#cutechaos

How would the weak hero class boys react to their partner being a motherly figure to them....

Like she takes care of them, helps them bathe, helps them study, etc

I would really love to read that, please. But if you can't it's fine

Baby of....

Summary: The request – The protagonist cares for the Weak Hero Class boys as both a partner and a maternal figure. Each reacts differently—some resist, others enjoy the affection and attention. The story mixes tenderness, drama, and playful moments. Contains: Maternal care (bathing, helping with clothes, studying) Boys’ reactions (cold, shy, dramatic) Relationship: Partner + symbolic maternal care Word count (approx.): 3 k TW:Intense caregiving dynamics Boys’ embarrassment or discomfort

Si-eun

At first, he stiffens, eyes scanning you like he’s analyzing everything. “No need.” Short, cold, precise. He doesn’t push you away though. When you study together, he stays silent, just listening. Later, when he repeats your words perfectly, you realize he’s been paying full attention. When you hand him a towel at the bathroom door, he stops for a second, wet hair plastered to his forehead, expression unreadable. Then, almost grumbling:

“You’re too persistent… but I guess I like that about you.” Distance is his default, but your care has reached him in a way words rarely do.

Ahn Suho

He soaks up every bit of attention. No shame leaning into your care. When you feed him, he smiles; when you fix his hair, he tilts his head for more. Sometimes he jokes about a sore back just so you fuss over him in the shower, though he’s perfectly fine. When you tuck him in:

“I never thought having a girlfriend could feel like this—like the hottest mom on the planet.” Playful words, but his eyes reveal how safe and cherished he feels with you.

Beom seok:

He struggles between pride and desire. “I can handle it myself.” His voice shakes slightly, betraying his need for your care. When you guide him through study notes, he fidgets and avoids your gaze. If you wash his hair, he’s tense—part embarrassment, part relief. Quietly, he admits:

“No one’s ever cared for me like this… it’s strange. But I don’t want you to stop.” Your care breaks down walls his pride tried to hold.

 Woo-young:

Always playing tough. “Do you think I’m a baby? I can manage.” But five minutes later, he’s standing there, wet hair dripping, waiting for your towel. When you wash his hair, his usual grin falters; he’s quiet, swallowing nervously. He murmurs:

“I won’t lie… I could get used to this. You might even spoil me.” Even the toughest facade can’t resist your warmth.

Gotak

Your care is natural for him, like something he didn’t know he needed. Every gesture lights him up: meals, fixing clothes, brushing hair. Studying with you, he focuses, not just on the work but on your voice. Helping him wash after a long day, he relaxes completely. Smiling softly:

“With you, I don’t lack anything. You make me feel whole.” He shows openly how much he cherishes your presence.

Baku

Pride and sharp edges. “I don’t need anyone to take care of me.” Serious face, flat tone. Yet he allows scarf adjustments, small touches, even quietly follows your study instructions, repeating everything later. In the bathroom, with steam around him, he exhales harshly, avoiding eye contact:

“If you keep looking at me like that… I won’t be able to focus.” He acts tough, but your care fuels him. Needs it more than he admits.

Seongje:

He thrives in your care. He clings, whines, and brags about it. “Give me cuddles, make me ramen, tell me I studied well.” Always dramatic, especially in front of others. In the shower, humming while you scrub his hair, he glances at the rest with a cheeky grin:

“See? My girlfriend even washes my hair. Do you guys have that? No, right?” A showman, but loving every second of your attention.

Baek Jin :

He keeps his walls high. When you care for him, he observes silently, allowing your help but keeping distance. No leaning in, no soft smiles, just acceptance. When you tuck him in, he says, calm and flat:

GE Saeran is afraid of doing the wrong thing by you. He doesn’t want to assume that you’re helpless or think that you can’t handle yourself. He wants to work so that you don’t need to worry about a thing, but also so that you can live as you want. If you’re an independent person, he’s going to have a tough time not getting on your toes. He’s a selfless guy and if you let him, he’ll do anything and everything that you have to do all by himself. That’s a problem of his that he has to work on! He knows that, though. He’s working on it. 

When it comes to you, he wants to understand what you can see and what you can’t. Is there anything that you do need help with? Is it okay for him to ask if you look like you’re having a tough time? He’s got to ask you a lot of questions, nodding his head and mentally making a checklist. He checks in with you now and again to make sure that it’s still okay, though. He’s just considerate like that when he wants to be. Seeing you comfortable with him is what he wants to see happen. He knows you can handle yourself, but he likes knowing you can lean on him.

