Warnings: mentioning of declining health of side character, main protagonist is expressing their fears over it.
Word count: 659
Authorβs Note: I wrote this back in January, when this situation happened to calm myself down from the fright of it all. Naturally, this piece is a little personal.
Jinyoung barely had a moment to react, and yet he did so instinctively. Catching you before you knocked both of you to the ground, he went to laugh and asked why you were so greedy for his embrace, only to stop himself when he felt your body shudder.
Instantly, he was on red alert. βY/N, whatβs wrong?β
βNeed you,β came out with a choked sob, and Jinyoung rearranged his hold on you.
He pulled you firmly against him, caging your shaking body so you felt protected and safe. And that was enough to unleash your emotions. It killed him to have no clue why you had entered his home and ran to him like this. He wanted to rage in your honour, ask who did this to you, uncover every little detail so he could put together a plan. So he could be the one to solve this and never let it make you break like this again.
But as he continued to hold you, rocking your body and letting out soothing noises, his mind came down from the height it had gone to.
Jinyoung had been working late yesterday and into the early hours of today, which wasnβt unusual for him, and he had almost sent you a message out of habit but realised the time was late. He remembered frowning when he had seen your last active time stamp to be after one am, yet he considered you probably had struggled to sleep and then fallen into slumber eventually.
But now he wasnβt so sure. What had kept you up so late into the night? He had his suspicions, and you finally confirmed them a moment later. βShe fell.β
βHow?β
βIβm not sure. I was in bed and woke to a loud bang. I thought it was one of the cats and went to check, but the TV had crashed into the wall and she was completely dazed,β you said quietly, not objecting when Jinyoung gently led you to the couch and pressed you down until you sat before he crouched down in front of you.
βSheβs completely fine, well, a few bruises are going to come up, but I was just so scared. I keep having these moments where I get complacent with Mumβs illness and then she declines and something like this happens and I justββ Tears welled in your eyes and he reached forward to brush them aside, your watery gaze connecting with his. βItβs only going to get worse.β
βWith time. Your mother has plenty of time still.β
βI feel like Iβm going out of my mind. I could barely sleep worrying something would happen as she rested. Iβve made plans to move my things out to the study nook so I can be right there if she needs me. Iβm going to have to monitor her closely. It all feels so overwhelming.β
βYou should have rung me. I would have come over immediately. β
You sighed, nodding softly. βI wanted you there.β
βYou needed me,β he corrected, and you nodded a second time.
βI always need you. I worry the strain Iβm holding will end up breaking you when I lean on you.β
Slapping a shoulder, Jinyoung cracked a grin. βWhy do you think I built these up?β
It delighted him when a small, exasperated smile curled up your lips. βYou fool.β
βYou need me at any time of the day or night, and you know Iβll be there.β
βReally?β
βWhat are boyfriends for if they canβt promise that?β
βTo look pretty and carry heavy things?β You pretended to ponder, and Jinyoung tsked loudly before reaching for your hands, rubbing the coolness out of them.
βI donβt ever want to let you stress to the point of crashing into me like that again. But if it does happen, Iβll catch you, okay?β
βYouβll catch me?β you repeated, eyes wide with emotion.
His throat felt tight as he nodded. βEvery damn time.β
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She would catch them all. String them around herself like pearls. Carrying them until the end.
The end of what?
She didnt knew.
She didnt asked.
She never wondered what would be the porpuse of it all.
She stretched out a hand.
Stretched out the minute, the hour, the day. Herself morphed into a beautiful spiral that could hold the entire universe.
"I will hold you all", she whispered. "You are mine and I am yours."
Something tucked at her.
Something was loose.
Something ran away from her.
"No!"
She was loosing them.
The small creatures in her universe. They were dissapearing.
Like little lights snuffed out by⦠what?
She didnt know.
She did wonder.
So she ran.
Ran towards the lights.
Trying to catch them before it was to late.
There went another one.
Out.
And another over there.
She turned around. The seconds around her clinking against each other like glass.
"What is happening?"
Time spun around herself, twisting in agony.
Then she felt it.
A heavy presence like darkness itself.
"Who goes there?"
"Death."
Time turned.
And Death stared her right in the face.
He was breathtaking.
Time felt herself grew still.
