Puppy Love | Kang Yeosang

puppy love | kang yeosang

pairing: kang yeosang x gn!reader

genre: headcanon; e2l (i TRIED); co-workers au, volunteering at an animal shelter; fluff; angst if you really, really squint, crack (i’m nOT funny)

word count: 3.1k

rating: pg-13

warnings: none; one smooch, mayhaps a couple swear words (lowercase intended)

networks: @cromernet

author’s note: happy belated christmas from your secret santa, @armysantiny !! i really hope you’ll enjoy this and i sincerely hoped you spent warm holidays surrounded by people you loved! <3 i’ve tried my very best with the e2l but mAN writing it is so much less fun than reading it. big, huge, thanks to @hwaightme for giving me wonderful ideas to use and delulus to ponder so i could write this down. ilysm <333

kang yeosang is one infuriating individual. for one, there is no way anyone can be so praised and well-liked by literally everyone. not a day goes by where you don’t wonder how his small smiles and quiet attitude could bewitch every last person he talked to. not when he would not bother to say hi in passing to you specifically, or resolve to small nods and monosyllables when talking. to you.

it seems that you are the problem.

you and him work volunteer shifts at the same shelter. only, he deals with cats while you deal with dogs so it wasn’t like you’d see each other that often, but it was often enough to know he doesn’t like you.

not enough to say hi, engage in any sort of coversation or, least of all, help out if needed.

until christmas.

the shelter was decked out, you spent a whole afternoon helping out with decorations, along with yunho and yena, two other volunteers.

and yeosang.

the man almost laughed his ass off watching you balance on a ladder in the most uncoordinated way possible to avoid falling. arms flailing around and everything.

he just stood there, an ornament in his hands, with his stupidly cute smile and watched.

you sigh, scratching behind the ear of the latest rescue dog that was brought in. you like baxter, he is chill and his black, shiny fur does not show signs of him having had to live out in the streets all on his own for weeks anymore. you like him best because it looks like he is listening when you ramble on, in disbelief of the rudeness showcased, about yeosang.

just then, a call of your name sounds in the air, the voice coming from the front desk of the shelter.

“see you later,” you leave behind baxter’s toy, leaving him with one last pat on the head, and make your way to the front where hongjoong had called for you.

you smile upon entering the reception area as it had been a joint decorating effort between you, yunho and yena. the result was looking very much like an elementary school christmas project, but you enjoy the general vibe. the senior rescuer currently behind the counter, looking rather preoccupied with a few papers, however, had just shook his head dejectedly upon seeing the final result.

“i’m sorry to be doing this, but could you take the christmas day shift?” he looks apologetic as he asks, rushing to explain. “it’d only be a half day, I promise that by one you can leave, we’ve got the staff taking care of the other shifts and the morning one’s the only one left uncovered-”

“no worries,” you interrupt his rambling. “i’ll be there.”

hongjoong smiles, looking relieved only for a second, before his face betrays further worrying.

“what is it?”

“nothing, i,” he sighs, shoulders sagging upon seeing the inquisitive look on your face. “yeosang will be working the same shift.”

defeat. dejection. betrayed trust. you groan dramatically, barely hearing hongjoong say that you’d already agreed and it would not be that bad.

surely it’d make for an interesting christmas.

when you arrive on christmas morning, the night shift staff gives you a tired nod and you offer him a smile in return, quickly wishing him happy holidays.

you waste no time in doing the rounds, giving all the cute doggos their breakfast.

while going over the duty checklist left from the night shift staff you hear the bell jingle in the front and roll your eyes.

when you finally decide to go up front it takes a couple of minutes before yeosang finally comes into view.

decked out in his funniest ugly sweater it reads “here comes santa paws” and has a cat wearing a christmas hat on it and with his long hair tucked behind his ears, he’s coming up to you with an awkward air about him.

you squint your eyes in suspicion.

“merry christmas,”

you’re floored, shocked, gaping like a fish looking up at your co-worker who for the first time ever has spoken to you first.