“My love, it makes no difference to my adoration of you what you have to live with. I want to be with you and do everything I can to make sure that you feel as though you’re the most beautiful person in this world. Whatever you need from me, I will do. You saved me from myself... and I owe everything to you, so being able to give you this faith is everything.”

SE Saeran isn’t going to think much of this. He knows that he’ll need to learn how to adapt the things he’s doing to make sure that you’re comfortable around him but apart from that, he doesn’t think about how it affects him. This is your life and since he’s a part of it, he needs to adjust accordingly. He has no doubt in his mind that you’ve learned all the tricks and trades that you need to take care of yourself. He doesn’t assume that you’re not capable of handling your own needs at any moment. However, he is curious about what you need from him. He’s not vague when he asks questions. 

He hates to beat around the bush and the idea of not knowing something just isn’t how he wants to live. So, he’ll be blunt with you and straightforward about what isn’t right or wrong. Do you need him to read something for you? Do you need him to grab something? Do you need him to help you when it’s dark out or something like that? He needs clarification. Once you’re concise with him about what you’re thinking and feeling, then he’s content with working with you to find a place that works. 

Hi!!

I don't think he knows much about pet birds to begin with, but after getting used to the idea, he'd be so excited. He’ll probably start researching parrots and learning all kinds of care tips. Parrots have very long lifespans, so he’d want to be a good bird dad. He’d also text MC random facts that he learns all the time.

MC! Did you know that parrots bond for life!! You’re my parrot <3

I think he’d also take it as a personal challenge to make fun parrot-safe enrichment toys to keep it entertained and teach it tricks. Just imagine Saeyoung and his agent of chaos bird friend. 

The idea would be a fanfic where the reader takes Cheong Ah's place, but without the deafness theme. She and Yi-chan have been childhood friends with a friends-to-lovers dynamic, and they are polar opposites: while Yi-chan is extroverted and a disaster at school, the reader is rather introverted and an excellent student.

In this scenario, Eungyeol is the future son of both, and when he travels to the past he discovers that his father is not in love with the reader, but with Choi Se-kyung. This frustrates him a lot, so he not only complains to Yi-chan, but he starts doing everything to convince him to spend more time with the reader and look at her in a different way. Yi-chan is confused at first, because he has always seen her only as his friend, but little by little, thanks to those situations and what he begins to feel, he realizes that he is actually in love with her 🥹💗.

If it's not too much trouble, could you please make it a little longer? I hope you get the point, and if I asked for too much, I'm sorry (•́ ᴖ •̀) Thank you very much! :3

... Strings of Fate ....

Contains: Romance, Slow Burn, Friendship to Love, Light Humor, Music/Band References, Time Travel (Future Son Intervention) Pairing: Ha Yi-chan x Lectora Word Count: ~3,400 (approximate, depending on final edits) TW (Trigger Warnings): Mild Jealousy, Minor Frustration/Angst, Light Emotional Tension

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The classroom was noisy as always. Yi-chan barged in late, hair messy, tie crooked, and backpack slung over one shoulder. Teachers barely scolded him anymore because he always had some ridiculous excuse ready.

He plopped down beside you with a mischievous grin. —Lectora, can I borrow your notes… again? —Yi-chan, I’m not saving you every time. —Of course you are! You’re like my fairy godmother, only prettier and with a face that says you want to kill me.

Your cheeks warmed slightly. It had always been like this: you, responsible, smart, and calm; him, a walking hurricane. And yet, you two had never been apart.

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Everything seemed normal until a new boy appeared, guitar slung over his shoulder, face serious. Ha Eungyeol. He stared at you with a strange mix of tenderness and urgency. That same afternoon, behind Jin-soo’s music shop, he whispered to you:

—I’m your son… from the future.

You froze. —That’s impossible. —It’s not. You and Ha Yi-chan are my parents.

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The problem became obvious when Eungyeol saw Yi-chan chasing after Choi Se-kyung with sad, bent flowers. —No, no, no… —he muttered, covering his face—. This man is going to ruin everything.

From that moment on, Eungyeol made it his mission to intervene.