His cloak was a wide embrace, the eyes a sea of understanding, behind him lay the path to every secret in the universe.
"Why are you taking them?" Time asked.
"That is what I am created for."
"But why now?"
Death smiled at her kindly. "You didnt notice me before?"
Time had no patience.
She had everything in the world but not an answer to him.
And it annoyed her.
He leaned closer, his words a brush against her skin.
"I have always been here. The same way you have always been here."
A rush of heat made Time blush.
How could she have not noticed him?
How could she have been so blind?
How could she keep on running?
The seconds around her grew warm.
She clung to them.
"You cant have this."
Death smiled.
"Not this, Time." he gestured to her seconds. "But we will meet again."
He left her.
Taking his mysterys with him.
Time ran a finger along her seconds and counted them.
Not one was missing.
She kept counting.
She kept wondering.
She kept walking towards⦠what?
Slowly first. One step after the other. The minutes coming harder to her.
Days stretched into eternity as Time was deep in thought.
She wanted to run again.
But she couldn't.
For the first time she felt lonely.
Death ever present in her thoughts.
Would he come for her again?
Would she be better prepared?
Would he take her with him?
Time had felt her essence shake.
The lights went out.
But new lights were born.
It was a ever going dance.
She stilled next to a flickering light.
Flickering. Like Death was near.
"Have you come to terms with me?" asked his voice behind her.
She turned and pointed at the light.
"Give it one more second", she plucked the second from herself and offered it to him.
"It will change nothing."
"It could change everything."
"I will not have it", he shook his head. "I will not have you, Time. Not like this."
The words stunk her.
"No one has me", she ansered in anger. "I belong to know one."
"Time, it's up to you how difficult this will be."
She felt herself passing. The Second was slipping through her fingers.
"I dont understand you", she said.
"You dont have to", he said.
Gently he took her hand. The touch sent a spark through her. A shiver ran down her spin.
"Let go", he said gently. "You are suposse to run free. Dont hold yourself back like this."
"I dont know how?" she said. "Ever since i met you everything seems changed. Does it even matter what I do? You come and take it all away in the end."
His hand brushed her cheek and she saw a single tear on his fingertip.
Her tear.
"It does matter", he said. "It should matter. Let my existence not take away from your importance. That was never my intention."
Time closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.
"I dont want to run from you."
"No one said you should."
His kiss came as a surprise.
Just a gentle caress against her lips.
One breath of meaning and then he was gone.
But Time had seen him for what he was.
And she was not scared anymore.
Her heart was full.
Her mind was singing.
Her feet caught on and danced her through the days and months.
Death was near and she would dance for him.
The lights went out.
Time smiled.
She wasnt running out there to meet him.
She stepped slowly towards death.
"It seems that every path I take lets me to you."
His smile mirrored her own.
She spread her arms wide. "Catch me."
Time fell into his embrace and he spun her around.
"I got you", his eyes gleamed.
"Will you have me like this?"
"For all enternity."
She kissed him.
Every second of hers went still.
But she had found someone she could give herself to and he would take every last seconds of hers and treasure them until her end.
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This was inspired by a post on Instagramβ¦. A story prompt about time and death falling in love. Actually it goes on about their wedding and their triplets past, present, future. Maybe I will continue this one dayβ¦
#I love the hashtag women in STEM bc at first I thought they meant the rat π (via @sprotteswelt)
until you said that it never occurred to me that the woman in STEM was the scientist and not the rat. i was just like βhell yeah, this rat is a powerful woman pioneering lifesaving technologies as a rescue rangerβ
Warnings: light cursing, a ridiculous amount of fluff
Word Count: 2383
βIβm not going toββ
You hated when this happened. When the words that were rapidly firing off your tongue came to a sudden standstill before drying out where they faltered. There was no way they would come back and assist you in finishing your sentence. Not when the rest of your senses were floundering too.
Your eyes had rounded, allowing you to take in the scene before you as if you went from seeing in 240p right up to HD quality. Your nostrils flared a little, not to pick up a scent but to accommodate the inhalation of a deeper breath. Your ears were ringing in alarm, and your fingers curled up on themselves, fighting the urge to lurch out and grab a hold of this moment a little longer.
Your poor heart, now thudding loudly and drowning out the ringing in your ears, wouldnβt cope if you had even one more second of this.
