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For something I started plotting even though I have too many wips to speak of

Girl dad Yeonjun who always scowls when you're just holding your baby and she starts crying. You literally didn't do anything, she's just fussing, and he's all, "yah, give her here, you've lost your privilege." His baby crying is one of the worst sounds in the world to him. He'd rather listen to blaring sirens—it'd be less painful.

Taking her in his arms and shushing her gently, holding out his pinky for her to wrap her tiny fingers around. His eyes light up and his softest smile comes out when she quiets, her brown eyes looking up into his. He doesn't care that he'll probably have to sit down and not move for a few hours, because she'll definitely fall asleep on him, because this is his proudest moment.

And when you find him not long afterwards on the couch with your daughter cradled against his chest, you can't help but laugh at the way his own eyes are dipping sleepily, their shared warmth making him relaxed. Your hand falls on his shoulder as you whisper, "I'll put her down."

He looks up at you with his signature sad eyes. "But she won't be this little forever."

Suppressing another laugh, you run your hand through his hair and press a kiss to his newly exposed forehead. "There'll be plenty more cuddles before she's too big to hold, I promise."

Txt's favourite Christmas traditions with their kids

note: sorry it's so short! happy holidays, whatever you celebrate!

Soobin

Yes, it ends in a mess, and yes, half of the sweets are gone before they've really started decorating the cookies—he'll blame the kids, but he helped in more than just adult supervision. Truth be told, most of the time and energy is spent being silly, singing Christmas songs and dancing, but it's quality time. Quality time and a heavy dose of sugar. But when they decide to be determined at the task, they're focused on their efforts. The older one stands on a chair of her own, while the smaller of the two sits on Soobin’s lap and guides the spoon he's holding, laden with icing. They eat their creations while Soobin does the dishes, a Christmas movie and the music of his little girls' laughter playing in the background.

Yeonjun

Yeonjun's favourite thing about Christmas with his kids is watching their eyes lighting up when they see all the brightly coloured packages under the tree on Christmas morming. He gets so excited about it that he wakes up early like a kid himself. If his kids aren't up, he'll sneak in and wake them. He plays up his own reactions as they unwrap each gift, eyes and mouth wide as they turn excitedly to show him every toy they find inside the paper, a growing stack of toys he's going to have to wrestle out of the packaging afterwards. There are no fights over any of the presents because, of course, Yeonjun spoils them all, even though Santa gets the credit.

Beomgyu

Despite not liking the cold, Beomgyu always bundles up the kids (and himself) and takes them to the Christmas parade, always getting there early enough to get a front row seat. It's worth it for how much of a great time they all have. He waves along with the kids at the actors and dancers, smiling when they turn around to point out their favourite floats. By the end of the parade, there's always one kid in his lap, worn out from all the excitement. Before heading home, there's a stop at a cafe for hot chocolate—with marshmallows, his daughter is persistent in reminding him from the car ride to when he places the order, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket.

Taehyun

He loves going to the school Christmas concert. Watching the kids on the makeshift stage, singing along with their class to the carol, he watched them practice numerous times at home. Nodding along encouragingly for his daughter, who's little shy in front of the audience. Beaming when his son is one of the kids who the sings clearest of the mumbling group. When they run into his arms after it's over, he showers them with praise, and on the car ride home, they have their own mini concert singing along to the carols on the radio. Taehyun's kids are his pride, and he loves the holidays so much more since they came along.

Huening Kai

He wants to have a photo of his little ones with Santa every year until they're too old to believe. His oldest daughter, who has always been very inquisitive for her age, baffles Santa with the questions she asks, not satisfied with simply giving him a list of things she wants for Christmas. Kai helps to answer them, holding back a laugh as she watches the man scramble. When his youngest isn't sure, still at an age where he's funny about people he doesn't know, Kai sits beside Santa with him on his lap, showing him it's okay. After that, the kid waves to Santa every time he sees one, even on TV.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

concept: dad mafia/gangster yeonjun

Hi Lia :3 I'm not too familiar with mafia shenanigans, but I hope it's okay~ I also slipped in my Yeonjun girl dad agenda because I had to

Mafia boss Yeonjun often wonders if he would have even set one foot in the mafia world if he hadn't done so before his two little girls came along.

So many nights, he comes home late, long after his angels have gone to bed, and his mind tinges with regret. Quietly, he takes off his shoes before heading upstairs, sneaking into their shared bedroom where they've been tucked in my their trusted nanny and are sleeping soundly. He kneels silently between the two beds, heart flourishing with the reassurance that they're both safe and well, dreaming blissful and innocent dreams. He places a kiss on each of their heads before crossing the room and sagging into the armchair that's been in the corner of the bedroom since it was a nursery. He'll sit there for a while before he heads off to bed himself—he just misses his girls.

Yeonjun doesn't want to miss out on so much. He already puts being a dad above his other engagements as much as he possibly can; silencing important calls during a day out at the playground, sending trusted advisors to meetings when one of his kids is sick. But he also needs to keep up his reputation and favourable persona, not only to keep his associates on his side, but to keep his family safe from his enemies. He would never let it become accessible knowledge that he was a father, lest it be used as a play against him. He would do anything to keep his children from harm.

Mafia boss Yeonjun often wonders if he would have even set foot in the mafia world if he hadn't done so before his two little girls came along—but he knows that if it were safe, if it were plausible, he would give it all up in a heartbeat.

I'm not sure who this is about, since the poll hasn't finished. I was envisioning Yeonjun as I wrote it, but you can read it as whoever you like :) side note, thanks to aura whose work I was reading when inspiration struck!

trigger warning: angst?

"Don't marry him."

The world seems to shake as the words fall from his lips. It feels as though your heart comes to a screeching stop and drops into your stomach with a thud.

"What?"

"Please," he's saying before you've even finished forming the word.

His eyes are so sorrowful, and you're not sure if it's guilt or sincerity. Your head begins to throb as you catch up to reality. A few steps and he's in reach of you, reaching to cup your face between his hands as he looks down at you. His eyes dart between your own, trying to trace the look in them back to one single emotion. But even you don't know what you feel as you wordlessly shake your head as though the action could clear it.

"I..." you splutter, and his eyebrows tick upward, waiting for the rest of your reply, but it doesn't come. It feels like time might have stopped inside this room.

