Cherry Writes

”That’s some question,”

”Forget I asked.”

You paused, examining his face as the words rolled around your head. “No, no.” You said quickly, waving your hand to him, hoping to keep his attention. There was a reason Jisung had asked you the question, probably tying into his serious behavior. “Yes, I’ve done a lot of things I’ve regretted.” You told him softly, eyes watching as he leaned in closer, curious.

So you decided to continue on.

“I think the one thing I regret the most is not confessing my feelings to someone I really loved.”

”Oh my god, really?” He breathed out in surprise. “Who was it? Someone I know?” You were hesitant in responding, but after a moment you nodded your head. “Who?” You didn’t want to say that you predicted that question being asked, but in a way you knew it was going to happen - it was the most logical question after all.

“I can’t say.” A playful smirk danced across your features as mimed zipping your lips. “Besides, nothing would have come from it, he never liked me like that.”

Jisung sat back in his chair, incredulous at how dismissive you were being. “How do you know that? Maybe he does like you!” The earnest sincerity in his voice made your heart ache with a guilt you didn’t believe you deserved and yet somehow carried with you.

“I just know.” There was a finality in your voice, filled with an unspoken anguish. It was deafening, but at least it stopped Jisung from following up with any other questions. “Why did you ask, by the way?”

”Oh!” As if he had forgotten he was the one that brought up the question. Sitting up, he cleared his throat. “I, um, confessed to Minho last night. And it was a total mess. Nothing went right and I was so embarrassed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, Ji. Did he at least confess back?” You asked.

”He did! After laughing at me of course. The night was a total disaster, but I got a boyfriend out of it. I’ve been really just thinking about how embarrassed I was and how things could have gone differently. I kinda regret the situation, you know?” You nodded, because you could relate to that. While you hadn’t realized his regret was tied to what you considered a silly occasion, it was almost fitting that you told him about your regret.

“It wouldn’t have mattered how the night went, he would have confessed anyway.” You assured him.

”You think?” Jisung raised a brow. “How can you be so sure about that?” He questioned.

There was something to be said about being chased. The way his heart would hammer in his chest, paws pounding against the ground. It was exhilarating - an experience that Jeongin always wanted to feel. After all, it wasn't everyday his handler allowed him to leave Hell and walk Earth. Now, should he have taken off the way he had? No, but it was worth it. Jeongin wasn't surprised as Felix materialized right in front of him, and the poor pup didn't have enough time to even try to stop, ramming head first into Felix's legs. The demon was solid, didn't even buckle while Jeongin recoiled. The impact was enough to startle him into shifting into his humaniod form, whimpers of pain leaving him because fuck if that didn't hurt. "Meanie." "Well that's what you get." Felix huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I would chase you down to the ends of the earth." "Awww." " That was a threat." Felix growled. " To think the Great King himself cares so much about me that he threatens to always chase after me." Jeongin teased. "I must be a really good boy."

Felix groaned, rubbing his temple as he lowered his head. "I can't believe I let them convince me to keep you."

"You know you love me."

༺ Rating: M for language

༺ Genre: Drabble, Humor, Domestic Fluff

༺ Word Count: 433

༺ Warnings: N/A

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“I’m having issues with your marriage status.”

“But I’m not married.”

“Now you see my problem.”

Chan stared at Minho in confusion, not fully grasping what the problem was. How could Minho have an issue with his marriage status if he wasn’t married? Furthermore, why even bring it up? Of course Minho knew what his marital status was, they were dating. For nearly 5 years now. How was his marital status supposed to change when he was so deeply committed to his boyfriend? Chan didn’t believe in cheating, and never once did he have wandering eyes.

Minho was his one and only. A decree that Chan upheld to the highest standards.

“I’m so confused.”

Minho’s blank expression was the only response he needed, though its exact meaning was still up in the air. The younger man was most probably over Chan and his inability to read the room, but Chan would argue that that was one of his more charming traits. If anything, it usually brought a laugh to his boyfriend and a fond eye roll. This time, however, he didn’t get any of that. Just a blank stare.

“I want a divorce.” Minho declared after nearly five minutes of their silent staring contest.

“But Min, we’re not marr- oh.”

“Yeah, oh, numb nuts.” Minho scoffed, but there went that lovely eye roll, followed by a slight smile that Chan knew Minho was trying to fight off. And just like before, Chan was reminded of just how much he loved the other. “You should really fix the issue.”

“I should.” Chan nodded his head slowly, looking away before letting his eyes trail back over to Minho, lingering on his face. “Would you marry a numb nut like me?” He found himself asking. The shocked expression was quite satisfying to see as Minho struggled to find an answer - the other’s mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Is that a no then?” He asked and sighed. “Oh well, guess I can’t fix my marriage status.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself, Bang Chan.” Minho finally snapped, though his threats were empty and tone light and airy. “Of course I’d marry you.”

“Really? Perfect! Guess that solves my issue then.”

“Yeah, but now you have a different issue to fix.” Minho pointed out. Chan’s brows furrowed as he cocked his head. Minho simply held out his hand then, wiggling his ring finger. “My finger is naked.” Chan stared at it for a moment before reaching out and taking hold of it, lacing their fingers togethers.

“Fixed!” Chan grinned happily.

“Chan!”