“cookie?” he produces a tupperware from behind his back, carefully removing the lid to reveal the most crooked, ill-decorated christmas cookies you’ve ever seen. some look slightly burned. a gingerbread man has three eyes.

you’re still gaping, not in the slightest understanding how it's possible that he’s spoken to you first, and also not noticing how ever so slowly a blush starts to creep up on his cheeks.

maybe you’re hallucinating, but it snaps you out of your trance.

you quickly reach for the gingerbread man with three eyes.

“thanks,” you mumble, giving him a small smile. “merry christmas.”

yeosang nods, closing the tupperware and disappearing without a word.

so you’re left there, cookie in hand, not knowing what to do with this.

you stay put, eating your cookie, until you hear a loud bang.

you rush to the source of it, finding a very flustered yeosang surrounded by cat litter. at least it’s clean.

you hold in your laughter, seeing him stand there, look around and try to come up with a plan.

“a little help?” you pretend to wipe away tears, facing his deadpan expression.

“you would’ve let me fall from a ladder,”

“you would’ve survived,”

you scoff, turning around to grab the broom and toss it his way. Yeosang catches it, just barely.

“really?”

“you scared my dogs.”

with that, you leave him to his mess, going to comfort and play a little bit with the shaken up puppies.

it’s not until a little later that you show up at the front desk again, noticing yeosang is already sitting there, typing away on the computer.

he’s also got the phone pressed to his ear, helping out someone on the line with cat duties, speaking with his honey voice and a small smile on his face.

it’s almost mesmerizing seeing him wear an expression that’s not his usual blank stare he holds up around you.

“if you’re done staring, we’ve got hongjoong’s checklist to go through,”

just like that, you feel like a deer caught in headlights, heat pervading your face.

“sure,” you shrug, going over to him to take a look at it, trying not to stare at his smug pout.

deep down, very deep down, you think about kissing it away.

if he weren’t so unbearable. but he is. so.

the checklist read “lobby Ikea chairs”

you both looked at each other, confused, until you noticed the boxes hidden behind the counter.

there was a post-it on it that read: “good luck! -HJ”

simply infuriating. you’d lost count of all the times you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes or drop everything and go back to your dogs.

there was no trace of the cold, odd yeosang you were used to.

he’d casually sat down on the spot where you were assembling the Ikea chairs, picked up the instruction manual and waited for you to hand him the screwdriver. bewildered, you had.

that was about two hours ago, before trying to follow instructions had gone to your heads, when it was only extremely awkward and quiet while he read the manual and you tried your best to sneak glances at him. to figure out what possibly could have been going through his head, of course.

now you were busy trying to one up each other in an undeclared war of who is the best handyman, clearly having lost the main aim: building the damned chairs.

“you were supposed to put in the screw first and then the little wooden thingy.”

“does it matter?”

“does your chair look structurally sound?”

“listen, if we start over-” pinching the bridge of his nose and scrunching his eyes closed with a sigh, you stop him before he could finish his sentence.

“like hell we are, it took us two hours just to get to this.”

“exactly,” his deadpan tone leaves you no choice but to sigh.

“fine,” you give in.

you were going to kill hongjoong.

because it took you only two hours to realize all it took for yeosang to distract you were his hands working on assembling furniture, his voice asking you to pass him stuff and his silence.

if you hated it before, now you appreciated the quiet moments where all you could hear was the faint music coming from the radio and the occasional bark or meow that prompted one of you to stand up and go check on your animals.

of course it was because you didn’t have to hear his disdainful reprimanding, not at all because it gave you the chance to throw glances at him and how a few strands of hair escaped the clips pinning it back and framing his face very nicely. no, not at all. you still couldn’t stand him. mhmh.

once you finally finish building the chairs, he helps you set them up in exchange for the older ones, now piled up in the storage room.

it’s almost second nature for you to hold up your fist for him to bump.

it’s just a thing you do all the time with your friends but now you’re standing there awkwardly, fist mid air, yeosang staring at you very lost, eyes going back and forth from your face to your hand and of course now he’s not going to want to see your face ever again and you feel embarrassment slowly and steadily creeping in the more you stand there until

he fist-bumps back

a little puzzled, seemingly asking if he’s done the right thing with one look, before dropping his hand and clearing his voice

you do the same

“gotta go see the dogs,”

“yeah, no, me too… i mean, the cats, yeah, so-”

he turns around and speeds away.

you follow him.