"I love you."

It sounds like the most matter of fact statement in the world. It sounds like waves crashing and the wind picking up and the first bird song of the day. So why does it feel so wrong?

"Why?"

You can feel the warmth of your own cheeks radiating back to you from the skin of his hands. The emotions you can't name are beginning to bubble up like lava in your belly, too many to name.

"'Why?'" he repeats, confusion clouding his brow with lines.

You wish you could silence the noise inside your mind. Thousands of words and questions and scenarios battering round and round inside your head, too loud.

"Why now? Wh- why are you telling me this now?"

You see the way he bites the inside of his cheek before he speaks, a nervous habit he's always had. "Because... I can't lose you."

The lava forms a name: Anger.

Instinctively, you pull your face from his hands, moving half a step back from him. "You're ruining everything... because you're jealous?"

"It's- I'm not jealous." His hands hang dumbly at his sides now. He looks hurt—by your words or by the way you've separated yourself from him, you're not sure. "Didn't you hear me? I love you."

Blinking back hot tears, you shake your head again. You refuse to believe it. Somewhere in the molten pool inside you swirls grief for what could have been if his words are true, and it's too much to bear.

"If you loved me, you could have told me. You had so many years to make your feelings known." You breathe sharply, something catching in your throat. "You just don't want me to have something that you don't."

The expression his face dissolves into makes your heart hurt tenfold. Maybe you were reading this whole thing wrong. But it's too late now; you're too proud to take it back or stay to hear another word. With one last look at your best friend and his pitiful glassy eyes, you turn and make a swift exit, finally allowing the tears to make their own escape. They taste of loss and regret.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

Christmas with TXT headcanons

I'm sorry this is so short, I'm spent

Taehyun needing to look at all the Christmas trees at the farm before choosing one

Getting a tree almost as high as the ceiling because you've always wanted a big one and Soobin can reach the top to place the star >:)

Meanwhile, Beomgyu wanting the smallest tree of the lot because he feels sorry that nobody will want it

Yeonjun who you can't leave alone in the living room on Christmas eve because you just know he will peak at what's in his stocking

Huening Kai giving you the cutest snow globe as a gift because you've always wanted one and you'll treasure it forever

Going on a walk together to look at Christmas lights, Beomgyu and Yeonjun sticking to you like glue and sandwiching you between them because they're cold despite being bundled up to the nines

Running the last block and a half back to the dorm because Taehyun and Huening Kai decided to initiate a snow throwing fight, simultaneously laughing and trying not to slip in the snow

warnings: drunkenness, mentions of kissing, one use of sh*t

"Please leave a message after the tone."

Listen... baby... He's drunk. He may be more drunk than you've ever known him to be. I know- I know it's too late, but you know I have to try because... A deep sigh. Because I can't lose you, okay? I know I already did, and it's killing me, baby. I... baby? Why won't you say something? Oh, right. Damn, I miss you so much. I miss your voice. I miss the way you'd be counting down before the countdown just to make sure we were together, and there was no way we'd miss out on our New Year's kiss. He chuckles, the sound turning into a scoff at the end. I wonder who you're kissing now. I just- I know you said that I just don't want to be alone, but... but it's not true. It's you. It's only you that I want to see right now, all the time. Believe me, there's a party full of people in the next room, girls who would be climbing all over me- no... no, I didn't mean that- shit. He's silent for a moment. I love you. I love you, and I would do anything for you to please just give me one more chance, I-

"Voicemail box full."

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

mafia dad jjun who's just as protective n possessive of his nanny as he is of his daughters :3

oomf this took me so long and yet it could be so much better ><

Mafia dad Yeonjun is very picky about who looks after his children. When he finds the perfect nanny, perfect in both the hours you're willing to work and for his children's needs and preferences, he pays well. He buys you a separate phone for communicating with him—just a precaution to ensure the safety of both his kids and their nanny.

He hears so much about you from his two girls who rave about you all the time that he feels as though he knows you, in some small way, before he has the time to get to know you. Eventually, when he gets the time to come home early while you're still up, the two of you talk over drinks in the kitchen. Slowly you begin to get to know each other in the flesh.

Yeonjun comes home to find the house quiet, kids put to bed already. He comes across the nanny at the kitchen table, fallen asleep while reading, and he can't help the warm smile that breaks over his face. Gently, he wakes you up and sends you to bed.

It's not long, maybe a year, until Yeonjun starts to consider you as part of the family just as his girls do. It feels natural, like a no-brainer. You're flustered when you spot a present wrapped and under the tree with your name on it that Christmas. Yeonjun's eyes and smile beam as you bumble on about how he shouldn't have.

There's one small incident wherein Yeonjun tags along on the weekly grocery shop, lifting his daughters into the cart and pushing it along happily through the aisles of produce behind you. It's quite a good system: you find the things on the list, Yeonjun takes them from the shelf and gives it to the girls who put it in the cart—perfect teamwork.

He feels so at ease, doing these mundane things with his little family. It's nice to feel as though his family is more complete again, though it's not in the traditional sense.

But all too soon, there's a phone call that he can't ignore, his blood pumping to high alert when he hears the news from his informant. He doesn't explain anything when he hangs up the phone— he can't, not here and not now—just deposits his cell into his pocket and grabs his kids. He passes the younger and lighter of his girls to you while he takes the oldest, abandoning the cart of groceries and ushering you of the shop through the entrance door.

He drives for hours until the sun has gone and darkness falls. It's only when he pulls up and parks in front of a secluded house in the middle of what feels like nowhere that he breathes easily again. The kids are asleep in the back seat and have been for a while, but you haven't asked any questions. His eyes, no longer frantic, turn to you in the darkness. He looks depleted. You can tell he has something to say, but before he can speak, you're unbuckling your seatbelt and nodding towards the children. Together, you carry the sleeping girls up to a bedroom that looks to be meant for them but yet to be used.

In the kitchen, Yeonjun unravels. He pulls you into him, the first real intimate physical contact you've had, and you feel the tension vacate his body. He sits you down and tells you everything—the full extent of his job and what he's really involved in, which he hadn't filled you in on except the bare bones of what needed to be known, the phone call, the danger. He tells you that if you want to quit, he'll understand, trying to hide the sadness in his eyes at the thought of you doing so.

