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As Seasons Pass
Pairing : Hansol x Reader
Genre : Fluff, Angst
Warnings : Mentions of character death
Where you realize that moving on from someone is like the changing of seasons.
At the start of winter, you and Mingyu finally graduate from college. Something you both had been waiting for ever since you started dating. It was time to figure out everything else in life, most importantly your futures together.
The said last day before spring, Mingyu had you pressed against his room door, both of you sharing feverish kisses, without a worry about anything else. Mingyu's eyes pierce into yours as he whispers a 'I love you' and it's enough to make your heart burst into butterflies. You chastely press your lips against his, mumbling the phrase back.
A month after spring had started and flowers of different colours started to bloom, the news of your boyfriend's death has you breaking into a hysteria of tears, sobbing uncontrollably in the arms of your best friend, Hansol. He says nothing but gives you reassuring pats and draws patterns on your backs because they seem to make you feel better. After that day, Hansol becomes your source of comfort and you find yourself at his place everyday, slowly trying your best to move on from the boyfriend you had loved so much.
At the end of spring, you're at Hansol's threshold, once again in his arms as you cry your heart and eyes out. 'It's okay, Y/n,' he says, 'It's really okay'. You look up at him, your eyes tinted red, 'It's not okay. I'm pregnant, Hansol. And with his child. When I thought I was finally over him'. 'Will I be a good mother? How am I supposed to raise another life when I can't even control my own emotions?'. He mumbles comforting words into your head, seeming to be drowned in his own thoughts. Finally deciding something, he looks into your eyes and confidentially says, 'I'll help you raise the kid, Y/n'.
In autumn, you and Hansol go dress-shopping for yourself and the baby which was due at the beginning of winter. You didn't know what to say when he placed the offer to take care of your child but he proved you that he was serious in multiple occasions where he took care of you, from clinical visits to buying you food according to your cravings. You had sold your apartment and permanently moved to his place as Hansol thought that it would be easier to take care of you that way. He was in a good job and it paid him well enough to support himself and you comfortably. Both of you still hadn't labelled the relationship you shared but you decided to not think about it, fully focusing on welcoming the life you were carrying. You link your hands with Hansol's as you giggle about cute jumpsuits, going on with the flow of the present.
As the first snowflake falls onto the ground, Kim Gyeol-Wool was born. You were hesitant about making her surname 'Kim' but Hansol insisted that you should as Gyeol-Wool was Mingyu's kid. Moreover, she looked exactly like Mingyu which almost made you tear up when you held her for the first time. Hansol reminds you that it was good that she looked like him so that there would always be a part of him in the living world. The familiar smile on the sleeping baby was now proof for that.
The next summer, Gyeol-Wool's first word was 'papa' and Hansol had almost chokes with happiness because he was the one who had her in his arms at the time. He looks at you with worried eyes, silently asking if you were okay with it. You laugh, saying, 'You're the father now, Sol', which tugs a smile on his face. That's when he kisses you for the first time. The feeling of his lips on yours made your heart melt to your feet.
Three summers later, Gyeol-Wool asks you why you had named her that. You sit next to her, grabbing her small hands in yours, looking into her curiosity-filled eyes. As she grew up, she started taking Mingyu's features more than yours, something you and Hansol had realized on the day she was born. The little girl was the owner of both yours and Hansol's stored love and care. 'It's because you were born in winter and it's the season when your father and I met for the first time,' you say and Gyeol-Wool smiles. You realize that you meant the 'your father' as Hansol. You still remember the day because you two were just innocent kids playing in the snow and look where life had brought you.
That autumn, you and Hansol officially get married. It was kind of expected. He knew that you were meant to end up together the first time Gyeol-Wool called him 'papa'. That moment he realized that he was going to spend the rest of his years with you and her. You almost cried out of joy when he pulled a ring out of his pocket during one of the evenings you spent in the park with Gyeol-Wool. Somewhere along the way, you had realized that you were in love with Hansol too. It was hard not to be so when he kissed you every night and took care of your daughter like his own. The wedding was everything you could have imagined because you had the people you loved the most by your side.
The next spring, you announce your pregnancy to Hansol and Gyeol-Wool with a grin on your face. Gyeol-Wool was super excited for the arrival of her sibling. Hansol was already thinking about buying a bigger house to home all of you. Your heart swells in happiness when you see Gyeol-Wool giggling with Hansol. He wasn't her real father but she was closer to him more than she was with you. That made you fall in love with Hansol all over again.
That winter, you welcome Chwe Hajoon into the family. The young boy had his father's eyes and your smile. Gyeol-Wool was the happiest, constantly squealing when her brother did something cute. Hansol holds your hand as you smile at the innocent adorableness of the siblings. You had also adopted a cat because Gyeol-Wool had always wanted one. With it's sparkly eyes, it soon won the hearts of everyone in the family, specifically Hansol who wouldn't stop carrying it.
The next spring, on Mingyu's fourth year death anniversary, you visit his grave with Hansol, Gyeol-Wool and Hajoon. Hansol had Hajoon in his arms and Gweol-Wool was stand by him when he silently mouths, 'You should go alone'. You kneel in front of his grave and speak, 'It's been a while, Mingyu. I have a son now. His name is Hajoon. He looks a lot like Hansol. Gyeol-Wool is doing great as well. She's going to be a heart-breaker when she grows up. Like father like daughter,' you laugh at your own joke before continuing, 'Hansol takes care of me like a queen. He loves me and the kids to death. Overall, I'm doing great'. 'Once upon a time, I wished it was you and me in the end but I guess things don't go the way we want them to. It was hard to move on from you but as seasons pass I realized one thing. Spring's flowers fall, summer loses its warmth, autumn says goodbye to its colours and winter's snow melts. I can't be holding on to something in the past just because I cherish it so much. As the seasons passed, I fell in love with Hansol. I'm happy now and I know that you'll be happy for me too,' you place the bouquet of roses on his grave and take a deep breath before you get up, 'Thank you for the happy memories, Mingyu. I'll always cherish them'. You take a final look at the grave and walk back to Hansol, giving him a appreciative smile. If it wasn't for him, who knows where you might have been. As you take Hajoon from Hansol, you walk back to the car, Hansol having an arm around your shoulder while Gyeol-Wool grabs your hand. After so many changes in the seasons, you were finally enjoying everything.
