Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.
AN: mAN THIS ONE IS A LONG ONE BUT EEEEK ITS MY FAV PART SO ENJOY GUYS!!!
Readjusting your hat on your head, you rested a hand on your hip before wiping away the sweat that trickled down the side of your face. Who would’ve known that the day you had planned a field trip for the kids was the day of the record highest temperature your city had seen in the last decade.
Clearly you didn’t, because here you were with twenty sweaty, hungry and excited children all screaming and attacking you at once.
“Ms.L/N! Ms.L/N?! MS.L/N~” the children yelled, snapping you out of your trance, the heat making your head spin.
Looking down at the two children tugging at your skirt, they pointed towards the playground nearby and begged, “Can we all go play at the playground over there Ms.L/N? Please~” as they continued to put on their puppy faces, knowing well enough how irresistible they were to you.
Sighing, you nodded and immediately after, the rest of the children followed the two, running towards the playground and attacking the swings, slides, and see-saws with all their might.
“Be careful! And don’t fight- Minjae-ah! Get off Eunhae!” you yelled in exasperation, picking up your bag and trudging your way to the playground ahead. Finding a spot in the shade, under a big tree, you set down your stuff on the bench beside it.
Taking a walk around, you made sure all your kids were playing together, none of them hurting one another or themselves, at the least.
After you finished breaking up a fight over the sandbox, got a screaming kid off the monkey bars who was too afraid to let go and trying your hardest to calm down a crying child who accidentally stepped on an ant and killed it, you went to sit under a large oak tree, wanting to be away from the blinding sun.
Why are children so difficult to handle? you helplessly thought to yourself as you momentarily laid back against the tree trunk, your eyes fluttering close.
Just then you felt something wet stain your arm.
As you peeked your eyes open, you looked up to see a crow sitting on a branch as it blinked at you, making you slowly look down to your right arm.
“You did not.” you gasped as you looked back up at the crow and down at the large pool of shit it left on your arm.
After blinking at your for a bit, almost mockingly, it flew away making you mutter a couple words you knew you shouldn’t have said with all these children around.
As you made your way to the bench where all your stuff were, you pulled out your water bottle and washed the sticky mess from your arm. Casually looking around the playground, you started to make a mental count of all your kids, when suddenly your eyes went wide.
Series Summary: You knew that married life with an idol would be challenging. You just didn’t know that it would be this challenging.
Word Count: 1309
The wind blew the leaves across the pastel orange skyline. The blades of the grass swayed back and forth following the patterns of the whisking air. He stared at the lone tree in the middle of the field as the atmosphere turned into something bittersweet.
“Papa?” Her small hand was encased in his, “Papa…are those shoes for the tree?” He chuckled as he gazed down at the young child. He was amused by her innocence,
“No, those shoes already have an owner.”
“Who, papa?” The young girl looked up curiously at her father waiting for some type of answer. He licked his lips and gulped. A tinge of sadness twinkled in his eyes.
You meet Kang Dongho and the two of you bond over your mutual love for music. You start to notice that the songs you suggest to Dongho are played on the campus nighttime radio show, hosted by your favorite DJ, Baekho. Slowly, you start falling for Dongho.
for anon who requested dongho college bullet scenario
please listen to power trip by j.cole before/during reading, since i reference lyrics a lot in this scenario!
tysm to the smols n tols for the help yall are amazing and so lovely
you frowned, glancing down at your phone and back up at the building in front of you
it was the first week of classes, and you were standing outside the building where your media studies class was supposedly held, but the building was locked,the halls dark
“hey, coming through!” someone shouted before you were knocked to the floor, phone flying out of your hand and clattering to the floor
you grimaced in pain, as your knees, revealed by your shorts, had gotten scraped by the asphalt
“i’m sorry about that!” the guy who had knocked you over hopped off of his skateboard and jogged over to you, looking concerned
“look where you’re going, assh–” your words of disdain trailed off as the guy got closer to you
dressed in sweatpants and a casual tank top, the guy was easily the hottest guy you’d ever seen
“i’m so, so sorry,” he said, holding out a hand to help you up
you let him haul you up, his warm hand enclosing around your own, and you felt your heart beating quicker
“are you okay?” he asked, and you blinked at him, dazed by his sheer gorgeousness, “oh my god, you’re hurt! i can take you to the nurse, i’m really sorry about this, i was rushing to get to class, but it’s okay.”