He looks up as you place your hand over his, and you take the opportunity to lean in and press a tentative kiss to his lips. He cradles the back of your head, so gentle as if he doesn't want to break you but enough to keep you there so he can return the kiss, all his emotion expressed through this one action. When you part to catch your breath, you tell him you can't leave. Not when you've finally found somewhere, someone, who feels so much like home.

Yeonjun would definitely tear up the first time he ever felt his baby kick. He’s seen the test result and the scans, but now it’s tangible and real to him, something he can feel for himself. It makes him more impatient to hold his child in his arms, skin to skin with no barrier between them.

I’m working on two royal au things already, but after listening to Love Story and Willow consecutively, this was born. This is just a thought dump and won't turn into anything more I'm afraid.

☆ gender neutral reader

Royal reader x Nobleman Yeonjun

Everybody, including your parents, insist Yeonjun has his eye on you with ideas of marrying into the crown. Nobody knows about quiet giggles during a shared dance. The way he swiped away your tears with gentle thumbs when he found you breaking down in the garden. None but you have read the heartfelt and vulnerable letters he has slipped you in passing after banquets with nobility and aristocracy where there was no escaping for a quiet moment for just the two of you.

You hope nobody will come to know when you light a lantern in your window one night, the agreed upon signal that the cost is clear. That you lay together and whisper to each other, Yeonjun holding both of your hands in his warm one as he speaks of a shared future that will never be. After chatting for hours, you fall asleep in his arms, and it's a feeling greater than anything you’ve ever known, the best sleep you've had in years.

When you wake in the morning he is gone, slipped out before the palace began to stir, and feel your heart twinge with the loss of his presence. You close your mind to the fact that one day, his absence will be a permanent fixture in your life, for your parents will never allow a man with his last name to take your heart. They don't know he already has.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

TXT with a vampire significant other

warnings: vampire reader, mentions of mortality?, blood not mentioned :)

note: I don't know where they come from, but the vampire thoughts keep coming! More Beomgyu x vampire reader on my 18+ nsfw blog!

☆ gender neutral

Even after you've been together a few years, you still catch Soobin admiring you as if he's smitten; your beauty and grace never wear off for him, and he still gets a little flustered and stuttery. You know he would spend every second of the rest of his life by your side, but you still want him to properly live it, not hide away with you all the time. So you let him introduce you to his friends, hard as it is for you to be around humans, and tag along to spend time with them for as long as you can stand. You find it gets easier each time, and more worth it to see your boyfriend laughing and enjoying time with his buddies.

Though Yeonjun knows you can't cry, he seems to be tuned in to your emotions. It's as if he can sense when you're upset. He knows you're older than him—though you've only given him a ballpark figure of just how many years you've seen—but, you're still his baby. He never lets you wall him out; even if you think it's too disturbing for a human to hear or he won't be able to understand, he wants to try. As the only person who knows your true nature, he wants to be someone you can open up to, tell all your secrets and fears to. He feels he can take it, because he loves you.

Beomgyu wants to hear all the stories—the real, true ones, not legends and lore that he can find on the internet that could just be foktales—and he wants to hear them from you. So many late nights are spent talking, Beomgyu mostly listening and throwing out questions and comments to your information. He listens so intently, eyes growing wider and wider, wrapping you even more around his little finger, especially when he breaks into an impressed smile during your recounts of things you've seen or done. When it's very late and Beomgyu refuses to sleep, too enthralled by the conversation, you retort to a little trickery; you gently brush your fingers through his hair over and over until his eyes start to grow heavy, continuing to talk in your quiet musical voice, until you've lulled him off into a deep sleep.

Taehyun has always been the strong one, but with his vampire partner, he often forgets that he's weaker and more vulnerable. Despite his love being immortal, he still acts in a protective way of them; walking on the side of the sidewalk on which he can shield them from threatening looking oncoming foot traffic, doing the heavier and more dangerous jobs around the house. It's natural to him. He doesn't even consider the fact that you don't need him to do these things. He won't admit it, but he's a little embarrassed that you can lift him off the ground with such ease.

Huening Kai is big and clumsy, while you are graceful and dexterous. You're always catching things he knocks over or drops before they can hit the floor, Kai apologising every time he notices your quick save. You just kiss his cheek and reassure him with a smile. The two of you are so in love, and Kai can't help but think about the future—the one where you live forever and he doesn't. It pangs his heart, the thought of you moving on and finding someone else after he's gone, and he often has nightmares about it. It takes a while for him to come clean about the context of the dreams you wake him from, and you're quick to make him understand that falling in love is not something you do often, with vampires or humans. It's just something that happened because you happened to meet him.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

Three Cursed Princes

*these won't be actual fics, this is just conceptual - I only wrote the synopses

Prince Yeonjun has known almost his entire life of the prophecy with his name. Written mere months after his birth, bringing shadow to cloud his parents' joy, the royal couple's most trusted advisor and skilled seer proclaimed that when the prince found his truest love, it would be at the price of a great sorrow. Whose sorrow, the seer could not determine, nor did she see a name of the one who completed the other half of the fate - the truest love. The tale of the prince's destiny was well known throughout the kingdom, with many parents from respected families discouraged from their aspirations of merging with the royal family through marriage by the warnings of the seers. Despite Yeonjun being the only child of the king and queen due to unfortunate circumstances, they pardoned him from his duty of carrying on the family line, wholeheartedly believing the fate they were sold. As a young man, Yeonjun himself only half believes the fortune that has been attached to his name, following him even in his years of childhood. But when he begins to fall for a girl from a neighbouring kingdom, breaking all the rules to sneak out at night to see her and quickly form a connection, he can't stop hearing the cursed story in his mind. 

Though they know they should stay away from each other, though they know the predicted doom hanging over their heads if they give in to their attraction, they just can't bear to be apart. Will they be able to live with the cost of their love?

