Hello! Are u still taking requests? If so, can u do where Daniel, johan, and Eli jang watch horror movies with s\o??
Yes, im still taking requests! However I may be a little slow since Iām working on another ask as well :) I also just did headcanons for ya since there wasnāt a specific request for anything else.
Daniel, Johan, and Eli watching horror movies w their s/o hcs
Cw - a mention of gore
Gn reader
Daniel Park
Daniel isnāt really a horror movie kind of guy, but heāll watch them if thatās the kind that you like.
Heād set up the couch with blankets and pillows, and probably get some snacks n popcorn ready. Heāll wanna sit closer to you so if he gets scared, he can just grab onto you.
Daniel would try to tough it out for you, but he would just end up trying to escape to the bathroom or hide behind a pillow, because he canāt handle scary stuff at all.
Definitely canāt stomach gore, will pussy out at the slightest hint of blood. Which is ironic considering how much he fights.
A respectful 4/10 in terms of watching horror movies with
Johan Seong
Johan is definitely a horror movie liker, and will probably ask to watch them a lot.
Now, Johan is pretty clueless when it comes to romance or setting a mood. So the most heāll do is grabs some snacks and popcorn. Maybe heāll give you a blanket if youāre lucky.
Heās definitely into psychological horror, and will try to explain the symbolism in certain scenes while yāall watch the movie. You might have to shut him up if you actually wanna see whatās going on. You might get a little jump outta him if thereās a jump scare though.
Bloody horror movies donāt bother him that much, but heāll complain about how the movie is just using it for shock factor, and isnāt actually good horror. If you suggest a grindhouse type horror movie heāll probably just refuse to watch it.
About a 7/10 horror movie partner, would definitely tease you if you got really scared.
Eli Jang
Eli loves horror movies, and just all kinda movies in general.
Eli has the most relationship experience out of all the guys (not very good experience), so heāll try and make a movie night as fun as possible for you. Heāll do the whole nine; pillows, blankets, food, stuffed animals. Heās the kinda guy thatād make a pillow fort if you really wanted him to.
Eli also has a really good tolerance for scary/unsettling things, so you wonāt get much outta him. Since he is in cosmetics however, heāll always point out mistakes in SFX makeup;says that he wouldāve done it better. (he would not)
Heās definitely a body horror, grindhouse movie kinda guy. Not because they scare him, but because he likes seeing how realistic people can make the gore look. In terms of horror movies he actually likes, supernatural and religious are probably your best bet. He also seems like he would like cult classics.
9/10 horror watcher, one point off because he would shush you whenever you try to make a comment on the movie.
Hope this is somewhat close to what you wanted, cuz Iām still getting used to these ask things. If thereās anything you want me to change Iāll be happy to touch it up for ya. :)
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Hello! Are u still taking requests? If so, can u do where Daniel, johan, and Eli jang watch horror movies with s\o??
Yes, im still taking requests! However I may be a little slow since Iām working on another ask as well :) I also just did headcanons for ya since there wasnāt a specific request for anything else.
Daniel, Johan, and Eli watching horror movies w their s/o hcs
Cw - a mention of gore
Gn reader
Daniel Park
Daniel isnāt really a horror movie kind of guy, but heāll watch them if thatās the kind that you like.
Heād set up the couch with blankets and pillows, and probably get some snacks n popcorn ready. Heāll wanna sit closer to you so if he gets scared, he can just grab onto you.
Daniel would try to tough it out for you, but he would just end up trying to escape to the bathroom or hide behind a pillow, because he canāt handle scary stuff at all.
Definitely canāt stomach gore, will pussy out at the slightest hint of blood. Which is ironic considering how much he fights.
A respectful 4/10 in terms of watching horror movies with
Johan Seong
Johan is definitely a horror movie liker, and will probably ask to watch them a lot.
Now, Johan is pretty clueless when it comes to romance or setting a mood. So the most heāll do is grabs some snacks and popcorn. Maybe heāll give you a blanket if youāre lucky.
Heās definitely into psychological horror, and will try to explain the symbolism in certain scenes while yāall watch the movie. You might have to shut him up if you actually wanna see whatās going on. You might get a little jump outta him if thereās a jump scare though.
Bloody horror movies donāt bother him that much, but heāll complain about how the movie is just using it for shock factor, and isnāt actually good horror. If you suggest a grindhouse type horror movie heāll probably just refuse to watch it.
About a 7/10 horror movie partner, would definitely tease you if you got really scared.
Eli Jang
Eli loves horror movies, and just all kinda movies in general.
Eli has the most relationship experience out of all the guys (not very good experience), so heāll try and make a movie night as fun as possible for you. Heāll do the whole nine; pillows, blankets, food, stuffed animals. Heās the kinda guy thatād make a pillow fort if you really wanted him to.
Eli also has a really good tolerance for scary/unsettling things, so you wonāt get much outta him. Since he is in cosmetics however, heāll always point out mistakes in SFX makeup;says that he wouldāve done it better. (he would not)
Heās definitely a body horror, grindhouse movie kinda guy. Not because they scare him, but because he likes seeing how realistic people can make the gore look. In terms of horror movies he actually likes, supernatural and religious are probably your best bet. He also seems like he would like cult classics.
9/10 horror watcher, one point off because he would shush you whenever you try to make a comment on the movie.