“Oh, it’s fine, it’s fine,” you repeated, feeling bad for cursing at him when he was obviously really sorry about the whole thing
“no, really,” he insisted, “does your leg hurt? can you walk?”
“I’ll be okay,” you said with a smile, waving him off, “i just need to get the cut cleaned out
the two of you walked to the nurses’s office, and he introduced himself on the way
“i’m dongho,” he said, holding a hand out to shake, “third-year, music production major.”
“(y/n),” you replied as you shook his hand, “wait, did you say music production?”
“yeah, why?” he asked, looking down at you in interest
“oh, i’m a music production major as well,” you explained, “i just haven’t taken any classes other than general ed, since i’m a second-year.”
“ah,” he nodded patting you on the back, “general ed can be a bitch, but you just gotta push through.”
he guided you into the nurse’s office, greeting the nurse with a scarily high level of familiarity
once he’d ensured that you were okay and in good hands, he bid his goodbyes
“i’ll see you around, right (y/n)?” he said cheerfully from the door, skateboard tucked under one arm
“yeah, for sure,” you replied, watching as he hurried down the hall
“handsome boy, isn’t he?” the nurse remarked as she carefully placed a bandage over your knee
“yeah, he is,” you sighed, heart pounding furiously
that night, you laid on your bunk bed in the tiny college dorm you inhabited, earbuds in your ears
“good evening, dear listeners,” the gentle voice of baekho, your favorite dj of the college campus radio station, said through your earbuds, “we’ll start taking questions from you all. caller one, you’re on air.”
“hi baekho!” the listener said excitedly, voice crackly due to the poor connection, “today, i realized that i’m really in love with my boyfriend, but i’m not sure how to tell him.”
“well, i think that music would be a great way to do so,” baekho responded easily, “music communicates things that we can’t in normal, day-to-day conversation. actually, something happened today to me that was quite similar. i’ve never believed in love at first sight before, but today might have changed my mind– this next song is my way of communicating something i wouldn’t normally say in day-to-day life, and i hope you find the courage to do the same, caller one.”
you smiled slightly as baekho cued up the next track
when you’d first arrived on campus, homesick and alone, you’d found that listening to baekho’s segment soothed your worries
he just clicked with you in a way that confused you, but the things that he said and his views on life really resonated with you
and it sounded weird, given that you’d only ever listened to his voice, but you almost had a crush on baekho
you closed your eyes, letting yourself just relax and listen to the lyrics of the song baekho had played
I never thought I’d be in love like this; When I look at you my mind goes on a trip; Then you came in and knocked me on my face; Feels like I’m in a race but I’ve already won first place
the lyrics made you think of earlier that morning, knocking into dongho
even thinking about dongho made your heart race– he’d been so kind, not to mention how handsome he was
maybe you’d finally be able to crush on a real guy instead of some anonymous radio host
you have a job at a local record shop
and one time, you were working the cashier when the little bell on the door rang just before closing
“oh! (y/n)?” dongho smiled, “i didn’t know you worked here.”
“yeah, i’m covering for my co-worker’s shift, she had to go home for the weekend,” you explained
dongho checked the ‘latest releases’ shelf and pulled a few cds off before handing them to you, pulling out his wallet
“it’s pretty cool that you work here,” dongho grinned at you, making your heart race, “when are your shifts? i come here pretty often, and it’d be nice to see a familiar face”
sure enough, he starts showing up at your shifts, always smiling and greeting you
sometimes he’d check out the latest releases, sometimes he’d shuffle through your obscure indie records, and sometimes he’d pick up a specific album he’d ordered online
when you noticed that he’d ordered a cd of a particular group you liked, you struck up a conversation about it
“hey, (y/n), you should give me your number,” dongho said smoothly, “i’ve never actually met someone who was so into this group, and you have pretty good music taste.”
you blushed as you punched your number into his phone, handing it back to him
that night, you were enjoying baekho’s set when a familiar song started playing
“and that last song was for a certain someone,” baekho said in his easy voice, “i discovered someone who liked this group today, and i really encourage all you listeners to check them out.”