Prince Beomgyu is about to marry the love of his life. A happy future lies ahead and the couple are excited to begin it. But when the prince is woken in the middle of the night by his distressed council, informing him of a horrible curse that has been placed, threatening to plunge the kingdom into eternal impenetrable darkness, Beomgyu must choose between his own happiness and the safety of his people. He’s horrified to learn that he must sacrifice all memory of the love he holds so dear in order to break the curse that looms over their heads, growing ever closer; he will not recognise her face, her name, all feelings he has ever held for her erased. Her memory, however, will remain untarnished. Feeling he has no choice, the prince agrees, bolting to the other side of the castle where his fiance is staying to see her one last time before the spell takes effect.

Can love break a curse, even if the one you love has no recollection of it?

One should never anger the gods—but the gods like to hide in plain sight. Prince Kai hates hunting, but his uncle, his sole guardian, makes him join the hunting party as it's a long standing royal tradition. While he doesn't enjoy hunting animals, he has been trained in archery since he was young and is very skilled in the sport, never missing a target. On the trip he is pressured into shooting a deer, which it turns out is truly the god of the woods. As penance, the prince is cursed. Kai knows not what the curse entails, and lives in fear of the day he finds out. His uncle scours the land for someone who could divine the details of the magic placed that day, but to no avail; all they can do is wait to see it play out. But I can tell you, reader, the nature of the curse: when the prince finds his true love – and he will — the first kiss they share will draw her into the magic that binds their fate, and she will be forced to spend her days changing between human and doe, with the prince compelled to chase and hunt her against his own will, his own heart, for the rest of their time on earth.

Can Prince Kai find a way to break the spell before it drives him to lose the one he loves?

soobin version taehyun version

I have been meaning to yap to you about this because I am a certified mafia jjun enjoyer but….listen!

two things: one (1) reader is hired by said mafia group to protect the leader (yeonjun) gosh I imagine like enemies to lovers? she hates yeonjun at first, and thinks he’s so so mean. At first he thinks “how is she going to protect me?” but she’s protecting him more than physically. he eventually eases up on her and ends up being mean to everyone but her. gahhh something about meanie jjunie that has a soft spot gets me.

two (2) this might be quick but reader and mafia boss tyun being from rival families, but they cross paths and end up falling for each other. aaaah forbidden romance <3

ASH I LOVE YOUR MIND. Thank you for feeding me with this. I’ve been craving gang txt ever since the new gbgb choreo, the part where it looks like they’re fighting 🫢 Number two (2) with Taehyun is so yummy, just imagine the banter they'd have with each other!

words: 1.8k oops

warnings: a bit of workplace discrimination, mentions of attacks, criminal activity, blood briefly, treating wounds, probably too soft at the end

If there’s one thing you’re going to do, it’s do your job damn well regardless of your personal feelings towards the man you’ve been hired to protect – and especially if said man seems to think you’re not fit for the job. It appeared Yeonjun was not pleased when you first showed up to work, pulling a member of his team aside and having what looked like a tense conversation. It only made you more intent on proving your position. You often butted heads, unable to agree on the right approach to many things. Yeonjun prioritized quick gains, confrontations and aggressive plays, recurrently willing to forgo his security or the safety of the more expendable members of his organisation to get what he was after. On the other hand, you wanted him to undertake less risky tactics, ones that were better for his reputation, his long-term safety. There were a couple of instances where he tried to plan some dealings without you, locking you out of his office and leaving you to stand outside fuming and trying to hear what little of the discussion you could through the crack in the door. The men took you even less seriously after that stunt – if the boss didn’t respect you, why should they?

Using your intel, you cleverly plan out routes for the driver to take that steer clear of trouble. At first Yeonjun is annoyed and questions the detour, but later that night, he learns through his informant that police were doing a random car check on the usual route, due to the crimes of a gang in the area. When he thanks you the following morning, you think you've earned the respect you've been craving. However, the good feeling doesn't last. As the day goes on, not only does Yeonjun give you his drink order, as if you're a simple assistant or coffee runner, he also laughs at a joke one of his men makes about you, right in front of you.

And maybe from time to time you fantasize about the young, stupidly good looking, ridiculously well dressed mafia boss getting what he deserved; about letting his laundering fall through, letting his shipment go to the wrong country, or turning a blind eye to the betrayal of one of his most valuable men that you have discovered. But you're a professional, and professionals don't let their sour thoughts derail their career.

It's only when the truth about the disloyalty of Yeonjun's right hand man is laid out for him that things begin to change. You had supplied all the proof, having hired a private investigator of sorts to get the incriminating photos you needed, accumulating dirt on the man who was Yeonjun's favourite, his oldest friend in the business, until there was no room for doubt in his mind.

What you hadn't expected was for the boss to show up at your place a few days after your exposé, looking more exhausted than you'd ever seen him. The betrayal had hit him hard. He seemed despondent as he glanced around at the place you lived, showing no reflection of his opinion. You weren't even sure how much he was taking in with those tired dark eyes. His hair was not to his usual standard, and his coat which was usually tied fashionably at his waist hung open and loose on his thin frame. You felt more awkward standing before him in this state than you ever had when he'd been laughing at your expense. You offered him a seat but he turned it down. All you could do was stare and wait for him to speak.

“I'm very grateful,” he began. His voice was hoarse, bringing a deepness to it you'd never known. Finally he looked you straight in the eye for the first time since he'd arrived. “I never would have seen it for myself. I was blinded by my… If you hadn't disclosed this to me…” It was the first time you'd seen him struggle to articulate himself. You nodded in understanding, and he seemed relieved.

After that, you were given a raise – a silent one, since he applied it without saying anything to you about it – and an office of your own. Not only did the jokes and snide comments from the other men stop, but they seemed to eye you with caution, some with reverence. You had become the one Yeonjun trusted most, the one he came to with his concerns, and nobody would ever question your value again. Not unless they wanted to face the boss's fury.

Things have been good for a while: you love your job – and maybe, as much as you hate to admit it, your boss, just a little bit? – when something unforeseeable happens. You're busy handling communications when you spot Yeonjun's ride pull up in the underground lot on the security monitor. Watching as the two front doors of the vehicle swing open and both the driver and the ridealong dash to open the back doors, your anxiety is thrown into gear. Then Yeonjun stumbles out from the back seat. You're on your feet before you see them check him over, out the door before he can wave them off.

By the time he's in the building, there are more men around him, asking questions and putting their hands on his shoulders in concern. He shakes them all off in annoyance, ordering them to get back to work. As the men fall away he spots you standing by, and he softens. When he approaches, you see the sharp red lines that are scratched into the side of his face, notice the bloody cuts on his hand as it sweeps his black hair up over his forehead.