Hope this is somewhat close to what you wanted, cuz Iām still getting used to these ask things. If thereās anything you want me to change Iāll be happy to touch it up for ya. :)
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Themes: hanahaki AU, fluff, angst, youāre really rude, and also rich as heck, yangyang is not, maid/servant AU, your mum is awesome, money problems, this rich guy forces himself onto you but nothing happens because your parents are there, third person POV
Pairing: Yangyang x fem!reader
Wc: 7.5k
Warnings: blood, vomiting, crying, choking, not the bdsm kind, driving in the rain, possible major character death, mentions of alcohol and drunk people, mentions of sex but not between yangyang and you
For some reason they decided that hosting a picnic would be the best thing to celebrate the senior classās accomplishments. The school bought checkered gingham blankets and baskets and everything with the overflow of money from the fundraiser, and the seniors are dining on the most fancy of foods - finger sandwiches and sunflower seeds. They have huge bowls filled to the brim with the hulls and various peopleās saliva because for some reason half of the school canāt spit properly.
Yangyang sits on a blanket with his friends, legs crossed and eyes closed as he enjoys his own tiny sandwiches and seeds. Hendery says something he doesnāt catch and the rest of the group laughs, making Yangyang open his eyes. Bad choice.
There, outlined by the sunlight, stands his crush, Y/N. Sheās gorgeous, more like a painting than a human, seemingly carved by an old master. He promptly chokes on the sunflower seeds he has in his mouth and his friends crowd around him trying to decide what to do.
āGive him CPR!ā
āYou idiot, thatās only if heās unconscious!ā
āHeimlich?ā
āIs that the one where you press under the ribcage?ā
āYouāre all so dumb.ā
This goes on for a few seconds while Yangyang panics and tries desperately to breathe until suddenly the pressure is gone. His airway is cleared and he laughs in relief, drawing their attention. Kun comes to make sure that heās okay and Yangyang eats another sandwich to prove that heās fine. Everything goes back to normal.
Itās just that heās not fine. He discovers this a week and a half later when he has to run to the bathroom and gag on small yellow flower petals. His chemistry teacher looks at him strangely when he comes back and tells him to wipe up the blood on his cheek, please. He looks in his selfie camera and sure enough, thereās a smear of red up from the corner of his mouth to his cheekbone - Heaven knows how it got there. He wipes it away quietly and tries to ignore the stares of other students for the rest of class. Itās a long lecture, and one that he barely participates in. He knows he can just use Sichengās notes later - in fact, his might be more legible than Yangyangās own. Sicheng is, as Mary Poppins would say, practically perfect in every way.
After class Sicheng walks up from where he sits on the other side of the room. āAre you feeling okay? Why was there blood on your face?ā
Yangyang takes him to the bathroom quietly and shows him the bloody flower petals in the trash can, and then for good measure coughs up another one. Sicheng goes paler than usual and he takes a deep breath before he speaks again. āIs it⦠Hanahaki?ā
Yangyang nods. He doesnāt have words. He knew, of course, that his crush was a little stronger than the average. But this, this he never expected. Hanahaki is a nearly extinct disease now, rare but still notorious. Heās heard the stories of people mysteriously growing flowers - often roses - in their lungs. They often start coughing up petals first, then suffocate and die once the flowers have fully grown and expanded into the personās airway. Itās a horrific way to die. The only cure is your crush falling in love with you in return (how much like Beauty and the Beast this is, Yangyang thinks bitterly) or an extremely difficult and expensive surgery. Either way, Yangyang knows that his timer is counting down - he can neither afford a surgery nor think of any way to make her fall in love with him. The seconds lengthen and suddenly heās crying against Sichengās shoulder, unable to keep it in.
Heās going to die.
ā¾:Ū:ā½
In the end, Yangyang thinks that the only way he has even a fighting chance is to get a job. He knows that a basic job at minimum wage wonāt get him even close to enough for the surgery in time, so he goes to the only person he can think of that would have enough money to help him - Y/N. Heās standing in front of her front door, having obtained the address from Ten, who once did a project with her. Heās afraid to ring the doorbell, rehearsing his pleading speech in his head. If she turns him away, he canāt think of anywhere else to go. This is quite literally his last chance at life.
He rings the doorbell before he loses his nerve and stands there anxiously, hands behind his back. He wore his good clothes in an effort to impress her, but heās not sure if itāll work. After all, his āgood clothesā are a too-small dress shirt and a pair of pants made to look like slacks even though theyāre not. He knows that just her back patio has furniture worth more money than his entire house.
Eventually, as heās about to walk away in defeat, the door opens. A man in a suit stands there, looking dignified and put together in a way Yangyang thinks would be impossible for him to pull off. The man beckons him in and walks briskly down the hall.
āWould you like some tea while you wait in the parlor, sir?ā
Yangyang, distracted by a painting of a field on the wall, answers late. āYes, that would be great! Thank you. May I, uh, speak to Y/N?ā
āThe mistress is in her quarters. I shall let her know she has a visitor. Would you tell me your name?ā
āOh, itās Yangyang. I went to the same school as her.ā
The man nods and walks out of the room through a different door than he came in through and Yangyang lowers himself slowly onto the couch. Itās so soft, and the whole room is such an expression of money⦠If only sheāll agree to sponsor his surgery, he knows Y/N can afford it.