“so how’re the cats?”

yeosang jumps on his spot, almost dropping the little mouse toy he was about to throw for a kitty to catch.

“sleeping, mostly,” he shrugs. “how’re the dogs?”

you motion for him to follow and, surprisingly, he does.

immediately, he greets the ones that are up or go up to him with a smile on his face that you’ve never seen.

it shines brighter than the sun and you find yourself smiling as well, seeing him crouch down and pat dogs left and right.

then you get a grip, not for long

it leaves you pleasantly surprised how he follows while you introduce him to every dog, how he listens while you explain why they’re there, their stories, their backgrounds

but then, while you try to get some of the dogs to play with you so he could finish the round of greetings, he reaches the puppies’ enclosure and enters it to sit among them

and while he tries to play catch with a couple, one makes his way into his arms

and when he looks down at the pup, he’s wearing the most adoring expression

like a kid seeing snow for the first time

it’s wondrous and starry and happy

and you’re staring as he softly pats the puppy’s head and coos at it

“what’s his name?”

you almost don’t answer, too focused on the scene unfolding and having trouble locating the information he’s asked for in your brain

“i don’t think he has one,” you mumble, patting baxter’s head

“sleepy,” he looks down at the puppy. “cause he’s asleep while everyone wants to play, you know?”

you just nod with a smile, or at least you hope it is because what the fuck

why are you losing your mind over yeosang cradling a sleeping puppy?

why is your brain recognizing just now that your stomach’s doing cartwheels? why do you want to look away but also keep staring?

“what’s this?” you think he’s speaking to himself, but you still catch the words leaving his mouth as he enquires the toy another puppy has just brought him

then yeosang looks up at you, eyes wide as saucers, and your heart drops for being caught staring

he doesn’t say a thing, but looks down prompting you to do the same

it’s the mistletoe chew toy

yunho’s brilliant idea of getting the dogs christmas themed toys

yeosang looks away throwing it

“yunho,” you start, catching your coworker’s attention. “yunho’s idea, to get them those.”

you offer him a pained smile as he nods, scratching his head.

“seonghwa too, for the cats…”

“ah, really?”

“yeah…”

you want to bash your head into the wall

but the phone saves you, so you dash to the front, escaping the burning flames of awkwardness

it turns out to be a family wanting to adopt as a christmas present for their kids

so you say that yes, you’re open and yes they can come in whenever

when they do, yeosang has re-emerged and stands beside you, silent like always

this time around, though, you fear he’ll hear your heart beating out of your chest at the proximity

why’s he so close?

you almost jump to greet the happy family of four when they walk in to the sound of let it snow coming from the radio

“we were afraid it wasn’t going to stop!” the dad says, brushing off some snow from his hat

turns out they’d like to adopt a dog

it surprises you that yeosang follows when you lead the family in but you try to pay him no mind

the kids seem to be enamored with every dog they see, their parents giving them free reign

they’re still very polite and don’t cause much ruckus or yell too loud, which you’re grateful for

“could you tell us more about him?”

you’re about to turn to answer the question, if it weren’t that yeosang’s already at it

he’s introducing the kids to baxter

“he’s been here for a while, he’s very fond of our y/n and his favorite snack is carrots. he doesn’t like loud noises all that much. his past owners left him here because they could no longer take care of him, but he’s looking to find a new home,” he speaks as if he’s always been taking care of him, like he hadn’t just learned all that stuff half an hour ago

and he has his smile on, the one who could charm and warm up even the coldest of hearts

except one detail

you didn’t notice the little girl facing the puppies enclosure

until you hear her go “that one’s sleeping!”

but you can’t tear your eyes away from yeosang and his can’t help but hear his soft giggle as he says “his name’s sleepy”

yeah you want to punch a wall just about now

though you have to snap out of it quick

because you’re now letting this nice family adopt baxter and can’t fuck up the procedure or hongjoong will have your head

“how’d you know?” you ask, a little melancholic but over the moon to finally see your baxter go to a family worthy of him, as you both watch the car pull out of the parking lot.