“What happened?” you ask when he reaches you, even though you have a pretty good idea in your mind. You need to know anyway, as you keep a record of all offenses committed against him.

“It was an ambush,” he says simply. He watches your hands take his bigger ones from his sides and turn them over, inspecting. His hands suddenly feel cold in contrast to your warm skin as you make contact.

“Are you okay?” You glance briefly up to his eyes, indicating that your question does not refer to his obvious abrasions.

“That bullet proof glass might need a touch up,” he states rather matter-of-factly in reply, looking away from you. He sounds so nonchalant, as if it's not a big deal. Your heartbeat has picked up significantly, an unexpected reaction to hearing about danger that has already passed, and you realise that a threat to Yeonjun's safety means more to you than it should; more than a professional responsibility for his security.

You usher him into his office and locate the medical kit. This is the first time you'll be putting your first aid training to good use, you muse silently as you pull the lamp down close to Yeonjun's face. It's an intimate position you've found yourself in; Yeonjun seated on the large plush sofa while you hover above him, one knee on the seat of the sofa to steady yourself. You don't even register that your knee is between his spread legs, so focused on treating his injuries. You've never touched him before, and yet it feels like one of the most natural things you've ever done as you work instinctively, the fingers of your non-dominant hand along his cheek without your noticing. His warm eyes, which had seemed distant just a moment ago, check your face occasionally, until he abandons subtlety and they unabashedly train on you as you treat him, lit by the glow of the lamp. You try not to notice it, though you definitely do.

“I usually do this myself,” he says quietly as you reach for a new cloth and the bottle of disinfectant once more. The tug of a lazy smile appears on his mouth. “This is much better.”

Your eyes meet his, and all at once you feel much too warm. Now that you're not concentrating, you notice the placement of your knee, and your whole body seems to come alive. Retracting it as casually as possible, you hold your hand out to him, hoping your flushed state will go unnoticed. The feeling of his palm against yours sends sparks through you, making you feel like a stupid high schooler. He's still smiling, which makes it even harder to ignore. You suppose he's used to his life being threatened, used to targeted attacks, and that's how he's so calm after the ambush. Unless the starry look in his eyes speaks of an oncoming concussion.

He doesn't flinch once as you disinfect his scrapes and cuts. You're glad there's no glass to be picked out of the wounds. He watches everything you do quietly, and you find yourself having to remind yourself to breathe occasionally. It's new to be this close to him, and you don't hate it – not in the slightest. Most of his wounds are superficial, thanks to the bullet proof glass, and once you've applied coverings to the cuts on his hands, you're all finished. When you go to move the lamp away, you notice that his face has changed. He looks drained now, all his earlier charm and blasé attitude abandoned, maybe a little paler than usual even under the warm light, and you wonder if he's starting to feel the effects of the ordeal.

“I'll get you some water,” you tell him. Before you can move away, you feel his fingers softly grasp your hand. Your eyes come back to his face in surprise.

“Wait,” he says, a little weakly. His eyes are looking away from you, his brow quirked as though he's trying to figure something out. “I'm fine. Can you- can you just…”

There's only been one other time he's not been sure of his words before, and he'd been through something rough then, too. Something inside you begins to warm up and slowly melt as you realise that Yeonjun is not as unbothered on the inside as he plays on the outside. He may be tough, but he's not invincible. He may have had this kind of attack on his life before, he might even be used to it or expect it, but his body still undergoes the shock, even if it’s a delayed reaction.

His eyebrows are still slightly furrowed as he looks up at you. Without words and with the gentlest, smallest tug at your hand which you may not have noticed in another circumstance, which could probably have been played off as nothing if it had been rejected, he asks you to stay. You can't hide the smile that twitches at your lips. With something that feels like courage coursing through you, you step towards him. Turning slightly, you set yourself down on his lap and feel him relax. His arm winds around you to keep you snug to him and you lean your head onto his shoulder, getting a breath of expensive cologne. He sighs deeply before breathing evenly, dropping into a deep rest.

You're content like this, though you never imagined being this close to him, glad that he's resting when he clearly needs it, and proud that you could help. If this is how you can protect him physically, even if it's only in this small way, you'll take it. Though, in your head you've already begun thinking through methods of retaliation to whichever rival faction made this attempt on his life.

warnings: eating, mention of bones (remains)

words: 600

A wild fae finds you in the white covered forest. You'd lost your way thanks to a snowstorm, your sense of direction gone when the fresh snowfall hid your footprints that showed which way you had come. He didn't seem affected by the cold, and he certainly wasn't dressed for it. Surprised to find a human out in the dead of winter, he is fascinated by you, approaching with a warm smile and bright eyes that somehow brings a little warmth to your cheeks.

Shivering and stammering with the cold that has settled deep into your bones, you ask if he knows somewhere you might find shelter in hopes that he might allow you to warm yourself and give you a bite to eat at his home. To your pleasure, he smiles even wider and offers you his hand.

His hand is blissfully warm compared to your own body and the atmosphere, and you wonder if he has warm blood to withstand the temperature. You're too focused on the heat he supplies to notice that you haven't walked very far or that you've been led to sit on a fallen tree log with no sign of shelter in sight. The fae dangles a berry in front of you, and your eyes light up as if you've just been presented with gold.

The fruit is nothing substantial and certainly won't do anything to remedy your half-frozen state, but your stomach is painfully empty. Grabbing the offering eagerly, you swallow it down gratefully. It looks like a fruit you've seen before, only it tastes much sweeter in comparison to the one you know; the flavour bursts on your tongue with just one bite, exciting you and seemingly pulling you out of your exhausted state. Immediately, you crave more and to your luck, there is another right before your eyes before you can even process the thought. You pop it in your mouth whole this time, sighing softly as your teeth crush the juice from the berry and your taste buds tingle. This time, the same fruit you tasted moments ago is sweetly sour, a delicious bitter tang dancing around your mouth.