Your brain, which had clocked off for a few minutes, seemed to make a shaky return to reality and started overfiring commands.
Breathe!
Swallow to moisten your mouth!!
Recover with the least amount of embarrassment!!!
If you werenβt so stuck in the hazardous situation of rebooting your system all at once, youβd laugh. There should be absolutely no reason that this physical reaction still happened. It wasnβt as if it were your first time seeing it. No, you had lost count of how much this had happened over the last year.
And yet, here you were, completely falling apart over a damn smile.
Hahaha actually I haven't heard Forever (or whatever it's called) yet. My "friend" (I may be disowning @tanithrea instead) has been trying to get me to watch it but I chose to live instead and then forgot about it π only to come on here and find her sending me Jaehyun gif sets and that's what spurred the story on. Because apparently he doesn't know how to put on a shirt and button it up π₯²
Anyway I didn't really jam with 2 Baddies but the Jaehyun parts made my eyes follow him so it's safe to say my bias love is still intact.
And now that I have:
1. Given Tani an inch, she's running miles with it so our group chat is 90% Jaehyun atm, and
2. Broken my "I can't write, I'm useless" monologue, in which I should be thankful to said friend for doing but now ideas are flooding again and I have zero time π
I've had ideas for Kihyun and Kyun of late but haven't gone to the efforts to write them so Jaehyun is rather pleased he broke my writing ban.
You know you wanted to it just needed a different kind of peach to break through those walls. Lol
Now we have established the βpeachβ problem πwe can run with it, and look how pretty he is! Uwu everyone thank Jaehyun for visiting Chelle and inspiring those writing muses. π₯³ππ»
Itβs a good thing, like the chat could be 90% paint drying but instead itβs moreβ¦
You love it. I love it. Who doesnβt love it! Lol hereβs to more of this! π₯³π€£πππ»π
See everyone, this is what happens in our chat often. I don't need to write anymore Jaehyun atm thank you, Tani. I'd love for you to blast your skills at another one of us in there so I don't have to murder you π
Itβs been fluctuating to a Hyungwon/Doyoung theme to attack @this-song-thats-only-for-you and really I need to send any and all shownu I find to @jackiejacks923 cause well itβs hard being a military wife when it feels like heβs been away for 5yrs already.
But the jaehyun was a crowd pleaser lol EVERYONE can appreciate this particular peach. Lol
If you havenβt yet ppl watch his silly velvet classy cover of βcanβt take my eyes off of youβ it will just make you feel all rom com soft and squishy.
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Warnings: brief mentioning of past torture / blood / curses and prophecies / this has fantastical characters such as demons, elves, and gods
Word count: 6466
A/N: Welcome to the third week of Frightful October. The theme is Demonology, and this is a continuation of my story last week set in the Enchanted Forest. It is also set in the King of Demons world.
This story could be read alone, but it has a lot of nuances from the previous story that you might wish for more information on.
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A lot of entities in Sheol underestimated his role as Gatekeeper. Whenever they approached the platform that he managed, BamBam could tell their emotions would be one of three things:
1.Β Β Β Β Β Shock and awe of the cascading lava waterfalls or bubbling pools that lined the pathways up to each gate.
2.Β Β Β Β Β Horror, because not everyone likes lava, BamBam included β it did melt exceptionally well, and he had had one too many run-ins with lava spikes over the centuries.
3.Β Β Β Β Β Disinterest in the Gatekeeper himself. Which was fine, he supposed. He wasnβt much to look at upon first glance. Much like any demon, he had decent enough looks, and if he didnβt smile too widely, no one would see the razor-sharp teeth in his mouth right away. His lithe body didnβt remarkably stand out as a weapon, and his good-natured ways often made people overlook how deadly he was.
Because the Gatekeeper was, in fact, dangerous. The King of Demons wouldnβt leave just any demon in charge of his dominion gates, and not anyone could master the precise nature of opening and closing them either. Some had to be routinely checked that they opened still, and others, well, it was better that no one ever entered them β not even BamBam. The Gatekeeper was an important role in Hell, and so many few respected it.
Frightful October 2022: Enchanted Forest: The Apothecary
Summary:Β Β Jihoon felt like he never fit in, until one day his hidden Fae magic finally revealed itself.