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First, the Watermelon Sugar rehearsals. Yi-chan dreamed of becoming a famous vocalist. —With my voice, we’ll fill stadiums —he said, staring at a cracked mirror. —With your voice, we’ll fill hospitals —you replied, amused.

Eungyeol insisted you attend. When you sat at the back, Yi-chan began messing up every note. He even smacked his forehead on the microphone.

—What’s wrong? —you asked, giggling. —Your gaze… it’s too strong. Like laser beams. —He scratched the back of his neck, blushing.

Eungyeol smiled. Step one: complete.

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Later, in the library, Eungyeol made sure Yi-chan was stuck at a study table with you.

—I’m not leaving until you finish at least three exercises —you said, serious. —Three?! That’s child labor! —he complained, but eventually obeyed.

Another boy approached you. —Lectora, could you help me with math too?

Yi-chan lifted his head immediately. —Sorry, she already has an exclusive client. —He held up your notebook with pride.

The other boy chuckled and muttered as he left: —No wonder, with how pretty you are, everyone wants your help.

Yi-chan went silent, frowning. You pretended to focus on your book, but your heart was racing.

—Since when do you need exclusivity? —you asked finally. —Since now —Yi-chan said without thinking.

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One afternoon on the bridge, Yi-chan encouraged you to sing along. —Come on, sing with me. —Are you crazy? I’m not making a fool of myself. —Well, I’ll sing until the stars clap for me.

His voice wasn’t perfect, but when his eyes met yours, it felt like this song was only for you.

From the shadows, Eungyeol whispered, satisfied: —This is how it had to start.

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After a night rehearsal, you walked together under the streetlights. Yi-chan was unusually quiet.

—Hey… —he said finally—. Have you ever thought that we could be more than friends?

Your steps froze. —Where did that come from?

He shrugged nervously. —I don’t know. Lately I feel weird when you’re with others… and when you smile, I feel like I can’t breathe.

Your cheeks burned, unsure what to say.

—I don’t want to lose you as a friend —he added, lowering his voice—, but I also can’t keep pretending you’re just that.

In the distance, Eungyeol sighed in relief.

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Yi-chan’s awkwardness escalated. He tried writing you songs, but they all rhymed with “pizza.” He tried carrying your books and nearly tumbled down the stairs. He got jealous of the wind if it messed with your hair.

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During band practice, Yi-chan would sneak glances at you mid-verse, totally distracted by the way your hair caught the sunlight. —Hey, stop staring at me like that! —you whispered, nudging him. —I’m… just… appreciating the scenery —he stammered, bright red.

Even the bandmates noticed. —Hyung, are you in love or something? —they teased. —Shut up! —Yi-chan yelled, hiding his face.

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Eungyeol started “accidentally” putting you and Yi-chan in situations together: shared library tables, walking home in the rain, studying late in the music room. Each time, Yi-chan’s heart raced and he started noticing little things: the way you bit your lip concentrating, how your laugh sounded when you were genuinely amused, the subtle glow in your eyes when you were proud of something.

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One evening, after a long rehearsal and a pizza break, you were sitting on the steps outside the music shop. Yi-chan plopped next to you, holding two slices. —Here. For… uh, energy. —Thanks —you smiled.

He stared at you, unable to hide it. —You know… you’re really pretty. Not that I’m saying it just because I have to or anything, okay? —Really subtle, hyung —you teased, but your cheeks heated up.

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Days passed, and every interaction became a little spark: shared jokes, tiny teasing, protective glances. The more Eungyeol tried to push Yi-chan toward noticing, the more chaos (and cute tension) built.

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One rainy night, you walked together under one umbrella. Yi-chan stumbled, your hand brushing his. He froze. —I… I think I like you. Like, more than a friend. Your heart skipped a beat. —Yi-chan… —I’m serious. I’ve been too stupid to see it before, but… I don’t want to pretend anymore.

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From that night on, Yi-chan tried to be careful… but mostly failed adorably. Carrying your books, attempting romantic gestures that went hilariously wrong, writing songs with cheesy rhymes, getting jealous of literally anyone who looked at you…

And you, Lectora, couldn’t deny it: Ha Yi-chan had stopped being just your friend.

The future was still uncertain, but thanks to a son determined to fix destiny, the first chords of their love story were playing loud and clear.

Embracing the beautiful chaos! 🦝 Perfect for anyone who's a little bit of a mess (and proud of it).