When the man returns, itās with a pot of tea and a mug. Yangyang is in the middle of admiring the chandelier when he comes in, and he hurriedly sits down, but the man appears unfazed. āThe mistress will be down as soon as she is done with her work.ā
Yangyang canāt think of what work she would be doing, but he resigns himself to sitting and waiting more. The tea is actually quite good, and he enjoys a cup of it in the silent room until his phone dings.
Ten-ge
so
did u do it
Yangx2
i dont know yet
she didnt come down yet
Ten-ge
dude
itās been like half an hour since you texted me
that was when you got there
Yangx2
i know
the butler said she was coming tho
Ten-ge
k
just lemme know how it goes
Yangx2
k
He puts his phone away and takes another sip of the tea. Itās cooled a bit so that itās not as pleasant, but it still tastes good. He probably canāt afford whatever it is, though. Thatās what heās thinking about when the door opens and Y/N walks in, towering over him because of how squashy the couch is. It looks like sheās stressing over something. Sheās not even dressed up or makeup-ed like usual. He idly wonders how it is that she manages to look breathtaking anyway. His chest aches.
āWhat are you doing in my house?ā she demands.
Wow. Great start. āI- I have hanahaki,ā he stutters out.
āSo?ā
āI need a job, a well-paying job. Iām willing to work hard for it, but I need money quickly.ā
āSo youāre a gold digger?ā
āWhat? No! I want to work for you. Please. Youāre my only hope. I need to get the surgery.ā
She rolls her eyes. āListen, whatever your name is-ā
Sheās cut off by her mother, walking past the open door. āY/N. Be polite,ā she snaps. āWhatās going on?ā Sheās a stately woman, not tall but not short, and dressed as though sheās on her way out or just coming back from an event.
āMother, this guy from school just came here to beg for a job,ā Y/N complains. Yangyang winces at her tone. It truly seems like she hates him in particular. His chest twitches again and he resists the urge to cough. Uh oh.
Her mum turns to Yangyang. āWhat exactly were you thinking of doing here? We already have servants aplenty.ā
He racks his brains for something heās capable of doing. āI can help with anything school related, and really, Iām willing to do anything. I really need the money for my surgery.ā
āSurgery?ā She raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
āFor Hanahaki disease, maāam. I have sunflowers growing in my lungs.ā
āThen Iām sure weāll be able to find something for you. My aunt died from Belladonna in her lungs, you know. Dreadful way to die. Belladonna is poisonous on top of the usual Hanahaki symptoms.ā
Y/N sputters in the parlor behind the two of them as her mother takes Yangyang for a brief tour of the main section of the house. Their family really is just swimming in money, he can see it in the carpet, in the paintings on the walls, in the sheer size of the family mansion. Money is everywhere. When the tour is concluded, her mum shows Yangyang back to the front door and gets his number so that she can text him (or, more likely, the butler or some other servant will text him) about job times.
āYou might not be able to do much, but Iāll do what I can to get you work. Of course I canāt just give you money, it doesnāt grow on trees, but Iām sure you can make enough quickly enough. Sunflowers are edible, at least. Might let you live that much longer. It was nice meeting you, Yangyang.ā
āYou too, maāam. Thank you for this opportunity.ā
āOh it was nothing, really.ā
Then he is pushed out the front door and onto the front walkway, and breathes out a sigh of relief. He knows that without her mumās help, he never wouldāve gotten the job. Mostly he just hopes that she treats him okay while he works for her. He knows that heās not on the same social level as her, but hopefully she wonāt flaunt it.
Frankly, he doesnāt have high hopes. When he leaves, he throws up more petals, bigger ones than last week, into a spare grocery bag in his car and groans. This is going to be hard. He drives away once heās stored the bag in the footwell of the passenger seat. His throat aches subtly, and his heart throbs sadly.
ā¾:Ū:ā½
The first time he comes to the mansion for work, heās outfitted with the same outfit as the rest of the staff and shown by what appears to be the head housekeeper what heāll be doing. She mutters something about being too busy to help, and if he needs assistance to find somebody else. Itās pretty simple, heās just cleaning a spare bathroom this afternoon. Still, heās getting paid twenty dollars an hour, so heāll drag this out as long as he can and make sure he does a good job.
Making the job last a while isnāt an issue, he discovers. There are at least a dozen different bottles, scrubbies, cloths, and wipes in the cleaning bucket heās given, and finding what they all do takes him at least twenty minutes. Nobody comes to check on him, so he just keeps chugging along. He looks up how to clean a jacuzzi tub on Google and follows the instructions there, using things conveniently placed in the cleaning bucket. At least he knows heās doing something right.
That takes up the rest of the first hour, and he moves on to the shower tiles. Thereās a checklist of everything that needs to be cleaned with his supplies, which is fantastic because he knows that otherwise heād never have thought of cleaning the shower head (another thing he uses Google to learn to do).
Y/N walks in while heās cleaning the toilet and leans against the doorframe. He pauses in his work, wondering what could have possibly brought her here. He doesnāt expect her to help him, at any rate. She looks stunning as always, even dressed in nothing more than sleepwear, a t-shirt and shorts. Itās not much, but his lungs throbs and he canāt help the slight wheeze on his out breaths.
