pears. When Sion wasn’t there, you quickly grew tired of having to be surrounded by them all the time. They weren’t a source of your pride anymore if everyone else around you already shared it with you.

Two days before he was supposed to return, you found yourself walking over to the property line again. It was evening and the chance of any of your family seeing you by the westside trees that had already been picked was low. You didn’t even try to hide your intention as you crossed over the line, looking for a fresh apple to pick. You just missed him that bad.

“Missed me that much, huh?” 

You startled from the sound of his voice, dropping the apple you had just plucked from the tree out of shock. You turned around and there he was. His face was obscured from the night darkness, but you didn’t even need to see his face to know he was wearing his signature grin. 

You ran into his arms, the feeling of him squeezing you tightly suggesting that he missed you even more than you did. He smelled slightly like pears, and it brought a small smile to your face. 

“Why are you back so early? Did I not give you enough pears to keep you away?” You pulled back from the hug, pushing back some of his hair to better see his face. He was so pretty.

“I ran out by the third day. You should’ve given me a better stock.” He complained. “My parents sent me to catch the honeycrisp harvest on the best day. The timing didn’t work out too well this year, so I volunteered to go back by myself.” He told you, “And maybe I also wanted some more pears.” The whispered afterthought made you giggle. 

For the first time ever, you slipped onto the Oh’s orchard without any fear. You found Sion sitting on the porch, peeling apples by hand with a small knife. He didn’t notice you at first, partly because he was so focused on his task, and partly because you had never dared to come this far onto his family’s farm before. 

“What are you making with those?” You asked as you took a seat beside him.

“Apple sauce. We like to slow cook them for a couple hours, but not too long otherwise it’ll turn out too watery. Never overnight.” He grinned, reaching over to a basket and handing you a knife. “Since you’re here, you might as well help.” 

“I feel like I’m cheating on at least 10 generations of my family.” You commented as you grabbed a fresh apple from the pail at his feet and started peeling away the skin. 

You were a bit clumsy with the knife on the apple. They were much bigger than your pears, not to mention a completely different shape. You definitely didn’t have as much skill in the area as Sion. He finished peeling three apples in the time it took you to just do one. His peels dropped into the compost bucket in one clean long spiral, while yours were scrappy and broken. 

“Hold it like this.” Sion said softly, adjusting your hands so that you steadied the apple with your thumb and cut towards it. You watched him demonstrate how to peel it the best, starting from the top of the apple and finishing at the bottom without breaking the peel once. It was perfectly thin without catching any of the fruit on it. You had to admit that watching him do it so perfectly was hot.

With his guidance, you saw better results immediately, although you would never accomplish his level of over 15 years with just 1 afternoon of practice. Once the apples were peeled, you started to core and cut them into medium sized chunks. You had much more success with it, as you were more used to coring pears. 

Cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves went into the pot as seasoning for the fruit. The smell of fall enveloped your senses with sweet and spicy scents. Maybe it was because the same notes were always what Sion lips tasted like, or maybe it was your growing love for any recipe that included apples in it, but you were obsessed with the smell. 

“I should hire you on the farm. Who knew the pear girl would be so good with apples?” Sion teased you once you were done, taking a walk around the orchard together to check on the state of the trees.

“If only our family’s didn’t hate each other.” You mused, letting a sigh leave your lips. You finally had a taste of what it would be like to not have to hide. You knew you would always enjoy any time you spent with Sion, but you didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as you did. 

“It’s a shame. Apples and pears aren’t even that different. They’re better together, in fact.” Sion commented, nudging you with his elbow. You laughed at his hidden meaning, linking your fingers together with his as you neared the pear side of the farm.

“See you tomorrow?” You asked, stepping over the line, Sion still standing on his side. You toyed with his fingers, delaying when you would actually have to say goodbye.

“You know where to find me.” He smiled, letting you decide when to finally let go of his hands. 

Like always, saying goodbye was the worst part of the day, for both you and Sion. Being so close to you, yet so separated left a sour taste in Sion’s mouth. He so badly wished he could spend every moment with you, or even help around your family’s farm as well. He was more likely to get a pear to his face than even the slightest chance of your family accepting him. So, he cut his losses when he had to. He still felt grateful for what he had.

He had you. Sion was hopelessly in love with you, a feeling that you shared without hesitance. And that itself was enough for both of you. 

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LIFELONG (COFFEE) ADDICT

genre. fluff. warnings. jokes about addiction. and brief marriage mention. sion is so whipped. not proofread. pairing. sion x reader. wc. 572. request. requested by anon for #21: "when I’m with you everything else goes away.” a/n. i swear in every wish behind this man is drinking another cup 😟 he's just like me 😭 the coffee addiction goes hard.

“I’m going to marry you one day.” Sion sighed dreamily as he wrapped his arms around your waist, whispering the affectionate remark close to your ear. You giggled at his sentiment, finding his morning clinginess to be one of his infinite attractive traits. Your boyfriend always looked forward to the days off work when he could stay with you, partly because he could never get enough of your company, and partly because the coffee you made was almost as addictive as your lips. 

He felt that way now as well, the first morning he was back in your cosy apartment, holding you closer than ever as the smell of freshly ground coffee beans reached his nose. Although he still had much more to do that morning before he was ready for the day— he still had to change out of his pyjamas and tackle the birds nest that was the current state of his hair— he allowed himself to rest completely against you, warm cheek rested on your shoulder as his arms squeezed your waist.

“You say that often these days. Do you really miss me that much?” You asked him back as you poured the kettle of boiling water over the grounds in slow circular motions. You had been dating Sion since before he debuted, and the busy schedules he had now certainly put more distance between you two than he was used to.

“All the time. But, when I’m with you, everything else goes away.” He told you softly. Sion was more than excellent at his job, and you could tell how much he loved what he did. He got to perform on big stages and work with his best friends. There were definitely more pros than cons to his job, and he would never even think about doing something else. But one of the biggest cons was the stress and distance. 

You were his way to destress and relax his mind so that when he got back to work, he could lead his members in the best way possible. You could always feel how much weight he was carrying, and all the burdens that he had to face head on. But, thankfully, Sion was easy to please, and didn’t expect you to carry any of his responsibilities. Simply being with you was enough to give his body a reset. That, and tasting your coffee, of course.

“You’ve seriously never thought of opening a coffee shop?” Sion asked, a hint of shock in his voice.

“Never. I don’t think I’d like serving customers that much. You’re the only one who’s tolerable.” You joked, mirroring Sion’s grin. He finished his cup of coffee in the time it took you to only start sipping yours. Naturally, you stood up to serve him a second cup.

“You’re such an addict, Sion.” You giggled at how excited he still got as you placed down the refilled mug. He looked simply adorable, still in his pyjamas with messy hair and puffy face. 

“I know already. Coffee, sleep, and you. The 3 biggest addictions of my life.” He said it proudly, smirking slightly at your shy smile at his addition.

“Someone needs to put you in rehab.” You brushed back some of his hair, revealing his forehead as a clear target for your kiss. 

“Not for you.” He stated clearly, drawing the line for which addictions he could go without. “I hope I’m a lifelong addict.” 

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TEXTS WITH BOYFRIEND SION

genre. fake texts. fluff. crack. warnings. sion's a lil jelly baby. mention of periods and cramping. mild swearing. jokes abt breaking up. pairing. sion x fem!reader. request. requested by @blue-jisungs my baby 🥹 here. a/n. i loveeeee sion sm and actually these were so easy to make for some reason i had sm fun w these (while dying of cramps) lmsdkfjshdfks

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