You turn to see the dark-haired boy fondly watching you chew, his bright smile raising his cheeks around his eyes. You don't seem to notice that you hardly feel the bone chilling effects of the winter scene around you anymore, or the now violent trembling in your arm and hand as you reach to accept another of the pretty fruits from his palm. Nor do you seem to realise that the way this wild fae watches you with affection is akin to the way people admire their pets.

This fae boy lives in the forest of eternal winter that you willingly walked into. It's his home. And now, it's yours too. You stay with him and eat, never noticing the way your body is slowly succumbing to the harsh temperature, seeing only the beautiful boy—the sole source of warmth in this place. It's not cruelty, though the fae are known to be mischievous tricksters. He just wants you to stay with him. Being the first human he has ever seen, how could he know that the climate of his freezing forest could be dangerous to you?

Though he may be the oldest of the small kin living here, he is the most naive—young at heart, always distracted by the wonders of the forest, never catching sight of the bones of men perished amongst the snow as his more knowledgeable brothers did. Perhaps one of them will find you just in time?

The winter fae

part 1

While the bone chill crept in, your instincts tried to intervene. Your rational mind attempted to lure your attention with thoughts of hot cocoa, the cosy comforting warmth of a fire in the hearth back home... but it was no match for the mystical beauty of the boy who had you captivated. When he began to hum sweetly, there was no hope for seeing reason. You were irrevocably entranced now as his fingers grazed your hair softly.

As luck would have it, another was approaching – a second boy, coming in search of his brother. This boy was mortified by the scene he found. Your lips were almost blue beneath the red stain of the berries you'd been fed, and you were trembling violently under your thin cloak.

The naive one cried out in despair when the newcomer whisked you away; his voice following behind as you were carried. The tall boy’s hurried footsteps in the thick snow almost drowned out Yeonjun's shouts. Soobin knew the older boy was clueless to the world outside the forest, having no interest in it as the others did – for the outside world did not offer the same purity or natural wonder – but he never thought it could bring any harm. If he had, he would have taught Yeonjun about the fragility of humans long ago. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest as you shuddered in his arms.

Fortunately, the younger ones had not strayed from the place he had left them. They all looked shocked and bewildered as he appeared with a human, but sprang to action when Soobin requested they start a fire and fetch water from the one small spring that remained unfrozen in the Everwinter Forest. Ignoring Yeonjun's grumbles, he sat down and cradled you closer as Kai’s nimble fingers worked to light a fire, his eyes frequently glancing up curiously at the human in their midst. The winter fae did not need fire for warmth, as they did not feel the cold. It was a trick they learned from watching humans. Instead, they used it for entertainment, amused by the flicker of the flames and the shadows they could cast as it burned.

When Taehyun and Beomgyu returned from the spring, they set the tin cup over the fire for a few minutes as instructed. Then, they all watched intently as Soobin touched it to your mouth and carefully tipped it up to a slow trickle. Swallowing down the warm water instinctively as it filled your mouth, your freezing hands found their way around the heated cup in Soobin’s grasp for warmth. Your breath came out in a fog against the chill air as you sighed with relief. Heat bloomed in your chest and filled your belly as the water traveled, and belatedly the visions of hot cocoa and a warm bath reached you.

Your mind was too hazed to take in the words as the fae’s voices spoke back and forth around you. It hardly registered that you were being cradled on somebody’s lap. All you could focus on was how tired you felt, both physically and mentally. Drained of any semblance of energy, you did not fight the closing of your eyes as the sound of the wordless voices and the warmth of the stranger who held you and the crackling fire lulled you into a dreamless sleep.

This is a take on the lovely @miupow Lia's old rescue fox hybrid Yeonjun thoughts, only the roles have been reversed. I got her permission to write it waaaay back, and I finally found the inspiration for the last few paragraphs this morning after it's been waiting far too long for how short it is 😅

warnings: hybrid reader (when I write hybrids, I don't write them with ears and tails, only the senses and traits of animals, but you can imagine whatever you prefer), reader is skittish and anxious, shelter/foster life themes. I think that's all.

word count: 1.5k

Yeonjun only went to the shelter that day to donate some clothes and blankets, do his part to help the community and whatnot. He didn't expect it to change his life.

Almost all of the hybrids that lived at the shelter were outside enjoying the sun. But there you were, a fox hybrid, in the corner of the front office, alone. You looked disconnected from everything around you, and a little skittish. Yeonjun felt something he couldn't describe. He wanted to catch your eye and give you a friendly smile, but your eyes wouldn't leave the floor.

He almost made it all the way back to his car before he decided to give in to the feeling that told him he couldn't leave yet, the same feeling that tugged him back inside to inquire about you. The staff couldn't tell him much, just that you'd been brought to the facility for medical attention at a young age, and that you'd been taken for fostering a few times but always brought back. Yeonjun decided that he could give you a place to stay.

After filling out some paper work and an initial, rather short, first meeting, you're headed out to the car that will take you to your new foster home. You remember all the other times you were promised a nice place to stay, and how it always ended with being back here with all the others. All those memories flash through your mind, of all the times you felt could almost touch everything you wanted before it was ripped away without warning. Though this Yeonjun looks nice with his friendly eyes and kind voice, your heart pounds. While he's busy with his keys, you make a break for it, running towards the street away from the shelter, towards freedom–

You're not two steps off the sidewalk when a hand closes tight around your arm, you're blinded by a flash of red, and a rush of wind blows your hair across your face as a car rushes past. You're pulled back to the safety of the sidewalk, panting and overwhelmed with adrenaline. Your hair is brushed away from your eyes and you see two concerned ones looking back at you.

"Are you okay?" His voice is so warm and gentle that you feel your thudding heart want to slow. Something inside you craves the kindness that he's offering, lasting or not. You nod in reply and let him guide you to the car and help you in.

The house is neat and quiet, and there are no children like there have been in many of the homes you've been to in the past. You're offered food, but your guard is raised too high to eat. Sitting quietly on the sofa, you glance around at your new surroundings. Yeonjun has disappeared into another room, and you jolt in surprise when a blanket is draped over your shoulders.

"Oh- oh sorry," he says quietly when he notices he's spooked you.

He figures he should give you space and let you settle in, so he makes himself scarce, setting out a glass of water and some food before heading out to the store. When he comes back about an hour later, you're still sitting in the same spot, soft blanket wound tight around you, food and water untouched.