āSeriously?ā is the first word out of her mouth. How nice. āHow long does it take you to clean a bathroom?ā
āI had never cleaned a jacuzzi before, I had to use Google! Plus, cleaning a bathroom this big isnāt easy. Have you ever tried?ā
Her eyes seem to flash in the lighting. āI have servants for that, people like you whose families canāt get it together.ā
āWhat? My family is perfectly together. Itās just that we arenāt filthy rich.ā
āSure. My family is perfectly together as well, and we are filthy rich. So your family must have done something wrong.ā
All Yangyang can do is gape at her. Her logic is so off, and so⦠entitled. Why did he have to fall for her of all people? His breaths still wheeze, and he wonders if itāll be like that the entire time heās working for her.
āAnyway,ā Y/N continues, āI just came up here to make sure you were working and not ripping my parents off. It looks like youāre trying, at the very least.ā She wrinkles her nose. āEven if you are underqualified for the job. I donāt know why Mother even hired you in the first place. Sheās going soft, I guess.ā
She pushes herself off of the doorframe and turns around. āGet back to work, Mister Liu.ā His name is said in a sneer that he can hear in her voice, but it still makes his heart skip a beat. She knows what his name is. His whole name. He returns to the toilet with renewed vigor.
ā¾:Ū:ā½
Another week passes and he comes in to do small tasks, each day dragging by and yet reminding him that his clock is counting down the days. He is invited back that Saturday to work. Apparently the family is having some sort of social gathering, and heās expected to serve food there. Itās really not a difficult job, he discovers, he just has to carry the tray with both hands and not make eye contact unless someone speaks to him.
He wanders aimlessly through the crowd of overdressed people with the teeny appetizers on his tray. He doesnāt even know what theyāre called, the appetizers, just that theyāre good. He snuck one just to see what they were at one point and thoroughly enjoyed it. He still doesnāt get whatās up with rich people and tiny food, though. He would have to eat more than ten of whatever these are to feel as though he had eaten anything in the first place.
At some point something important must be happening (Yangyang zoned out after a while and has no idea whatās going on) because the crowd parts to the sides of the room and lights that he didnāt notice appear in the ceiling, pointing to the main staircase going up from the front room to the rest of the house. He follows the rest of the staff to the back of the room and watches as Y/N descends. His breath catches in his throat, and he truly canāt tell if itās because of the sunflowers or the fact that she looks radiant. Her dress looks fantastic against her skin, and her makeup looks like that of an idol, absolutely stunning. He canāt stop staring and gets lightly scolded when the rest of the staff move through a pair of doors to prepare the dining room for the crowds of people and he doesnāt notice. He peeks at her one last time, the picture of elegance, before he gets swept away by the other waiters.
He helps make sure that everything is in place before the guests come in and then steps obediently to the side when the people stream in, finding their place cards and sitting down, starting new conversations with their neighbors. It seems that everyone is happily seated, and the staff jumps into action. Roast birds are brought out, side dishes are ladled, drinks are poured, and the room instantly transforms from a place to sit into a place to enjoy good food and drink with friends. Or at least, Yangyang assumes theyāre all friends. Nobody looks unhappy, at least.
The lady of the hour, Y/Nās mum, sits at the head of the table, with Y/N at her left side. Her father sits across from her, and sheās surrounded by people who clamour for her attention. Yangyang watches as she takes a carefully cut piece of green bean and chews it thoughtfully. It sort of looks as though sheās trying to buy herself time. He bristles as the man sitting next to her presses into her space. She looks awfully uncomfortable, and Yangyang wishes he could protect her, but thereās not a lot that he can do from this position.
Unbidden, the sunflower petals come up again, and he coughs as quietly as he can manage. One of the other waiters looks at him strangely, but he otherwise goes unnoticed and breathes out a sigh of relief. Or at least, he tries. The sigh causes his throat to itch again, and he can tell the exact moment that his gag reflex is activated. He holds his thumbs tightly, a trick he learned to help with nausea. It doesnāt help though, he canāt get it to go away. He doubles over and loses track of whatās happening around him, trying to focus on keeping the flowers and bile down.
The next thing he registers is hands on his arms, leading him somewhere. Thereās a voice muttering next to him and he struggles to understand what itās saying on top of the pressure in his throat.
ā-donāt know where to take you, I guess a bathroom? You look like youāre about to throw your guts up.ā Itās Y/Nās voice, he realizes with a start, and that just confuses him even more. Since when has she cared about him enough to leave a gathering for him? Actually, since when has she cared for him at all? āI bet nobody will come looking for us in the back guest suite, we havenāt done anything with those rooms for a while. I hope itās clean.ā
She leads him through hallways and thereās distant yelling but all he can focus on is keeping his mouth closed and the feeling of her grip on his bicep, strong and in charge. Eventually she drags him into a tiled room and puts him in front of the toilet. Then she bends down (how, in all of those layers of fabric, he has no idea) to his level and waves her hand in front of his face to get him to focus on her.
āHey, dude, are you all right?ā
He nods as best as he can and then turns to the toilet and hurls up petal after petal. After a while blood comes up too with the force of it all, and with everything being coughed up, his gag reflex activates as well. That one tiny appetizer that he had comes up, and then he just dry heaves for a while. Y/N rubs his back during it and heās grateful for her presence, because heās sure he wouldāve lost his mind by now if he were alone. He didnāt know she could be such a comforting presence, and he can hardly draw parallels between this version of her and the one who yelled at him for entering the house a few weeks ago.
