#kono

Una magia accidental que atraviesa lo feo. Buenos Aires. Agosto 2025

synopsis: Keonho finally returns home!

wc: 544

warnings: really bad writing, basically no plot, a lot of sleeping for a 500 word fic

I snuggle into my spot on the couch, the warm evening sun shining down, enveloping me. Letting out a contented sigh, my eyes slowly start to flutter close. Just as I drifted off into my evening slumber, the jingling of the keys at the door caught my attention. My head shot up faster than a bullet, and I jumped off the couch and sprinted towards the door. 

That smell... I recognise that smell… 

OH I KNOW, ITS

“Keonho!” Mum exclaimed, welcoming him into her hearty embrace. 

I sprinted towards him with my might, letting out excited yelps along the way. 

Keonho has been gone forever! He's finally back! He can finally play with me again!

Pawing at his legs, I try to get his attention by letting out more impatient yaps. 

“Hi Cookie!” Keonho says while picking me up. Overjoyed to finally see my favourite person again, I lick his face, causing him to scrunch his face in disgust but his laughs encourage me to continue. Finally, he kisses my head and puts me on the floor while talking to Mum and Dad, causing me to whine in disappointment. Nevertheless, I sniff his pants, his socks, his possessions.. It's all slightly different from the last time.. But I still continue to take it all in, memorising it. 

The family sits at the dining table as they have done for what feels like forever, and, as usual, omitting me. The table is piled high with Keonho’s favourite dishes, and the upbeat chatter of the family being reunited again fills the room. Mum keeps force feeding him mountains of his favourite egg fried rice, causing Keonho to laugh, spraying the fried rice everywhere.

As the scent of the tantalising food wafts into my nose, I whine, stomping my paws on the cold floor, occasionally nudging Keonho. Finally, I see the pair of familiar brown eyes peeking at me through his curtains of chocolate coloured hair from above the table, and immediately I deploy my irresistible puppy eyes, sticking my tongue out and placing my paw on his foot, pleading for some food. Keonho giggles to himself, rolls his eyes but still, passes me a piece of the mouth-watering chicken. I eagerly wolf it down, finally feeling fulfilled, and curl up at Keonho's feet, allowing sleep to take me once again. 

When I emerged from my beauty sleep, the sky was dark, the moon hung high over the horizon, and stars were dotted all over the night sky. I used the moonlight to lead me, my tiny paws pattered against the floor as I made my way to Keonho's room. Jumping onto his bed, I bump my head into his feet sticking out of the blanket.

Eugh who let these dawgs out… just funky as fuck bro…

Moving past the stink bomb in my face, I climbed to the top of the lump on Keonho’s bed, nestling myself on Keonho’s head. I feel a pair of arms suddenly grab me, and all of a sudden I am trapped between Keonho’s arms and chest, practically suffocating me.

“Goodnight Cookie” Keonho mumbles through his sleepy state. I bark in response, finding a comfortable spot and finally, both of us surrender to the night, snores echoing against the walls.

lily thinks: ‼️THE FEET THING IS A JOKE‼️ (its all over tiktok that the pack it up trio are funky asf as a JOKE)‼️DO NOT CANCEL ME PLEASE ‼️ bruh i hate this sm i cant believe this is gonna be my debut fic. bruh im only posting this cus its been pissing me off and i think if i leave it longer its gonna be deleted. u can so tell the parts i thought the fic out and the filler parts. tspmo. guys i promise ill try to write better. I hate writing first person I feel like im back in middle school writing essays