“know what?” when yeosang turns to look at you, it’s with a shadow of a smile and curious eyes, an expression you’ve rarely ever seen directed your way

you swallow hard before speaking next

“that baxter’s fond of me”

his eyes light up in recognition

yeosang swore no soul shall ever know of this

but now he feels his resolution coming apart under your waiting eyes

because truth is, he’s noticed

he notices everything about you

from how you walk in dragging your feet when you have an early morning shift, relying on your cup of coffee, to how you laugh loudly at yunho’s jokes, always get your favorite snack from the vending machines at just about the same time he goes to get his melon pan he does wait for you to be done before going up to the machines himself

and how deeply you care for the dogs and how you seem to have a soft spot for baxter

maybe he’s even heard you once or twice rambling on and on to him about how you don’t get why he doesn’t like you

truth is, he sees you, and he likes you

so much

too much

he’s afraid of doing the wrong thing, say the wrong thing and make you hate him

but apparently his plan had backfired immensely

that’s why he insisted hongjoong gave him and not seonghwa the christmas shift

he even baked stupid cookies to give you

“ah, well…” yeosang has no idea how to get out of this one. “you just seemed to like him a lot from the way you spoke about him”

you hum, not really convinced

yeosang notices though, just as he notices the car of the afternoon staff pull in under the snowfall to free you of your volunteering duties

it’s not long before the shift’s over and he’s not going to see you until after the holidays

so, as you part ways to say goodbye to the pets and grab your coats, he musters up some courage

under the snowfall, he calls your name

when you turn around his dark hair is lightly dusted with snowflakes, only making him look more ethereal, and his eyes are determined

you don’t know what’s up with you today and why suddenly he’s making you feel like a teenager dealing with their first crush under his gaze

“yes?”

he comes closer, much more than he’s ever been, so close that you’re frozen on the spot

“just wanted to let you know that you can redeem your mistletoe kiss whenever you want to”

there’s a smugness in his voice, in his pouty smirk and a sense of accomplishment shining clear in his honey eyes

have they always been this mesmerizing?

his words and his warmth leave you breathless for just a beat too long, until your eyes fall on his lips

when you look back into his eyes, his are already looking at you, waiting

“alright,” you mutter lowly, pecking his lips once, testing the waters

he places another peck on your lips and, before you know, you’re kissing him

it feels exhilarating, and soft, so soft, just like his lips. just like the hand that’s come up to cup your cheek, bringing you closer, deepening the kiss.

when you come up for air you giggle, yeosang following suit

“may i also interest you in a coffee?” he asks, hand still on your cheek, gently brushing away snowflakes before they melt. you smile.

“i thought you hated me,” it almost sounds like a question and your brow furrows when he clicks his tongue.

“have you ever heard about the concept of quiet, introverted people who feel highly intimidated by awesome, funny, pretty people?”

you laugh, finally presented with the answer to the question that most replayed in your head

“take me on a date, hilarious, quiet, handsome guy”

he blushes and you know he’ll blame it on the cold, but only brushes his nose against yours

and to think you thought he couldn’t stand you mere hours ago

now he’s here, making your heart melt like snow upon touching his perfect skin

BOYS LiKE U! - a sung hanbin smau ☆

synopsis- getting invited on an idol reality show where two groups have to live with each-other for a month seemed.. awful. but at least you got to bond with your long time crush and fellow leader over taking care of your own grown ass members?

genre- smau, idol au, fluff, drama

pairing- idol!sunghanbin x fem-idol!reader

status- completed!

featuring- zerobaseone, lee jeonghyeon and more!

taglist- open

SPIN OFF! -> dazed and in love

one. worst name battle

two. #ChineseUnity

three. special mission + 0.3k

four. real life xo kitty

five. sharpie penis

six. hugging a woman

seven. late night walks

eight. kitchen ban + 0.3k

nine. naturally stoned

ten. investigation

eleven. two kamdens

twelve. everyday

thirteen. Barbie or Oppenheimer

fourteen. i like (u)k

fifteen. All Girls Are The Same

sixteen. pussy no balls man apocalypse

seventeen. social experiment

eighteen. cringe couple awards

nineteen. season two (finale)

We Lost The Summer

main masterlist

PAIRING(S) | idol Choi Yeonjun x idol female reader

GENRE(S) | smau, fluff, crack, idol au, strange to friends to strangers to friends to lovers, angst

WARNINGS. suggestivenes (only with older members), dark humor, swearing & profanities, mature topic like bully / dealing with hate, etc. every chapter has its warnings!. Ignore time stamps unless said

SYNOPSIS: When you met Choi Daniel, you didn't think that you would fall for him. The little boy you met when both nine, what you thought was a harmless crush turned into your first heartbreak when he decided to move back to South Korea without telling you.