Once the urge to heave is gone and he can breathe at least somewhat normally, he sits back and flushes the toilet. Y/N grabs a paper cup from somewhere in the room and gives him some water, which he gratefully takes and sips from.
āIām sorry I didnāt believe you,ā comes a soft murmur from his left. āI really thought that you were just trying to get easy money, I didnāt realize how bad it can get. I didnāt realize how horrific it is. I know thatās stupid of me. I get why youāre so desperate now. And Iām sorry for insulting your family, too. That was wrong of me, for many reasons.ā
āItās-ā his voice breaks and he takes another sip of the water. āWell, itās not exactly okay, but I appreciate the apology. And, yāknow, all of this.ā He waves a hand around, indicating the room in general.
āOh itās no problem. You helped me get away from Mister Whatās-his-name anyway. He can come on so strongly. Iām glad I could spend time with you instead.ā
Yangyang feels his heart twist in a new way. Not in the way hanahaki warps his insides, and certainly not the way that his crush made him feel. More like⦠comfort. He feels safe in this bathroom with her, even if his tailbone is going numb and thereās no way that sheās comfortable either.
āWho is Mister Whatās-his-name anyway? Why was he all up in your business?ā
āOh, heās a partner of my dadās, I think. Iām pretty sure they made some sort of deal that includes permission to try and court me? But heās a bit old and a bit⦠well. Heās the sort of man who has never heard the word ānoā in his life.ā She winces and Yangyang wishes he could just reach over and hug her, but heās not sure if thatās allowed in this sort of situation. Heās still not sure if she actually cares for him at all, or if she used him as an excuse to get away from this man that she clearly doesn't like. Either way, heās just glad sheās comfortable.
āIām sorry,ā he offers. She smiles, a weak thing that doesnāt come even close to her happy smile. Yangyang would know, heās watched her smile at school for at least a year, and the glow of that is one hundred times more powerful than this imitation.
āItās fine. The life of a woman, no?ā The laugh that follows is full of pain and has an undercurrent of anger.
āIt shouldnāt be. You of all people should be free to love a person who cares about you, man or no.ā
āThank you, Yangyang.ā
Heās about to respond when thereās a knock on the bathroom door, and Y/N stands up to get it with a small groan, rearranging her dress around her legs. She opens the door to another one of the servants. āMiss, youāre needed in the dining room for a toast and celebration of your graduation. Mister Liu, are you feeling well enough to come back?ā
She groans and nods, reaching back to help Yangyang stand up. He takes her hand and relishes in the warmth of it. It makes him feel good that sheāll willingly touch him now. āWeāre both feeling lovely, unfortunately.ā
Y/N leads him back until he sees the doorway heās meant to use and he thanks her again. She brushes it off, but he tries to make her understand just how much it meant that she would come for him. That she cared. He canāt find the words that he wants to use, but she just smiles and walks into the dining room, already apologizing to the guests profusely for leaving so suddenly. Her voice fades as Yangyang walks into the kitchen and is immediately given the rest of the night off once heās explained what happened. He tries to say that heās fine now, but the head cook pushes him out and a different staff member walks him to the front door.
āTake care, Mister Liu.ā
āThank you.ā
ā¾:Ū:ā½
The next time heās texted is from an unknown number.
Unknown ID
Hey yangyang :)
Itās Y/N, my mum gave me your number
Can you come over on Saturday morning? My parents are coming home on Sunday and I need your help cleaning up the house since they gave the rest of the staff the weekend off
Yangx2
yeah totally
what time
Y/N <3
I think 8
Yangx2
cool see u then
He spends the next few minutes freaking out because she has his number and she texted him and he just canāt believe how things are progressing. A few weeks ago she never would have even talked to him, and now heās being invited, not by her mother, but by her, over to her house.
On Saturday morning he wakes up bright and early and eats a full breakfast to make sure that he can work all morning if she needs him to. Then he drives himself over to her house and takes a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. He checks his watch, congratulating himself on being right on time. Nobody answers, so he tries the front door hesitantly. Itās open, which seems suspicious, but he walks in anyway.
The room is an absolute mess. It hardly seems like the same house as the one he served tiny appetizers at. There are drink glasses and red solo cups all over the place, and heās starting to get an inkling of what happened here last night. People are passed out in every room he enters, and the front parlorās couch is piled with at least four bodies. They all look like theyāre still alive, which he counts as a plus. Upstairs, clothes are strewn about, and he only cracks open doors to closed bedrooms to see whatās inside. At the first sight of a dropped shirt (or other article of clothing) he closes each door again, unwilling to see the people inside and how much or how little they might be wearing.
He progresses through the house, only the private family wing appearing untouched. The paintings are still straight on the walls here, and nobody is laying on the carpet. Itās still and silent, like a house should be at eight AM on a Saturday morning. He peeks into some of the rooms just to make sure that thereās nobody there. There isnāt, at least until he comes to a room in the far back. Itās the last one, and he barely takes a cursory glance before blinking and coming fully into the room.
