#misslavada

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It's Taekwoon's turn to have a nightmare, and for a moment you don't know what's going on.

You're woken by soft noises of distress somewhere near the top of your head and a long arm wrapped tightly around your upper body. You start to wonder, blearily, why you're so warm, but when you feel the muttering into the crown of your head you start to realize what's going on.

"Taekwoon," you mumble, trying to shift in position to absolutely no avail. "Taekwoon?"

You try and turn yourself around in his grip, and that's what starts to draw him out of whatever he's dreaming of. "Woonie," you call, softly, and Taekwoon sucks in a deep breath, like someone surfacing after a long dive.

"Y/n?" he says eventually, and then realizes how tight his arm is. "Wha...?"

He still seems a bit lost in dreamland, but he's more relaxed now, so you manage to turn and face him, placing your hand on his chest. "I think you were having a bad dream," you tell him, and Taekwoon mumbles something petulant and sad into your hair. "Are you okay?"

"Mhmm..." comes the sleepy answer. He's already falling back asleep, though he seems less panicked. "I am now."

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Hakyeon’s hands held your waist, keeping you steady as he guided you into the sitting room where the rest of the clan were waiting to finally see their second leader after the two week transition period. 

His warnings of “be careful” were ignored by the five that jumped up to huddle around you, pushing him away from you. He couldn’t get mad at them, seeing you all together once more made him feel whole once more. He moved to the side so each of them could give you a hug and an update on what you had missed in their lives. 

When the youngest got his turn to hug you, he ended up squeezing just a bit too hard, causing a crack to be heard. 

“Are my ribs…?” you stared wide eyed at your husband, who laughed and nodded, watching you run your hand over where the dull pain was coming from.  

“Yup, your ribs are broken,” he kept his eyes on your face as it relaxed from it’s screwed up state. “And now they’re fixed.”

sdfhkl; yes i love!!!

also gonna take it n ruin it under the cut

omg was it the one i made? im such a sucker for when he has fake-tattoos, i’m so into tattoos myself that the idea of jaehwan with them is so endearing im infatuated!!! of course i’m not sure he’s the type to get tattoos, but the idea is so fun and i love to think about it!! thank u for telling me tho oml i could talk about the idea of him w/ tattoos for days!!! 💗💓💞💕

I’m going to alternate your requests with some of the others, but I’ll link to all of them in your ask when I’m done! Thank you for all the requests!!!

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Hakyeon in shorts is a glorious thing, and you can't help but think that his calves, not the sun and sand, are the highlight of visiting the beach. You're lying on an overlarge towel, reapplying your sunscreen, but Hakyeon is wandering along the shore, occasionally dipping his toes in the water and making faces at the cold. He had a large-brimmed hat when you'd gotten here, but it was quickly discarded, and now he's standing in the surf with his face tilted up to the sun, looking incredibly content.

You finish off with the sunscreen and jump to your feet, quickly crossing the sand to Hakyeon's side. Lacing your fingers with his, you smile sweetly up at him before yanking on his hand and dragging him into the water.

"I'm not ready - y/n," he protests, only to acquiesce at your giggling and follow you into the surf. When you get about waist-deep, you pause to get used to the temperature, only to be unceremoniously sprayed by a large splash...

"Hakyeon!" you yelp, and turn around to find him grinning at you. "This means war," you threaten, and Hakyeon blows you a kiss before sending another splash your way.

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I just realized that I gave Taekwoon Jaehwan’s prompt... oops! So I swapped them - I hope you like them anyway!

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Jaehwan is hovering.

Maybe it's the hospital smell that's making him nervous, but it's more likely the cast that's now wrapped around your left arm. You're just finishing the paperwork like a responsible adult has to do, but Jaehwan keeps taking your hand and turning it as if he's going to examine the bone by looking through the cast.

"Jaehwan," you say patiently, putting down your pen. "I'm fine. Honest!"

"I knowwww," Jaehwan pouts, but he doesn't let go of your hand. "I just want to make sure."

"With your x-ray vision?" you tease, and Jaehwan makes a face at you, wrinkling his magnificent nose. "I'm almost done here, then we can go make dinner."

"I will make dinner," Jaehwan proclaims. "You will relax and not do anything to strain your arm."

The statement is sweet, but you raise your eyebrows at Jaehwan regardless. "You're making dinner?" you ask, and he nods, greatly determined. "Then I'll hurry up," you tease. "This, I have to see."

"Anything for you," he replies, and presses a kiss to your left hand. You smile, and leave your hands linked as you finish filling out your form.

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