A couple of years later you debuted as a soloist when your single ‘Danny’ goes viral. It happens to also reach the person that it was about Choi Daniel also known as a member of TXT Choi Yeonjun. Your u ex-crush.

Note: Y/n will be 1999 liner in this story, also he main face claim will be Jeon Somi. Any other ones are only used to pin point, i just use to make it a bit easier for myself. but you can imagine anyone you want to be it.

STATUS | on going

TAGLIST | comments on the main masterlist/ or send ask

Schedule | Every Wednesday

01. Good morning USA 🇺🇸.

02. Separate by yesterday.

03. Extras

Chapters

- 2020 era

000: ‘Goodbye Danny’ ✏️

001: ‘Worst nickname ever’

002: ‘Who is she?’

003: ‘Wait debut, soon ‘

004: ‘Danny going viral’

005: ‘Hey, I know her i think?

006: ‘AITA?’

007: ‘My first scandal’

008: ‘Danny is Daniel’

009: ‘Yujin unnie is the best’

0010: ‘Friends again’

0011: ‘Beomgyu?’

0012: ‘First win’

0013: ‘Happy Halloween 🎃’

0014: ‘Year is almost over’

0015: ‘Danny vs Yeonjun’

- 2021 era

0016: ‘Denial era begins’

0017: ‘It’s has been four months’

0018: ‘Yn noona or Yeonjun hyung’

0019: ‘He looks so-’

0020: ‘Wait she isn’t in denial anymore?’

0021: ‘I Feel You?’

0022: ‘She likes who?!’ ✏️

0023: ‘Date? Date!’

0024: ‘He fell for me, girls!’

0025: ‘You’re all better be voting for Yujin unnie’

0026: ‘He said what?!’

0027: ‘Sad songs’

0028:’Yujin unnie or Yeonjun?’

0029: ‘My Eyes! My Eyes!’

0030: ‘End of an era’

0031: 'I have a GIRLFRIEND?!'

0032: 'Danny is Yeonjun?!'

0033: 'I'm literally next to you'

0034: 'Break up? Make up!'

0035: 'year is almost over'

0036: 'someone get this man'

- 2022 era

0037: 'Yunjin debut? Yujin debut?'

0038: 'It is a mess.'

0039: 'my honest reaction'

0040: 'Comeback?Concert?'

0041: 'Are you crying?'

0042: 'INVU'

0043: 'ODD LOVE'

44: 'My boyfriend is an MC?!'

45: 'Fighting for my life.'

unreleased chapters name could change

MINESTREAM

PAIRING > park jongseong x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS > Wanting to start a new stream series with his best friends, Jay had a bright idea of playing some simple Minecraft with them. Everything was normal, until he realises there is another person in the call with them. He quickly learns that it was ni-ki’s older sister, (name). Watch how streaming a simple game of Minecraft can dig up some interesting feelings between the main leads.

GENRE > gaming streamers au + minecraft series au / romance + angst + silly and dirty jokes. i like a lot of innuendos because it makes the series more interesting. teen boy humour bc I’m 22 everyone😍 well turning 22 this year💀

FEATURING > the whole of enhypen + my lovely anon's oc, yvette.

SCHEDULE > i have internship coming up so i'll try my best to update it :'D / pretty irregular

TAGLIST > just send an ask or go here for the google form ;)

START: 17 February 2024 | END: tbc

PROFILES: broke people | twitch streamers

ONE: BACK DEMON🤺🤺🤺

TWO: he’s broken

THREE: late night✨🌃

FOUR: tough luck

FIVE: *falls down stairs*

SIX: minecraft with the boys!