The blinds are drawn, but he can see a walk-in closet, a dresser, a vanity, a couch, a desk with a monitor on it, and a TV in the dim lighting. Thereās also a queen-size bed, one with a little sleeping lump on it that he really really hopes is Y/N. He walks slowly and gazes happily down at her sleeping features. She looks so peaceful, face lax and breathing even. He figures that it would be a shame to wake her up, so he leaves the room quietly and walks back to the main floor, where most of the people are sleeping.
He starts rousing them from their slumber, some simply refusing to and rolling over before falling back asleep. Thatās fine, he knows theyāll leave eventually. For the most part, he gets everyone up and leaving, all of them complaining about their hangovers. A few run into the nearest bathroom to empty their stomachs, but itās a blessedly small percentage. He doesnāt recognize any of them.
Once the people on this floor are gone, he gets to work. He absolutely refuses to go looking for the people in the guest rooms, so he just has to hope that they get up on their own before he has to clean that wing of the house.
He starts in the kitchen, putting bottles of liquors heās only heard of in passing and ones he canāt pronounce in a black trash bag he finds under the sink. Then he goes through the rooms, collecting spare red solo cups and the occasional confetti spray. He moves methodically through the rooms, cleaning up what he can and avoiding the heavy sleepers that he couldnāt get to leave. There are three of them, and he just leaves them be. Better not to rouse a sleeping bear. In one of the back parlors (a less prominent one, it has less expensive things in it, he thinks) he finds a broken window and winces. Thatās not going to be easy to fix before tomorrow.
Heās just finishing rearranging the furniture when Y/N comes down the stairs, still rubbing sleep from her eyes. She doesn't look nearly as hungover as the other people he chased out, which heās thankful for. Sheāll be a better cleaning buddy if sheās not in pain or needing to vomit.
She grabs a bowl of cereal and looks around at the clean kitchen.
āDid you clean the entire room?ā Her voice is rough with sleep and he loves that heās the first person to hear her speak today. Itās sort of intimate. He knows thatās just because he wants it to be intimate, but it makes him smile nonetheless.
āIām almost done with this floor, actually. I got here at eight like you said, and itās almost nine thirty now.ā
āOh wow, okay. Thank you so much. I canāt believe you did all of that by yourself.ā
āWell, you are paying me for this. Iām still willing to do just about anything.ā
Her grin almost hurts his eyes, itās so bright. āIāll hold you to that.ā
āHey!ā
She laughs and he relaxes. Yangyang can never resist her, and he knows it. As she finishes her cereal and puts the bowl in the sink, he follows her, and then she turns to face him. āIāll work on getting people out of the guest rooms, you start on the hallways. Okay?ā
He nods. āBefore we go up, though, you should see this.ā He leads her through the rooms until he finds the back parlor again, and gestures to the window.
āI thought that was a dream,ā she groans. āItās going to be a pain to get it fixed.ā
āI figured you should know about it sooner rather than later.ā
She nods, eyes still fixed on the splintered glass panes. āYeah. Thanks. Iāll call someone to come fix it, I guess.ā
Yangyang walks out of the room behind her, heading to the guest room to start cleaning up. He starts with the paintings knocked askew, putting the shards of broken wall decorations and such in another black trash bag. She comes up after a while.
āI called a guy to fix the window, he said he can be here later.ā
āDo you want me to stay? Just in case?ā
She gives him a long hard look and heās afraid that sheāll tell him off, but then a lovely small smile comes out. āSure, Yangyang. Thanks.ā
She starts opening doors to guest rooms, yelling into each one. āGet up! Cāmon guys, time to go! Ew, Jeremy, donāt do that. Okay, Caroline, time to go, yep. Sun is up, so are we! Letās go you guys!ā Yangyang, meanwhile, moves on to the carpet, finding a vacuum in one of the numerous linen closets. He finds some loose clothing and makes a lost and found pile. Heās surprised, frankly, that there arenāt any lost phones or other more important items. There is a condom on the floor though, thankfully unused.
Finally, when everyone is roused and gone, he moves on to the bathrooms. Y/N joins him after a while, helping to scrub stains and generally put everything back in place. Itās nice, the two of them working in tandem. She isn't talking much, so he doesnāt either, and itās a comfortable sort of silence.
Once theyāre done, she invites him to have lunch with her and the two of them eat, getting to know each other. He knew this whole time, of course, that he was in love with her, but spending time with her like this makes his whole body warm in a way that heās unfamiliar with. It reminds him of how he felt on the floor of the bathroom with her: safe.
After lunch they clean the back patio, which is surprisingly untouched. The window guy comes and goes, and Yangyang sits with her in her room, now with the curtains opened to let light stream in onto the floor.
āYou know whatās weird?ā he asks.
āWhatās that?ā
āI havenāt had a hanahaki episode all day. I havenāt even had trouble breathing like I have been recently. Itās strange.ā
āThat is weird. Maybe you fell out of love with whoever it is? I read up on hanahaki and I think thatās possible. Maybe the sunflowers died or something.ā
He nods, but only because what sheās saying makes sense. He knows he didnāt fall out of love though. āWell, maybe I donāt need to work for you anymore, then? I mean the money is nice but my other job pays less⦠sporadically.ā
āIf that makes you happy, sure. More money for us, I guess. Until next time, then?ā She gives him a loose hug and his heart flutters.
āUntil next time. Thank you for everything, Y/N.ā
She beams at him, although he thinks thereās an undercurrent to her smile that isnāt as happy as it was a few minutes ago.
