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BTS As Dads: When their child (you) asks for a TinyTan toy
This is my fic for the May prompt for BTSWC! @thebtswritersclub
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 742 words
Warnings: none!
Date released: 08/05/2021
A/N: This is unedited btw!
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You Again (m)
Word: 4.4k
Pairing: Seokjin x Reader, first love, ex-lovers to lovers
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut
Summary: “…When we broke up, you said it was better this way, I didn’t want to hold you back. You have a bright future, I was only going to make things messy for you,” you give him a sympathetic smile.
Warnings: Implied smut, AnGSt, Mature language
a/n: my dude, seokjin looking like a snack. This took like a long time to write and hopefully you enjoy it. I have this thing for first loves since I desperately want one.
“ I want to marry you,” Seokjin whispers to you, while holding your body closer to him. You look at him crazy since you were both sixteen and way too young to think about marriage. He laughs and kisses your nose, “Not right now, but in the future.”
“ Then I do, you know for future references,” you kiss him on his nose and he whines. You tease him further, kissing him everywhere but his lips. “ You should go Seokjin…before my parents come tell me to eat breakfast.” Then you finally kiss him on his lips.
“ Mmm…okay,” he gets out of your bed and pulls his shirt on. You walk him to your window and kiss him one last time. “ I love you.”
“ I love you too.”
Seokjin smiles when he wakes up since he dreamed of you. He wonders how you are doing and if your married. What if your not maybe he searched for you and asked you to marry him. He laughs at the thought, and at his own pity, thinking you are still in love with him. Many years passed and your still on his mind. His thoughts are interrupted when he hears ringing from his phone.
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Fruits of my labour // ch2
“Are you really my appa?” Hyungsik asks excitedly, walking along with the man who had just collected him from his friend's house.
“I am son,” the man dressed in all black smiles at his son’s excitement.
“Wait! What about eomma?” Hyungsik asks as he tugs on the long black trench coat made of soft material.
“Eomma said we should spend some time together, just us. You ok with that buddy?”
Hyungsik hums and makes that face, the face he always makes when he’s in thought.
“Can we get some chicken? I always love the chicken eomma makes.” The young boy asks curiously.
“We can do whatever you want son.” Taehyung hums.
“Ohh can we go to the toy store then? I’ve only been to one once. I want to see all the toys, I don’t have many but I like to look at them.” Hyungsik exclaims happily.
“Of course, shall we go to the toy store first? That way you can play with your new toys while we wait for our food.” Taehyung suggests, prying Hyungsik’s small fingers off of his coat.
Instead he wraps his larger hands around Hyungsik's smaller ones.
“Wait appa, you don’t have to buy me anything. I’m okay with just going to look.” Hyungsik tries desperately to explain.
Taehyung ignores him.
“Nonsense, we’ll go to the biggest store I know, how does that sound? My son deserves to be spoiled.” Taehyung leans down and kisses his son's cheek.
“Appa.” Hyungsik blushes, happy to be there, with his dad.
“Ahhh!” Hyungsik shrieks but that slowly turns into laughter as Taehyung pulls him up into his arms.
“No son of mine should have to walk in such old uncomfortable shoes. Come we will get you some shoes as well.”
“Thank you appa but please don’t waste your money on me. Eomma says we always have to be responsible with money because we don’t have a lot.” Taehyung listens thoughtfully to his son.
“It’s ok son, I have more money then your mother. What’s the point if I don’t spoil my angel a little bit?”
“Ok, does that mean I get to pick?”
“Yes, my son can pick his own shoes.” Taehyung pinches his son's cheek. Hyungsik looks away, giggling happily. Taehyung gazed at his son, happiness overcomes him, happiness mixed with a fiery anger.
‘How dare she keep him away from me for so long?’
“What do you mean?! He doesn’t have a dad! I don’t even know who his dad is!” Your throat was raw from shouting at the woman standing in front of you.
“Please don’t shout in front of my son on his birthday.” The woman, Mrs Park quips.
“That’s really what’s important to you right now!? My son is missing!” Tears fall down your cheeks, your breathing harsh, your mind fading into a questioning haze.
What if you never found him again?
Who took him?
What are they doing to him?
You needed your baby back.
“Ma’am please calm down, come sit here.” A gentle voice and an accompanying hand leads you to the nearby couch.
“Can you tell me all that you remember from today ma’am? don’t spare a single detail.” The police officer orders, pulling out his notepad.
“Well we had breakfast, got dressed and then came here, we weren’t allowed in as we were told there was going to be too many people but Hyungsik was as he’s one of Jaesung’s best friends, we went to get ice cream at a nearby park and waited until it was time to come collect Hyungsik. That’s when I received a message from Mrs Park telling me she let my son go with some stranger.”
“Maam we’ll do everything we can to find him ok? But you really need to breathe now.” You nod rapidly at the officer's words but you can’t seem to bring yourself to calm down your breathing.
“Mrs Park, what does the man look like?” Another officer at the scene asks,
“Like a model, all I can tell you is he was wearing all black, his hair was black and he had eyes that could make you want to rip your clothes off in a second.” Mrs Park smiles, but it’s bitter and more like a sneer.
You couldn’t control yourself, you scream, a bloodcurdling and pained scream.
“Eomma, will he be ok? Will Hyung be ok?” Douhyun asks, his voice soft trying to remain calm, but everyone in the room could hear the tremble in his voice.
“What the hell are you doing!? Mrs park, you let him go off with some stranger!?” Yerum shouts, red in the face, but the teenager was equally as terrifying as if it were a police officer or a low level mob boss shouting.
“Kid you really need to calm down,” a third police officer approaches and tries to place his hands on Yerum’s shoulders in an attempt to calm his breathing. Yerum’s elbows fly back, landing on the officer's stomach.
The officer trips backwards a groan leaving his lips as his hands clasp where he had been struck.
Yerum didn’t seem to notice as he was still busy shouting at Mrs Park, who had also started shaking slightly, her eyes that were once dry as a bone were now tearing up.
“You better start crying you bitch,” Yerum spits the vilest insults and you can’t seem to do anything other than sit there and listen.
“My brother could be walking towards his death because of you so whatever you remember you better spit it out and do it with some decorum.” Yerum stutters on the last word as if he’s struggling to pronounce it, it slightly undercuts his menacing tone.
Mrs Park nods before glancing around at the room, she sees you have calmed down slightly but your chest was still moving rapidly. Her son Jaesung was sitting solemnly next to Douhyun who was crying buckets, they wanted their best friend back. And Yerum, as Mrs Park comes to make eye contact with Yerum, the officer he had knocked down had gotten back up and was watching the situation closely.
“I’ll start from the beginning.”