He ponders if he made the right decision in bringing you home; maybe it was too much at once. He certainly hadn't been expecting it. He wonders if this is how it always goes – wouldn't it have been easier for you if he'd come to visit a few times first, to get to know you, instead of being handed off to a stranger with no warning? Yeonjun doesn't know much about hybrid shelters, but he figures they're probably overpopulated, as many hybrid children are given up by their parents. Most of the residents he'd seen there had been much younger than you – you seemed to be close to his age – and he couldn't help but wonder if that's the reason that they sent you off with him so hurriedly.

Upstairs in his room, Yeonjun begins to put together the contraption he purchased at the store. It takes him longer than it probably should, but after some struggling and permanently furrowed eyebrows, he gets the knack for it and it all comes together. Carrying it downstairs, he finds you finally tuckered out. Quietly he sets the indoor teepee he built in the corner and turns in for the night too.

You're woken up early the next morning by hunger pains. Yeonjun is still sleeping upstairs, and you finally move off the sofa to investigate your new surroundings. You poke around for a little before discovering the teepee; it's dark inside, with fabric pieces that come down to close it off, providing a retreat for you. Tummy rumbling once more, you eye the food that Yeonjun set on the coffee table for you. It smells like it might be good, so you bring the plate carefully into the teepee and start to eat.

When he makes his way down the stairs to find the plate gone from the table and the curtain-doors of the teepee closed, he feels that he should take this as the first good sign. He doesn't want to push it too much too fast, but he thinks taking his breakfast upstairs might be a bit counter-productive. He catches himself holding his breath as he walks as quietly as possible over to the couch, doing his very best not to startle you with any sudden noises. He checks his phone as he eats with one hand, too distracted to notice the movement going on in the corner; carefully your head emerges from the tent, keen senses picking up a new smell.

Your fox genes make you stealthy and you move so quietly that Yeonjun's oblivious to it. He's almost startled when he finally looks away from his phone and you're right there on the couch next to him, your full attention on his food. He feels his heart kick, thinking maybe this is progress, and hands you half of his toast, which you eat happily.

You take to sleeping in the tent. The small space is comforting, and Yeonjun brings a few blankets for you to burrow into. One night, you're woken by rolling thunder in the distance. Shoving your head under the pile of blankets, you hope it will pass, until- crack! It's suddenly much closer, loud enough to make the windows shake, and your heart thuds so hard it hurts. You scamper from the teepee so fast that it tips over as you make for the stairs.

You've never set foot on the second floor before, but you know Yeonjun comes upstairs every night. The hallway at the top has four doors, but only one is open, and you approach it carefully until another crash of angry thunder has you running inside. It's dark, but the room is warm, and you can hear the soft breathing of Yeonjun's peaceful breathing just before you jump onto the bed and he jolts awake.

He's stunned to find you here; in so many weeks of sleeping with the door open in case you need something or want to come in, he's never heard a peep. A dramatic roll of thunder explains it to him as you cower low on his quilts, and his heart melts. Shuffling from the middle of his bed to make space for you, he opens the covers to show you his invitation. You don't even hesitate, which is something new, and pull the material all the way up to your chin.

The storm continues for hours, and Yeonjun stays awake with you though he knows he could sleep through all the noise. He resists the urge to comfort you physically, not wanting to invade your space, and settles on reassuring words. Eventually you're exhausted from being so frightened that you fade into sleep, and Yeonjun goes back to sleep the moment your eyes are closed, tired himself.

When he wakes, you're curled towards him, your forehead pressed against his side and the covers wrapped tight around you. The spot where the two of you meet is warm, and Yeonjun feels an indescribable emotion at the fact that you seem to trust him now. You sought him out last night when you were afraid, and now you're seeking comfort from him. He's not knowledgeable on your past and the homes you've gone to stay at before, but he hopes you're more comfortable here and can find a home in his house, and a home in him.

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𝜗𝜚 ༘⋆ ⋆˙pairing. bf! choi beomgyu x fem! reader synopsis. arguments with your boyfriend are never easy, but this one- this one may just be the breaking point. genre. angst ,, fluff ,, wc. 1800. 𝐥u𝐧a notes ⋆.˚ beomgyu the man u are🤭.. 🫧 — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂

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Beomgyu had always been known for his charm and wit, his playful demeanor endearing him to everyone around him. But in private, he could be cold and distant, his mood shifting like the unpredictable weather.

Last night had been no exception. The argument had started over something trivial—his lateness, his unexplained absences—but it had escalated into a shouting match that left both of them wounded deeply by each-other’s harsh words thrown.

Beomgyu had stormed out, slamming the door behind him, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts and regrets. She sighed, running a hand through her hair, and glanced at the clock. It was past midnight, and Beomgyu still hadn't returned. The silence of the apartment was deafening, and Y/N felt a pang of loneliness that she couldn't shake, which had been residing within her for a while now.

“I should head to bed” she mumbled, but as she felt the tiredness of the nights events crawl up into her, she also felt the doom of her relationship with Beomgyu, falling asleep with tears running down her cheeks.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. Y/N had barely slept, her mind racing with worry and anger. She couldn't understand why Beomgyu had become so distant, why he seemed to push her away every time they got close. She loved him deeply, but his coldness was breaking her heart.

She heard the front door creak open and sat up, her heart pounding. Beomgyu walked in, his hair damp from the rain, his eyes tired and hollow. He didn't look at her as he shrugged off his coat and kicked off his shoes.

"Where have you been?" Y/N asked, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and concern.

"Out," Beomgyu replied curtly, avoiding her gaze.

"All night? Do you have any idea how worried I was Gyu?”

Beomgyu sighed, running a hand through his wet hair. "I needed some space Y/N."

"Space?" Y/N's voice rose, her frustration boiling over. "You needed space? Beomgyu, you can't just disappear whenever things get tough!"

"Maybe I wouldn't have to if you didn't suffocate me all the time! I come home and here you are just bitching at me all the time!” Beomgyu snapped, his eyes flashing with anger.

Y/N recoiled as if she'd been slapped, her heart aching at his harsh words. "Suffocate you? Is that really how you feel? Bitching at you? I was worried for you, did you know how scared I was?”

Beomgyu's expression softened slightly, regret flickering in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with indifference. "I don't want to fight right now, Y/N."