āNo problem Yangyang. Iāll walk you to the front door.ā
He thinks he could probably walk around her house blindfolded at this point - heās been everywhere cleaning things - but he allows her to lead him to the front door anyway. Itās just a few more moments in her presence, but he relishes in it. Y/N waves to him as he walks down the front walkway, and then she closes the door. He canāt help feeling as though heās made a big mistake, but surely itās fine. Heāll be fine. The flowers are (possibly) dead, and heās free to only work one job. Nevermind that he misses her already, knowing that there might not ever be another text sent from her to him or vice versa.
ā¾:Ū:ā½
The next evening itās raining - no, pouring - when Yangyang gets into his car and prepares to drive back to her house. After dinner he had a worse episode. It appears that the sunflowers have grown more, because he now has the ability to spit out sunflower seeds on top of the scratchy flower petals and stems. He almost envies people who get softer plants like roses, until he realizes that roses have thorns. He canāt imagine that thorns are any more pleasant; theyāre probably worse. They also probably take longer to flower, though. Sunflowers grow so big, so fast, in comparison. Daisies, maybe? That pretty purple one that his neighbor is growing? Those are small.
He coughs up more petals while he drives, the lines on the road blurring under the water outside the car and the tears in his eyes. The whole time he wonders if heāll even make it, if he wonāt just suffocate on the way over. He doesnāt even know if Y/Nās home, for goodness sake. He hopes so, because heās definitely done for if he canāt see her. He can feel it.
The next batch of petals comes up with blood on them, dripping from his bottom lip onto the pile of coughed-up items in his lap. He had the foresight to put another plastic grocery bag in his car after he threw out the last one, and heās thankful for that now as he coughs more. There are tears streaming down over his cheeks and he canāt even wipe them away. All of his attention is on driving and coughing up as much as he can so that he doesnāt start asphyxiating.
When he finally arrives at her house, he dashes up the front walkway and rings the doorbell like a madman, hoping against hope that sheāll answer the door.
Heās almost surprised when she does open it, jumping backwards before turning away and coughing more petals into a bush out front.
āYangyang?ā her voice is panicked, filled with more emotion than heās ever heard from her. āWhatās going on?ā He has blood on his shirt, and probably some on his face too, but he canāt find it in himself to care. When he speaks, his voice is rough and his throat aches. Thereās a sort of pressure at the bottom of his trachea, and it doesnāt like how it feels at all.
āRelapse,ā he grunts. āHelp.ā
Heās thankful that she has the presence of mind to lead him into a bathroom, ignoring the servants swarming the two of them. Theyāre just trying to help, but Yangyang knows they wonāt be able to do anything. The only one who could possibly help him is her, his love. Once sheās locked the door behind her, she rubs his back as he coughs up more into the trash can. For reasons unknown, itās mostly seeds now, falling from his throat like some sort of black mold. He supposes that the flowers have had the same approximate results as a mold, just with more breathing issues.
After a while the flow of them slows enough for him to sit back against the wall. āIām sorry,ā he murmurs. āI didnāt know where to go.ā
She shakes her head. āItās okay. I⦠I think I get it now. It was me all along, wasnāt it? Thatās why it stopped hurting you so much while we were together. I started⦠I started to fall for you, and somehow⦠somehow the flower knew it. It stopped growing for a while, thatās the only explanation for how much better you were feeling. And then yesterday, we said weād stop seeing each other, and I guess the Hanahaki didn't like that much. So you started throwing up again. And, uh, now weāre here. And I⦠Well, I sort of fell in love with you too, somewhere along the line.ā
Yangyang takes in her earnest expression, the spot of blood on her shirt that he doesnāt remember getting there. He doesnāt know what to say. All of this time pining after her, and suddenly sheās fallen for him too? Itās too much to ask, too much to hope for; her face says that itās true anyway. His voice is scratchy and shredded when he speaks, a byproduct of the seeds that ravaged his throat. āReally? You actually mean it?ā
āCross my heart and hope to die,ā she says resolutely.
It surprises both of them when Yangyang crumbles forward into her lap, head landing between her arms. āI canāt kiss you ācause I have blood in my mouth,ā he mutters, voice muffled where itās squished into her thigh, ābut I really want to.ā
āThe feeling is mutual. Letās get you cleaned up first though, yeah? I can find you some clean clothes and let you use this shower.ā
āSure. Thank you, Y/N.ā
āNo problem.ā
She leaves the room after helping him stand up and he finds some spare shower materials in the closet, so he pulls them out. A generic shampoo, bodywash, and an incredibly soft and fluffy towel that he almost feels bad for touching. Itās decadent. He puts everything in the shower and she comes back with some spare clothes.
āWill these fit you?ā
Yangyang holds the shirt up to his body and nods happily, even though itās several sizes too big, and then holds up the sweatpants. He looks down, trying to gauge their size, and all of a sudden his throat constricts. He canāt process whatās happening; his love confessed! The flower should be dead! He should be fine!
āYangyang?ā Her voice cuts through the panicked fuzz in his head.
āCan't breathe,ā he wheezes.