it was the unmistakable sound that the group you’d been talking about with dongho
maybe dongho knew baekho and had showed him the cd or something?
either way, it was nice to hear that group on the radio for once, since they didn’t get much attention normally.
you started texting dongho almost daily, heart racing every time you got a new notification
at first, you’d talked about music, but soon, the two of you were chatting about life in general, the stress of school and work
one song that you particularly loved was power trip by j.cole
you’d first texted dongho about it when the two of you were talking about j.cole
the two of you ended up mentioning it a lot, and you were reminded of how much you liked the song because baekho had been playing it a lot recently as well
dongho had joked that it was your song, and you’d turned bright red at that, squealing into your pillow
‘you know, baekho plays power trip a lot!’ you’d texted him in response
‘you listen to baekho???????’
‘ya ofc, i really love his show, it’s my favorite’
after you sent that, dongho stopped texting you for hours, and you even considered calling him– it wasn’t like him to just stop texting suddenly like that
that night, you were up all night, worrying that something you’d said had hurt dongho
you listened to baekho’s show that night with a heavy heart, plugging your earbuds into your phone with the weight of dongho’s absence weighing down
‘good evening, dear listeners,” baekho greeted,”tonight’s kind of a special night. i recently found out that someone very special to me listens to this show. i’ve always said that music can convey what people are too afraid to say. (y/n), this one’s for you.”
Got me up all night; All I’m singing is love songs, she got me up all night
You bolted up in your bed, eyes widening– Dongho was Baekho
you threw on the first pair of shoes you could find and raced through campus towards the radio station, bursting into the booth
Dongho looked up from behind the microphone, eyes widening as well
He quickly muted the microphone and stepped out into the waiting room, walking slowly up to you
“so, now you know,” dongho said, lifting his hands slightly, “would you believe if i said i’m in love?”
your lips quirked up at the quote from power trip, placing one of your hands into his
“you got me up all night,” you replied with a grin, lacing your fingers with his
he drew closer to you, your breath caught somewhere between your throat and the butterflies storming in your stomach
“can i kiss you?” he asked softly, eyes looking down at you
wordlessly you nodded, and then you were in his arms, lips pressed against yours carefully, slowly
he pulled away with a huge smile, laughing slightly
“(y/n), you don’t realize how happy you make me,” he said with a grin, pulling you into a hug, “ever since i ran you over, you’ve been constantly on my mind. i’ve been listening to the songs we talk about on repeat, i clear my schedule to stop by the record store, i squeal like a girl when you text me back.”
you smiled up at him, leaning up to press another kiss to his lips
Got me up all night All I’m singing is love songs, she got me up all night (all night) Constant drinking and love songs, she got me up all night (all night) Down and out with these love songs, she got me up all night (all night) Drown it out with these love songs, she got me up all night (yeah)
pls check out j.cole he’s an actual god and i really love power trip rhfdiwjac
summary: woojin gets too close with another girl, and it makes you jealous and you have a feeling that they both like each other.
y/h/c = your hair colour
miSTAKE I lowkey wrote lee guanlin whos lai guanlin imso sorry LMFAO
ah, you and park woojin. the most inseperable people ever. you’ve never left each other’s side, despite the arguments (that were pretty much over food and safety), private issues, everything. you knew you could always count on woojin. he’s always made you smile. and lately, you feel like you don’t feel ‘the best friend’ vibe anymore, you feel the ‘oh my god i like you but will you feel the same way?’ vibe. but you had no idea if woojin loved you back. you doubt it.
you and woojin met fifth grade, your parents were friends and you didn’t live that far from woojin’s family. you officially met because woojin was constantly getting picked on and you decided to help him, and then the next seven years you never really left each other’s sides. even both of you promised not to leave each other at all.
it was a wednesday morning and it was your first class, english. you sat in your seat, woojin next to you. you were both discussing about the homework and quickly making some changes. he turned around at some point to talk to lai guanlin, who was also one of his best friends. you enjoyed guanlin’s company as well and you could count on guanlin as well.
“okay class, settle down please.” your teacher, miss kwon says, “good morning class.”
“good morning, miss kwon.” your class says in union.