SEVEN: play the game

EIGHT: asscrack [written]

NINE: slander park sunghoon day

TEN: new era🌟

ELEVEN: *wink wink*

TWELVE: are you shitting me

THIRTEEN: tell me about it

FOURTEEN: my pretty girl

FIFTEEN: that man is a f*cking simp [written]

SIXTEEN: you’re sexy PERIOD

SEVENTEEN: thats’s depressing, hyung

EIGHTEEN: sudden move

NINETEEN: no❤️

TWENTY: no dogs out

TWENTY-ONE: I cook cream soup

TWENTY-TWO: his lips looks soft [written]

TWENTY-THREE: keywords “shirtless” “about to kiss”

TWENTY-FOUR:

TWENTY-FIVE:

TWENTY-SIX:

TWENTY-SEVEN:

TWENTY-EIGHT:

TWENTY-NINE:

THIRTY:

THIRTY-ONE:

THIRTY-TWO:

THIRTY-THREE:

THIRTY-FOUR:

THIRTY-FIVE:

THIRTY-SIX:

THIRTY-SEVEN:

THIRTY-EIGHT:

THIRTY-NINE:

FOURTY:

FOURTY-ONE:

FOURTY-TWO:

FOURTY-THREE:

FOURTY-FOUR:

FOURTY-FIVE:

FOURTY-SIX:

FOURTY-SEVEN:

FOURTY-EIGHT:

FOURTY-NINE:

FIFTY:

fin

got any questions about the cast or the smau?

MineStream: asks

©️ filmbyjy | 2022

get better! | p. sunghoon

SMAU! synopsis -› in which your neighbor and popular twitch streamer park sunghoon breaks his arm, so he switches to vlog style content that matches up with yours! now everyone’s curious why 1) you have a cute boy in your apartment, 2) sunghoon’s not on his grind anymore, and 3) when are you two going to date!?

pair -› twitch streamer!sunghoon x vlogger!reader

includes -› fluff, humor/comedy, romance!!

trope -› strangers/acquaintances to lovers

cw -› cursing, i am chronically online so my humor is broken, i also don't know how to navigate twitter so forgive the inconsistent times or details, more to be added!

a/n -› guys i literally have never written an smau before. HELP??? it's been in my drafts since 2022 and now i finally wanna make it, plsplspls tell me if i seem like im plagarizing and i'll share proof + explanations! I have not been on enha tumblr in years but ik there's trope overlaps here and there!! super excited doe

TAGLIST OPEN! (send an ask, dm, or comment on THIS post to be added!!) SLOW UPDATES!

PROFILES. |||

sesame road | y/n l/n, yang jungwon, kim sunoo, l. inka, t. amber

fortnite new szn in 2 dayz? | park sunghoon, lee heeseung, sim jaeyun, park jongseong, riki nishimura

NEW VIDEO OUT EVERY FRIDAY! STREAMING TUESDAY AND SATURDAY AT 8PM! YAP CITY PODCAST NEW EP OUT NOW!

colored: written chapters!

maeumi x 4

new fortnight fortnite battle pass

nickname basis

fractured humerus or broken humor??

WITH Y/N RENT FREE JUST POSTED! meet my neighbor ig???

revenue is spiraling...

stan twit not ready

HOONIEBEE IS LIVE! join stream 4 special guest

the aftermath

finally famous

wdym rumors.

YAP CITY NEW EP OUT NOW! hooniebee, w/ y/n, and red flags!

locked in 4lyfe

do not download bedwars

#sunghoonisoverparty

HOONIEBEE IS LIVE! bedwars grind

that's fire put it out

omg the chemistry

WITH Y/N RENT FREE JUST POSTED! my kitchen almost caught fire!

YAP CITY NEW EP OUT NOW! hooniebee, w/ y/n, burning questions + special guests

yeah right

togetherness

HOONIEBEE IS LIVE! top ten worst among us betrayals

WITH Y/N RENT FREE JUST POSTED! grwm! pottery date, cooking pt. 2, and boyfren :P

MEDIA SPECIALS

jam with won pt 3 | Yang Jungwon

snooze acoustic cover - lee heeseung | HEESEUNG

how to make THE BEST 20 minute alfredo | cooking mama jay park

playing plat in silver lobbies | niki, jake

© all rights are reserved to mygnolia 2024. republished, translated, and/or heavily referenced work will be reported and removed immediately.