Characters:Β Lee Jihoon (Woozi) x Y/N (Reader)
Genre:Β Magical realm, fantasy, fae
A/N:Β Welcome to the second week of Frightful October 2022 : Enchanted Forest. I hope you enjoy this little story after so long away. Sorry for the delay. You can find @prettywordsyouleft story here.
Word count:Β 3,068
It started out like any other day in the small village of Mirthwood for Jihoon. He woke when the sun barely dusted the sky with its warm light, grabbing all the tools he needed quietly, as to not wake his family sleeping in the other rooms of the small cottage. He had done this so many times over the years that he hardly made a sound. Knowing where every loose, creaky floorboard would be and shifted his way around them accordingly.
Once he collected everything he needed, he quickly placed them all in his satchel, pulling it over his shoulders, making his way towards the front door leading out into the brisk morning air. Jihoon sighed heavily, his hands wrapping around the strap across his chest as he looked towards the sky.
This was his favourite time of day.
Not many of the villagers had left their homes yet, and he could feel a sense of peace washing over him in the early hours of the morning, away from their prying eyes. If his father had taught him anything, it was to take solitude in the silence between the chaos that was the life of a fae in the village of Mirthwood.
It didnβt take Jihoon long to travel down the dirt roads towards the centre of town, spying the apothecary across the square. Out of all the stores that filled the centre, this one was by far his favourite. Many of the Fae in the village only came into the store in search of a potion to solve a mishap, but Jihoon enjoyed taking his time within the walls. Every surface was covered from roof to floor in all types of flora and fauna. Anything you would need could be found here. The smells alone invited him in and took him on a journey away from his simple life.
Summary:Β Β Hyungwon was a dream keeper, giving his charges dreams for as long as he could remember. One day things changed when he accidentally put himself in your dreams.
Characters:Β Chae Hyungwon x Reader (small cameo from Jooheon)
Genre:Β Magic / Power of Dreams.
A/N: Welcome to the first week of Frightful October 2022 : Spellbound. I hope you enjoy this little story after so long away. You can find @prettywordsyouleft story here.
Word count:Β 1,976
Everything in Hyungwonβs life had a purpose, an order. He couldnβt remember what his life was like before he came here, he didnβt seem to mind that either. He knew what his life was meant for. He had trained and been chosen for such an important job; he made sure people on his charge list dreamt whilst they slept.
To anyone outside of this realm it would seem silly. No one kept dreams, the person who dreamt created them all on their own. To a point that was true, but it took a certain type of person to give inspiration, to create the little link between the person and their inner subconsciousβ desires and hopes.
Thatβs what dreams were.
He and many others had been given the task, and so his daily life was much the same. He clocked in at the start of his shift, and he spread the hope to everyone he needed to, making sure they had pleasant dreams, and more importantly, left the person with the desire to create and want more from their life.
He had always felt a sense of fulfilment and purpose, and so he never questioned anything when it came to his work. He spent many moments throughout his day making sure everything was perfect and catered to every charge he held within his list. His co-workers often praised him for his hard work and determination to make sure nothing went astray. Never in his time as a dream keeper had anything gone wrong, until now.
Pairing: Kim Mingyu x female reader + Lee Seokmin (ft. Lee Know from Stray Kids)
Genre: fluff / fantasy / magic
Warnings: magical kidnapping, compulsion (fae), magical entrapment, basically a lot of the things youβll read in a fantasy novel β everything is very whimsical.
Word count: 4686
A/N:Β Welcome to the first week of Frightful October. The theme is Enchanted Forest, and this is a continuation of my story last week set in Casaria.Β
This story couldΒ be read alone, but it has a lot of nuances from the previous story that you might wish for more information on.
The Kingβs Sorcerer | The Huntsman | Gatekeeper | The Secret LibraryΒ
Frightful October stories will be posted every Friday at 10am NZST for the month of October.
On the edge of the Enchanted Forest stood two men unlikely to be paired together in any other situation. You could tell their differences ran deeper than their clothing choices, though one could start there. The man on the right wore an embellishment of colours, and each item was detailed heavily with embroidery. The other had on sturdy boots and practical forest-coloured garb. An assortment of weapons both visible and concealed were the only things that adorned him. Indeed, they were unlikely pair to be travelling together, and yet, here they stood.