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Korean Traditional Mungbean Pancake (h.vc)
genre: fluffy
pairing: dad!vernon x reader
word count: 1k
summary: vernon’s child being daddy’s little girl ;;
author’s notes: posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL
MASTERLIST
Vernon’s smile never went away whenever he saw his daughter, Haneul. He sat in front of her crib cooing at his baby, wiggling his fingers in front of her face with a bright smile as she delightfully garbled at the moving object. Vernon felt his heart swell as her tiny hand wrapped around his pinky finger, a squeal emitting from Haneul in glee for catching his hand. There were two gummy smiles when you entered the room with a bowl of chopped up strawberries for Haneul.
“Haneul~ Do you want strawberries?” you say in a sing-song voice while taking a seat on the floor next to your husband. Vernon carefully took her out of the crib and placed her down next to him. Haneul took this opportunity to crawl around the living room area, Vernon watching her with a bright smile on his face.
Haneul was growing so quickly in front of your very eyes, she was already 10 months old and could crawl so fast you always had to keep an eye on her. You sometimes swore that she could teleport, finding her on the other side of the house when she was in the same room as you a few seconds before. Nonetheless, she was able to inherit Vernon’s curly hair, gummy smile, and hazel eyes which made her incredibly adorable.
“Haneul, I have strawberries for you,” you cooed at her. Haneul didn’t listen and continued crawling towards a ladybug plush laying on the floor. You and Vernon watched your child grab the ladybug and begin to babble at it, as if she was making conversation with the plushie. You tried calling for her one more time, “Haneul, mommy has strawberries for you~”
Haneul looked up at you this time but then returned back to her conversation with the ladybug. You sighed and started poking at the fruit in the bowl. Vernon grinned at your pouty behavior and put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He quickly snatched some of the cubed strawberries and popped them into his mouth, a glare being sent his way for taking your daughter’s snacks. Vernon giggled and kissed the top of your head before calling out to your daughter.
“Pancake, mommy has some food for you~” he called out, receiving an immediate response from Haneul. She quickly abandoned the ladybug and began crawling over to the two of you, a gummy smile on her chubby face as she climbed onto her father’s lap, smushing her face into his chest in an attempt of a hug. Vernon’s giddy smile met your deadpan expression as he wrapped his arms around his child making sure she wouldn’t fall, “Pancake look, mommy has strawberries for you!” Vernon gently nudged Haneul to look at the bowl in your hands, an excited squeal eliciting from the baby as she began to grab for the fruit. The two of you watched your baby chew the soft fruit, wiping away the juice that stained her face with a washcloth you had brought with you.
You then turned to look at Vernon who was adoringly watching his daughter’s tiny hands wrap around the strawberry cubes. “You know, you should probably stop calling her ‘Pancake’ before she responds to that more than her real name,” you prodded, to which he snickered to.
“Well, you’re just jealous that you’re not the only Pancake in my life,” he teased you. You flushed and rolled your eyes remembering how “Pancake” was his pet name for you after messing around with him when the two of you were still dating. A harmless joke of you spamming a certain clip of Vernon’s younger self singing Han Bok-nam’s Bindaetteok Gentleman those many years ago soon became your contact name in his phone and the nickname that he would call you if he were in a teasing mood.
You scoffed, “I’m not jealous of my daughter, Hand Soap,” silently giggling at his face contort at the mention of the old nickname, “I just want Haneullie to pay attention to mommy too.”
As if she understood what you were said, Haneul looked up at you with her big hazel eyes before climbing onto your lap. As you held her, you gently wiped her mouth as she grabbed another strawberry cube and brought it up to your mouth. You smiled and allowed her to feed you the strawberry, her juice covered hands colliding with your face making Vernon laugh at your now messy face.
You wiped yourself and her hands afterwards, carrying her to the kitchen to wash her hands. Vernon finished the remaining strawberry cubes and set the bowl in the sink after the two of you put Haneul in her little play area.
“But you know,” you started as Vernon quietly washed the dishes, “I do miss you calling me ‘Pancake’ every now and then.” You looked up at your husband who had a sickening grin on his face screaming ‘I knew it’. You immediately flushed in embarrassment and turned away to continue drying the plate in your hand.
“Awe Pancake!” your child of a husband teasingly exclaimed as he rushed to finish washing the remaining dishes in the sink. It was not even a few minutes later when you felt his arms snake around your torso and his face coming close to yours from behind, “I’ll call you Pancake from now on if it makes you happy~” He blew a small puff of air into your ear before nuzzling into the crook of your neck, you could feel his teasing grin on your skin. You flushed and scoffed while placing the plate in the cabinet above you before turning around and burying your face into his chest.
“You’re so stupid Hand Soap,” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear it, before looking up at him and planted a chaste kiss on his grinning lips.
A small garble from your baby could be heard snapping the two of you out of your loving gaze. Hand in hand, the two of you made your way back into the living room to go watch over your baby.
All was well in the Chwe household today too.