“before we start off today’s lesson, we have a new student. please make her feel welcome this year.”
the new student comes in and you’re pretty sure all of the class gasps.
she looked like a model.
you had to admit, she looked incredibly pretty. your school was a public school, and you’d expect someone like her to be in a private, more high school.
she bowed, “hello, my name is jihee, please take care of me.”
people around you whisper and woojin leans on your desk, “she’s pretty cute.”
your heart broke. you nod, “i hope i become friends with her..” you lie.
“park woojin, please raise your hand.” miss kwon says, “jihee, your seat is next to park woojin. please make her feel comfortable, mr park.”
“of course.” woojin nods, raising his hand. jihee blushes as she sits next to woojin, “welcome to 101 high.”
you sigh as you look at woojin and jihee laughing under a tree, eating their lunch. you were sat with guanlin, who said he didn’t really care for the new student. you were glad someone agreed with you.
“So you’re left alone in the house with Taehyung while Mika is gone away for a business trip?” My best friend, Jungkook, repeated the words I had previously told him which made me nod. “That does’t sound so bad…I don’t now why you’re worrying so much, you don’t have Mika to tell you what to do or boss you around anymore”
“Unnie doesn’t boss me around Jungkook” I spoke, which earned me a look from him. “She doesn’t. She’s just really overprotective and wants what’s best for me”
“By bossing you around”
“Jungkook” I warned him. Jungkook laughed and nudged my side playfully before turning back to his work, scribbling a few notes down from the board at front. I nibbled on the lid of my pen as I began to think of last nights events. The delivery boy, the movie, saying he was mine, the nearly kiss. Would he have went through with it if Mika didn’t call? Probably not.
“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook brought me out of my thoughts, making me jump as he placed his hand on my arm to grab my attention.
Bombshell —okay mostly bc I gotta sleep but wanna snoop but still
I DIDN’T GET AROUND TO THE BOMBSHELL I WAS HOPING FOR T.T I wasn’t feeling the best and had a rather bad headache, I’ll try my best to get around to the bombshell asap! Have a fluffy chapter for the moment!
“Have you done it yet?”
Yuuri finished wiping the spread of food
that had somehow ended up all over Yuri’s face after breakfast before turning
towards his sister with a sigh.
“No,” he stated simply.
“Papa!” Yuri called out, tugging on his
sleeve gently, “Can I have some more?” the boy asked in perfect Japanese,
looking up at him with big green eyes that could make most people melt.
Luckily, he had enough practice with them.
“I don’t know, Yurochka, why don’t you go
ask Baba?” he suggested. Yuri didn’t waste a moment, hurrying to his feet and into
the kitchen where his mother should still be.
“When are you going to do it?” Mari asked
him, staring at him from over the edge of her cup.
“We just got here,” he reminded her, “I
have plenty of time.”
“Five days isn’t exactly ‘plenty of time’,”
Mari stated while giving him a pointed look.
“Six. I have today,” he huffed. Mari raised
an eyebrow in response before rolling her eyes. “Sure, whatever you say, little
brother.” Mari gently set her cup down and leant back on her hands, staring at
him from across the table.
A silence swept over them for a moment, as
they stared at each other from across the table.
“Um,” he mumbled, breaking the silence and
causing Mari to raise an eyebrow curiously in his direction, “What… What do you
think of him?”
“Victor?” Mari questioned, sighing to
herself when he nodded his head.
“He is,” Mari started before pausing. They
stared at each other for a moment longer before Mari let out a sigh, “He makes
you happy. He adores you and your adorable brat. Does it matter what I think of
“Do you like him?” he asked, earning a
thoughtful hum from his sister before she gave a shrug.
“I don’t hate him,” she told him simply.
“Papa! Papa! Look, look!” Yuri shouted
while walking into the room with his mother a step behind the boy with a tray
“Someone sure is hungry,” his mother said
while setting to work setting more food on the table for not only Yuri but Mari
and himself as well.
“We’ve eaten, kaasan,” Mari stated, earning
a bright smile from their mother before she left them be. They shared a look
before sighing softly before admitting defeat and sitting up properly to enjoy
the second serving of breakfast bestowed upon them.