āWhat?ā She drops the shirt in her arms and rushes forward, nearly dragging him out of the bathroom and down the hallway. āHelp! Heās- heās choking! Mum, call the ambulance! Heās got to get the surgery, right now!ā
All Yangyang can do as he is manhandled out front and frantically encouraged to keep breathing is stare at Y/N. Maybe itās the lack of oxygen going to his brain, but he thinks that she looks even more amazing like this, worried about him. Itās sort of what he wanted all along, isnāt it? Maybe not for her to be in a panic over him, but for her to care about him. He thinks, even as he runs out of air, that heās happy to die right now if it means that he gets to be cared for by her.
The last thing that he registers is the distant scream of a siren and her desperate, incoherent mumbling.
ā¾:Ū:ā½
Later on, Yangyang can never figure out how they kept him alive long enough to do the surgery. The sunflower was already dead since Y/N had confessed, but it had still shifted and blocked his air passage, which was why he had passed out. She had rushed him to the emergency room by ambulance and the nurses had somehow gotten the head of the flower out of his trachea before he died from lack of air. Afterwards she was sitting in strained silence in the waiting room, waiting for him to come out, or for one of the doctors or nurses to proclaim that the worst had happened.
She couldnāt stomach the thought, she told him later. It hurt her to even consider having him suddenly ripped from her by something that was, in a way, her fault.
āItās not your fault. At all. In any way.ā
āWell, I donāt know. If I had just realized my feelings earlier, you might not have started suffocating, and you wouldnāt have had to go through that.ā
āFalling in love takes time. I donāt blame you at all.ā
āYou should.ā
āI wonāt.ā
āBut-ā
āNope. I love you, and you love me, and everyoneās okay now. You need to stop feeling guilty about something that was out of your control. You know you would say the same to me.ā
A huff. āTrue.ā
She walks him slowly out of the hospital, and he feels weak because the stance sheās taken indicates an inability for him to take care of himself. Heās fine! It was his lungs that had the surgery, not his legs! Still, he lets her hold him next to her, and he smiles because she cares for him. He still canāt get over that. He wasnāt sure that she even had it in her to love someone outside of herr close (rich) friends, but here they both were, him alive and her worrying over his health.
It's almost more than he ever hoped for. Almost. He still wants a son, if only because he made a bet with Ten years ago that he would be the first to have a son, but heās aware that both of them are too young to give a baby the love he wants to give it. They just graduated high school a few weeks ago, after all. And he obviously has to ask her what she plans to do in the future before anything else happens.
But he would very much like to have a son someday.
Heās drawn out of his thoughts by Y/N opening her car door and helping him into it, even going so far as to carefully strap him in. He lets her, aware that sheās just worried that heāll relapse. He doesnāt think he will, though. After an excruciatingly boring two weeks in the hospital, heās doing a lot better. His mum came to see him whenever she got off of work, and his older sister came in to bring him food and things to entertain him in the painfully white blankness of his recovery room.
Y/N had offered to pay for the entire surgery and hospital stay, but Yangyang insisted upon at least using what he had stored up from working for her family. She had let him, but he suspected that it was only so that he would feel better about it. He knows that she could easily support him for the rest of his life. If all goes well, thatās exactly what he was hoping for. Obviously heāll get his own job, but he wanted to live with her for as long as he could, regardless of whether itās in her mansion or his small family apartment, or somewhere to call his own.
Before she draws away, she gives him a hug, holding him loosely enough to make sure she doesn't hurt him but tightly enough that he knows sheās wanted to do this for a while. He lifts his own arms and holds her close. It feels like her soul is bared to him, and vice versa. Thereās pain in the hug, an unwillingness to let go, and an unspoken sentence: I love you.
End.
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lol happy late one year anniversary peachy family <3 thanks for being there for me during the summer and i love yāall a lot. tyty <3 i know yāall arenāt even active on tumblr but yāall come on once in a while so hehe. itās also short but being with people for a year and a day is too many emotions to put into words.
remember when we used to post 1 month, 2 months, etc? I canāt even believe besties and I got to ONE YEAR! There are no words to explain how much I love these ppl I canāt even begin, but what is there to say to the ppl who u love the most? Itās weird thinking Iāve really never met these ppl irl, but ig thatās the power of online friends. They know more abt me than a lot of my irl friends. Iāve always wanted nctzen friends. Iāve always wanted someone to fangirl w and get close to that I didnāt have to feel like I was hiding a part of myself due to fear of how the other would react. I got way more than what I originally planned out of that gc. Ik itās cheesy to say, but I wanted friends, and I got a family. No really, I feel like their mother since we were basically abandoned by our own. Ik there are times when we arenāt active, and thereās a lot of inactive ppl just in general, but the main ppl are there and thatās all that matters. Iām so happy Iāve gotten to see our friendships blossom. Iām happy for the video calls, the late night chats, the fights, the hard times, the TMIās, the inside jokes, the app moves, the new members, the church zoom calls, and everything in between. And should I bring up ITS BEEN A YESR SINCE I MET GRACE??? OH MY GOD! Yes grace gets her own shoutout bc sheās the loml. I fr wanna run away w her, I absolutely adore her, and everyone else in the chat. I am honored I get to be there with you all in those moments, Iām honored I get to rant to u abt history, and womenās rights. Iām honored we get to scream abt new songs and pictures, and Iām completely honored that we have moved past being together for NCT and Jaehyunās bellybutton, and are something completely bigger than that. Who could have imagined that we would get to this? Not me:) ig what Iām trying to say in all of this is, happy anniversary guys, I love u all<3
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