βWell, letβs get on with it then!β
βItβs not just any forest, Lord Seokmin,β the huntsman announced, side-eying his companion once more. The frivolous nod he gained in response only concerned him further. This nobleman had no understanding of the dangers ahead, even if Mingyu had spent some time explaining their plan in detail. They had travelled by carriage to the border of Casaria for three days now β much to his chagrin. It hadnβt allowed for much more than planning the task ahead and watching the world slip by as His Lordship snored loudly on the plush seat across from him.
This is a doomed task, Mingyu thought pensively, sizing the large trunk before them. Even the trees seemed concerned by their approach, and they hadnβt entered the woods yet.
A/N: Welcome to the first week of Frightful October. The theme is Spellbound,Β and when I thought of this sorcerer x shifter idea, I knew I had to write it with Minho.Β
This story can be read alone, but it is interconnected with all the Frightful October stories linked below.Β
The Kingβs Sorcerer | The Huntsman | Gatekeeper | The Secret LibraryΒ
Frightful October stories will be posted every FridayΒ at 10am NZST for the month of October.
Deep in the back of a rather peculiar residence, a sorcerer could be heard sighing. It had been going on for so long now that one could assume that he had forgotten how to breathe properly; his unwavering focus and consistent scowling only added to the incessant huffing. If Minho the Mage lived with anyone else, perhaps he would have taken some liberties to show himself with expected composure.
After all, he was the greatest sorcerer in all of Casaria. One had a reputation to uphold, and being found hunched over his beloved spell book and a stack of scribbled formulas would definitely lower the everyday belief that he could merely bend the world to his will.
No, there was a great deal of work behind what he otherwise made look effortless.
And his latest task was proving quite the headache. He hadnβt moved from this stool in caldronβs knows long, and the accumulating pile of scrunched papers had started to form quite the indication that he and his workspace had all but become one. The violet feathered quill he held was no doubt fused to his fingers by now too, ink staining his skin after one too many flurries of notetaking and not waiting nearly long enough for the ink to dry.
βDrat!β he suddenly proclaimed, and the trinkets of his study grew wary from the sudden outburst. A series of words followed the first, more exasperated than the last until Minho was truly heaving. Tossing down the quill finally, he stretched his fingers, cracking his knuckles in the process.
This translocation spell still wasnβt coming together as smoothly as he hoped.
Oh how Iβve missed this tradition! May it never go away again! β€οΈβ€οΈ
A shifter and a sorcerer in a forbidden relationshipβ¦and the stories intertwine so thereβs an even bigger picture! Your talent never ceases to amaze me β€οΈ canβt wait to read on!!!!
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Summary: Singing was the only thing that kept you breathing. To Kihyun, you were too talented to step away from. And by a cruel twist of fate, because of him, you became a singer - except you only sang in the shadows.
Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x female reader
Genre: idol au / angst / drama / romance
Warnings: Y/N has a serious injury, and ongoing implications from it that might trigger some people. In this part: someone gets punched, finally.Β
Kihyun could tell something was wrong as soon as the song started. The host, who had left him on the stage after the fifteen-minute introduction, reappeared momentarily with a worried expression before someone called him back. Being the professional he was, Kihyun focused on singing the first verse and remained looking out into the sea of press and Starship personnel. The lighting was moody to go along with the words he sang, and it helped that it wasnβt shining directly into his eyes.
It enabled him to look out into the faces in front of him.
Just as he neared the chorus, he spotted his members sitting there, though Changkyun was getting up and going somewhere. Why? He didnβt have a clue, and nor could he show that it had thrown him off a little. It was a good thing that he knew this song enough to sing it in his sleep.
The practise he had put in with Nina lately also had his body on autopilot, swinging towards the side of the stage where Starlet would appear. He held a breath for some reason, waiting for your voice to come through from behind the wall that separated you both.
Iβve been going for quite some time without a bedtime story. Can I put in a request for one? Whatever your beautiful imagination can come up with. Love ya!!! β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ
Let's start this year off with some Chanyeol, shall we?
Pairing: Park Chanyeol x female reader
Word count: 363
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"Once upon a time--"
"Why do all stories have to start like that?" a little voice interjected, and you peered over the fairytale you held.
"Well, that's how stories like this one begin."
The little girl frowned. "Really?"