"Well, that's too bad, because we need to talk about this. You can't keep shutting me out, Gyu. We need to talk about this.”

"There's nothing to talk about," Beomgyu said coldly. "I just needed some time to think."

"Think about what?" Y/N pressed, her voice cracking. "About us? About whether you still want to be with me? Wasn’t leaving me alone last night for the hundredth time enough?”

Beomgyu remained silent, his jaw clenched. The silence filled the atmosphere between them, heavy and oppressive.

"Fine," Y/N whispered, tears streaming down her face. "If you won't talk to me, then maybe you should leave."

Beomgyu stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable, he let out a quiet scoff before turning on his heel and walking out the door again. This time, the sound of the door closing behind him felt like the final nail in the coffin of their relationship.

Days turned into weeks, and the apartment felt emptier than ever. Y/N went through the motions of her daily life, but the weight of Beomgyu's absence was a constant. She missed him terribly, missed the way he used to make her laugh, the way his eyes would light up when he saw her, and missed what it felt like being loved by Beomgyu.

She couldn't understand what had gone wrong, why Beomgyu had become so distant and cold. She replayed their last conversation over and over in her mind, trying to find some clue, some hint of what had driven him away.

One evening, as Y/N sat alone on the couch, her phone buzzed with a message. Her heart leaped as she saw Beomgyu's name on the screen.

"Can we talk?" the message read.

Y/N's hands trembled as she typed her response. "Okay."

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Y/N took a deep breath before opening it to find Beomgyu standing there, looking tired and worn. He didn't say anything as he walked inside, and Y/N closed the door behind him, her heart pounding in her chest.

They stood in silence for a moment, neither of them knowing where to begin.

"I'm sorry," Beomgyu finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for everything Y/N”

Y/N felt tears welling up in her eyes. "Why, Beomgyu? Why did you push me away?"

Beomgyu sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I guess... I was scared."

"Scared of what?"

"Of losing you. Of letting you get too close and then losing you."

Y/N's heart ached at his words. "Beomgyu, you don't have to push me away to protect yourself. I love you. I want to be with you, no matter what. I won’t lie, you hurt me so bad Gyu, but I love you. Forever and always.”

Beomgyu's eyes softened at her words, Forever and Always, the same words he said to her the day he confessed his love to her, which seems forever ago now and he took a step closer to her.

“I’m so sorry baby, I love you too, Y/N. More than anything. I'm just... not good at showing it.” He says with his voice cracking at his land words as tears filled Beomgyu’s waterline.

Y/N reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. "Then show me. Let me in. We can face whatever comes together."

Beomgyu nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "I promise. No more running away."

Y/N smiled through her tears and pulled Beomgyu into a tight embrace. As he held her close, she felt a sense of hope and relief wash over her. They still had a long way to go, but for the first time in weeks, she felt like they were on the right path.

Over the next few weeks, Beomgyu and Y/N worked on rebuilding their relationship. They talked openly and honestly about their fears and insecurities, building up the trust and slowly, the walls between them began to crumble.

Beomgyu made a conscious effort to be more present and attentive, showing Y/N just how much he cared. He would surprise her with little gestures of affection—bringing her favorite flowers, cooking her breakfast in bed, or simply holding her hand as they walked through the park and giving her soft kisses.

Y/N, in turn, was patient and understanding, giving Beomgyu the space he needed while also being there for him whenever he needed support. She could see the effort he was putting in, and it made her love him even more.

One evening, as they sat on the couch together, Beomgyu turned to Y/N with a serious expression. "I want to apologize again for how I treated you. You didn't deserve any of it, I was such an asshole, I don’t deserve you.” He says with a small smile.

Y/N smiled softly and placed a hand on his cheek. "Thank you, Beomgyu. But what's important is that we're working through it together. I believe in us, and you deserve me just as much as I deserve you, we deserve each other.”

Beomgyu leaned in and kissed her gently, his lips soft and warm against hers. It was a kiss filled with love and promise, a symbol of their renewed commitment to each other.

Beomgyu sighs into the kiss as they pulled away, Beomgyu rested his forehead against hers. "I don't ever want to lose you, Y/N."

"You won't," Y/N whispered. "We're in this together, no matter what."

Just when it seemed like things were finally falling into place, a new challenge arose. Beomgyu received an offer to go on a world tour with his band, TXT. It was an opportunity of a lifetime, but it also meant months of separation and uncertainty.

Beomgyu was torn. He didn't want to leave Y/N, especially not after everything they had been through. But he also didn't want to miss out on such a significant opportunity for his career.

One evening, as they sat together on the couch, Beomgyu broached the subject. "Y/N, I got an offer to go on tour with the band."

Y/N's heart sank, of course she knew what that meant, but she forced herself to stay calm. "That's amazing, Gyu. You should go."

"But what about us?" Beomgyu asked, his voice filled with worry. "I don't want to leave you, not again.” He says whispering pressing his forehead onto hers.

Y/N took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "We'll be okay. We'll find a way to make it work, we always do Gyu. I believe in us.”

Beomgyu looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of doubt, but all he saw was love and gentleness. He smiled, adoration for you in his eyes and feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "Thank you, love. I promise I'll make it up to you, mmh?” Beomgyu says fluttering his lashes onto your skin making you giggle and fall into his warm embrace even more.

Y/N leaned in and kissed him softly. "Just promise me you'll come back to me, no more running.” You whisper.

"I promise," Beomgyu whispered against her lips.

The day of Beomgyu's departure arrived all too soon. Y/N stood at the airport, holding back tears as she hugged him tightly.

"Be safe," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"I will," Beomgyu replied, his own voice thick with emotion. "I'll call you every day, I promise."

Y/N nodded, unable to speak as she watched him walk away. As he disappeared into the crowd, she felt a pang of loneliness and fear, but she knew they would get through this. She knew Beomgyu loves her, and she loves him.

Forever and always.

@luvvsim 2024

sometimes I think of fanfics I read like a year ago, and try looking for them and it’s like they never existed 😭 does anyone know a one shot named pose? It’s abt yeonjun where he’s like a model and his secretary and him go to london and paris for a fashion show and fall in love?? I LOVED IT SM ITS LIKE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND☹️☹️