The Chicken Issue

Warnings: mention of way too much chicken

genre: fluff

Pairing: Yeosang x fem reader

word count: 766

Summary: In which craving what your soulmate is eating sucks especially when all your soulmate wants to eat is chicken.

“Chicken? Again?” Her brother groaned as he took in the food that was spread across the counter.

“I can’t help it! It’s like my soulmate is obsessed with this stuff.” She whined, making her plate hastily, soul bonds were never easy, and honestly it seemed to be even more difficult when the connection was so vague. How was craving the same food supposed to lead them to each other.

“Who is that obsessed with fried chicken?” Her brother groaned as he began making his plate as well.

“Phsycos that’s who.”

–

“Don’t you think your soulmate is tired of chicken?” Hongjoong asked with a grimace as he took in the sight of Yeosang eating chicken for the third time this week.

“How can anyone get tired of chicken?”

“Yeosang how can anyone eat it as much as you without getting sick.”

“Well the soulmate bond makes them crave it when i eat it so there shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Just because they crave it doesn’t mean they’re not tired of it.”

–

“Finally something normal!” Her brother blurted as they headed to the restaurant near the shopping center they had spent their day at. 

“If he can make me crave chicken all of the time, he can suck it up and eat sushi for the day.”

“So when he eats chicken, is it like a specific place, like you know how certain places have distinct tastes in their food, do you know if it's a specific place?” He wondered, making her think for a moment.

“I think it’s the place down the road from KQ.” She shrugged, she had been to many places trying to get the craving to dial down, never quite itching the right spot with each one, until she had tried that place near KQ, the craving finally relinquished. 

“God these bonds are weird, why don’t you stake out the place, is there a specific pattern on when he eats there? The specialist said once you meet the cravings should subside.”

“Yea like that will work.” She hummed, as the waiter came over to get their orders.

After ordering it became apparent that he wasn’t backing off of this idea, “I’m just saying, if we time it to when youre usually craving it we may be able to find him at the restaurant, then I can give him a piece of my mind for making me eat chicken so much.”He proposed making his sister roll her eyes, “One chance! Come one, what do you have to lose?” 

–

It worked. Way too well actually, the duo sat in the restaurant watching the door takingin each person coming in, when an ethereal man walked in illiciting gasps from the duo. The usually mute thrumming of the bond intensified the longer they stood in his presence, apparently he felt it too glancing around quickly before getting distracted by the chicken. As shocked as she was, she didn’t even notice her brother stealing the opportunity to approach the beautiful man who looked up in confusion, “Dude chicken seriously?”

“Huh?” Yeosang asked, looking offended at the abrupt question.

“Every time you eat it, my sister craves it and we’ve had chicken way too many times within the past few years since her bond surfaced.” Her brother complained, making Yeosang perk up in interest. Looking around the man’s body to try and spot his soulmate.

“What’s wrong with chicken?” The clueless man asked, tilting his head confusedly, making the other man sigh in exasperation.

“Chicken for dinner three times a week is annoying is what he’s saying!” Another voice chimed making Yeosang turn excitedly as the thrumming got stronger, he took in his soulmate with gleeful eyes, mind wandering to every compliment he could express to her one day.

"Okay, I get it now." He grinned, still drinking in his beautiful soulmate, both siblings sharing a look at the declaration.

"You do?" The brother wondered, looking unconvinced.

"Yeah!" Yeosang chirped happily, turning his head, giving his soulmate a great view of the birthmark on his cheek.

"Are you sure?" She raised an eyebrow showing that she didn’t believe a word he said.

 "No." Yeosang sulked, his shoulders deflating, before he picked up a piece of chicken and took a bite while pouting. “How can you not want chicken?”

“Honey that’s not the issue, it’s how often you ate it that makes me sick of it.” 

He grinned at the endearment, almost preening as she reached to ruffle his hair a bit in comfort. He could definitely get used to that. As long as she agrees to chicken twice a week.