“I can’t believe you’re dating Victor
Yuuri sighed as he glanced towards his two
childhood friends, Yuuko and Takeshi, who sat beside him wide eyed, watching
Victor play with Yuri and the triplets on the ice.
He couldn’t believe how much the Nishigori
triplets had grown in his absence. To believe they had only been tiny babies
when he had left for Russia. And now, they were just slightly older than Yuri.
“How did you do it!?” Takeshi demanded,
turning to him. He snorted out a laugh before shrugging his shoulders.
“I don’t know,” he admitted honestly.
A squeal caught their attention, causing their
heads to snap towards the children – and lone adult, who could somewhat be
classified as a child – only for the small group to burst into giggles of
delight as Victor slumped on the ice dramatically, announcing loudly that he
was dead much to the four six-year-olds delight.
They had made plans to meet up with Yuuko
for lunch, only for Yuri and himself to be ambushed in the entry of the rink by
the Nishigori triplets, who begged to go skating with Victor – something that
Yuri happily agreed too.
Which lead them to now, seated at the rink
side with his two childhood friends while watching Victor as he skated with four
“Are you sure they aren’t related?”
He glanced towards Takeshi in confusion,
only to arch an eyebrow as Yuuko elbowed him.
“You can’t ask that,” Yuuko hissed - clearly
hoping that he didn’t hear.
“No, they aren’t related,” he stated
“Sorry,” Yuuko apologised while flashing
him a weak smile. He shrugged in response, he didn’t blame them for thinking
that. They hadn’t left Japan before, hadn’t been to Russia. So, seeing two
pale, fair haired Europeans together, he couldn’t exactly blame them for asking
if they were related.
Yuuri turned his full attention to Yuri,
who clung to Victor leg, staying close to the older man while shyly interacting
with the three girls that were his age.
Nishigori triplets were nice enough to
Yuri, though were much fascinated with Victor than making a new friend.
“I’ll be right back,” Victor said gently to
the children while ever so gently prying Yuri’s hands off him and gave the boy
a pat on the head. Yuri stiffened up as he was left alone with the Nishigori
triplets as Victor skated over to them.
“What are we talking about over here?”
Victor asked as he slipped his blade guards on and walked over to join them at
the rink side seating.
“Children,” he stated simply with a shrug.
Victor gave a hum of understanding as he scooped up his drink bottle and drank
from it deeply.
Yuri seemed to swallow nervously as the Nishigori
triplets approached him, asking him muttered questions that were all too quiet
to hear from where they were.
“I hope they aren’t too much for you,”
Takeshi piped up, glancing around him to make eye contact with Victor.
“Not at all,” Victor said, waving him off while
resting a hand on his thigh. He couldn’t help the blush that rose to his cheeks
at the simple touch of affection.
Why was he getting so flustered by the simplest
“So, Victor,” Yuuko piped up, “How did you
and Yuuri meet?”
“You don’t have to answer that,” he piped
up quickly, sending a glare in Yuuko’s direction.
Victor let out a cheerful laugh while
giving his thigh a few gentle pats.
“Ah, yes. It isn’t exactly the most
romantic tale,” Victor admitted.
“Oh?” Takeshi questioned, arching an
eyebrow while staring at him with a smirk on his lips.
“I do believe,” Victor started.
“Don’t tell them,” he mumbled, causing
Victor to pause.
“Tell us,” Yuuko asked, grinning from ear
to ear brightly.
“Yuuri had a little spill down the stairs
of our apartment building and landed on me,” Victor said with a small laugh.
He glanced up a Victor with a light blush
on his cheeks, wondering why Victor hadn’t mention anything about him fainting
or being sick.
“Really? You fell on him?” Yuuko snickered,
causing him to groan and burry his face into his hands in embarrassment. It
might not of been the whole truth, but he had indeed fell on Victor the first
time they met.
“Vicchan!” Yuri shouted, causing Victor to
plant a kiss on his cheek before moving to stand up.
“He was a pretty good catch,” Victor chuckled
before returning back to the ice where the children were waiting for him.
He slowly rose his face from his hands to
glance towards his childhood friends, only to groan as they snicked together.
“Good catch?” Yuuko giggled, waving her
He groaned and returned to hiding his face
in his hands.