"Of course. Have I not read you a book before bed long enough now? Mama always starts them out like this."
"Daddy never does," she told you, and it was your turn to frown.
"How does Daddy do it?"
With her little eyes now wide and hands held out expressively at her sides, your princess-loving daughter launched into a story about aliens. You observed her animated storytelling with some reserve, especially when she clambered out of her bedding and pretended to shoot a bazooka at the bad alien as she spoke of its occurrence.
Stunned, you placed the book you had dropped into your lap back on her bookcase before tucking her into bed. You eyed her posture, noticing she was more awake than she had been after the rest of her bedtime routine. Kissing her goodnight on her crown, you left her room with a soft warning that it was time to put the guns down and sleep.
Once you made it down the hallway to the office, you slipped into the room, standing behind your husband with hands on your hips. It took him a few minutes to notice your reflection in one of the dual monitors to his gaming setup.
"What's wrong?" Chanyeol asked, his fingers still tapping at the keyboard in some weird gaming sequence you couldn't understand. "Did our princess go down easily?"
"Our alien warrior is more awake than ever. Now I know why when you read her a story she's up for several more hours. What's so wrong with the fairytales, Yeolie?"
Smiling sheepishly, he stopped playing his game and spun around to grab your hips. "I'm teaching her diversity. She can be a well-mannered princess who can defend herself against the bad guys."
Ignoring the twitch of your mouth, you shook your head. "You're on the duty of putting her back to bed every time she gets up tonight. You and your aliens can handle that, right?"
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Late night conversations with a tired kihyunβ¦because you thought it, and now I want it, and you need it (you know you do).
Thank you and I love you β€οΈ
This was based on a conversation when Kihyun did a voice vlive and we talked about how amazing it'd be to have sleepy phone calls with him. Thanks for waiting for me to come back from hiatus to write this for you... and for killing me with the Kihyun feels I am now suffering from after writing this.
Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x female reader
Word count: 453
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Gasping as your phone rang and you saw who was calling, you answered, feeling breathless. "What are you doing ringing me right now?!"
"Well, hello to you too, beautiful," came the reply, coupled with a husky chuckle.
Despite noting the sheer exhaustion in Kihyun's voice, you grinned, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip momentarily. You loved hearing from your boyfriend no matter what time of the day or night.
You were concerned he was awake now. Most people were getting ready for the workday - much as you were - but Kihyun had been working all night long after releasing a new single with Monsta X.
"You should be asleep already. Did you wake up early?"
He sighed, and you imagined that he was rubbing his face tiredly with a hand. "No. I haven't slept yet. We only just finished the last interview."
"Now?"
"Time zones are a bitch, baby."
"So is your work schedule," you lamented. "Off to bed, Kihyun. You'll no doubt have more scheduled in a few hours to get done."
"Eager to get rid of me when I'm eager for you. I missed you today."
"It's a new day, Kihyun," you teased, going back over to your kitchen where you had been preparing your breakfast. "But I've missed you too."
"Favourite word?" Kihyun asked, and you laughed, not answering. "What? Tell me."
"What's yours?"
"Nuh-uh, I asked you first, Miss Editor."
You would tell Kihyun about words you came across as you edited pieces for the publication house you worked at. You had a fascination with words, and you often wondered if that was one of the reasons that had drawn you to Kihyun in the beginning.
He sang words for a living, after all.
"Inexhaustible," you teased.
Kihyun grunted. "That's not me. I'm beyond exhausted."
"I had to look for synonyms for the word bountiful yesterday. The author had put it in the chapter eight times. Eight!"
"During one of the interviews Changkyun and I did last night, they said the word like in between every three words. It was, like, really annoying."
Laughing together, you then balanced your phone between your ear and shoulder as you finished making your meal. "What about you. Your favourite word?"
"Y/N."
"My name is not applicable," you remarked, though your heart somersaulted in your chest. "That's a name, not a word."
"It's still my favourite word because it is you."
"Charmer."
Kihyun chuckled once more, followed by a yawn. "Prince Charming is falling asleep."
"Maybe you should become Sleeping Beauty instead."
"Will you wake me up with a kiss?" he wondered, and you grinned.
"No. I'm sure Minhyuk will if he has to, though."
"Rude. I want your lips only."
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