#dk imagine

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“Babe,”

“Yeah?” Dokyeom didn’t wait until he was properly seated to reply your call. It almost made you feel bad for playing a trick on him. 

You calmed down before continuing, “Babe, I don’t know why but there’s a hot guy just now came up to me saying that he’d give me 100 dollars if I kiss him on his lips,” pointing at a random car in the parking lot with seriousness. 

“Baby… Why’d you call him a hot guy?” he pouted.

That’s not the point but at least he’s attentive.

“Also don’t kiss him for 100 dollars,” Dokyeom leaned in for a peck and felt pleased when you smile sweetly.

You deliberately put a 100-dollar note in your hand as you showed the who-knows direction the ‘guy’ went.

“Where did you get this? Who gave you 100 dollars?” He was in. “Did you kiss him?

You gave a swift nod to his question.

“Which guy did you kiss? I’m gonna-” he was ready to lose his shit for real but halted his action when you burst out laughing so hard.

“Lee Dokyeom! Come back here! I didn’t kiss anyone. Oh my god, you’re gonna get scammed for real at this point,”

Dokyeom grunted, entered the car and pulled you onto his lap by force. 

“Ahh! What are you doing,” you laughed again as he tickled you. “Bad girl, this is your punishment,”

Boy, you know you’re done for when he said that.

그는 기회를 놓칠 것이다. He’s gonna miss his chance.

Description: Dokyeom runs a puppy cafe with his friends Wonwoo and Mingyu. Life is calm and uninteresting until a mystery girl appears every morning and makes a connection with the one dog in the cafe who remained unconnected with nearly everyone in the cafe. Who is this mystery girl?
Warnings: NONE
Genre: FLUFF
Word Count: 4.4k

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It was late morning and Dokyeom had just finished letting the dogs out onto the cafe floor. Wonwoo was busy prepping the cafe counter while Mingyu was pouring out breakfast for the dogs.

After breakfast was served, Mingyu moved to clean out the dogs’ potty area in the back and Dokyeom helped Wonwoo stock the display case. The dogs ran around and played with each other. Some of the smaller dogs ran in the clear tube system they had set up along the front windows. Except for one.

The small dog named Luna sat in the tubing next the door nearly level with the door handle. All Dokyeom could see was the messy light brown fur that covered her back as she sat just staring out the window. Not moving a muscle but he knew that her eyes followed every person and every car that passed by. Customers never really interested her and she sat either in that spot of the one on the other side of the front door daily. The only person who could really capture her attention was Wonwoo but he was usually busy with the cafe during the days so she just sat there.

It was while Dokyeom was looking at Luna that he saw her. And so did many of the other dogs. The dogs started barking and followed as she passed in front of the windows. She looked over at the dogs chasing her and a smile touched her lips.

Most of the dogs were following her from the cafe floor but a few managed to sneak into the tunnels and follow her there. As she walked passed, a small dog just sitting in the tunnels caught her attention.

She paused and looked at the dog with sweet eyes as it looked back at her. Smiling softly, she tapped her finger against the glass and the dog nudged her nose in the same spot.

“Hi.” (y/n) whispered softly, “You’re so cute.” She looked up at the big sign with the name of the establishment written out in separated cursive letters. “Aji’s Cafe.” (y/n) read the name out loud.

She peeked behind the puppy staring at her with large eyes and saw a bunch of other dogs wondering around the cafe. “A dog cafe.” She murmured with awe before turning her attention back to the light brown dog pawing at her through the window. “I’m sorry, I have to go to work now. Bye.” (y/n) gave the dog a tiny apologetic wave before resuming her walk to work.

As she walked away, the tiny little brown fluff ball trotted after her until the dog couldn’t follow anymore.

Wonwoo broke from his morning duties and found Dokyeom staring out the windows. Following his line of sight, he tried to find what Dokyeom was staring at. He couldn’t see anything special so he nudged Dokyeom’s shoulder, “Did you zone out?” He asks.

“No, there was a girl.” Dokyeom shook his head and pointed to where Luna sat at the far side of the window. “Luna even followed her.”

Wonwoo looked back at the window to find what Dokyeom said was true. Luna had moved from her normal spot and he hadn’t even been anywhere near her. “How interesting…” He commented, allowing himself a second of awe before heading into the storage room to grab more straws.
Dokyeom leaned his elbows on the counter and the image of her face appeared in his mind. Mostly, he was stuck on her eyes. Just how soft they were when she was looking at Luna and how a small wave of something hidden washed over her eyes for a second before it vanished. He was intrigued by her and part of him wanted to know more but the other part knew he would probably never see her again.

But the next day, she walked passed again and even stopped to stare at Luna again. However, just like the previous day, she didn’t stay long and didn’t wonder into the cafe. Much to Dokyeom’s dismay.

It happened the next day. And the next. And the next. And the next. After a week, Dokyeom decided to try and catch the mystery girl while she was stopped and ask her why she always stopped.

“What are you going to do?” Mingyu chuckled, “Stand out there all morning until she shows up?”

“Maybe.” Dokyeom stated defiantly while gripping the broom tighter.

“What else would you do?” Wonwoo wondered, drying off the cup that Mingyu had used for his morning pick-me-up.

Dokyeom shrugged, “Go out when she shows up.”

Mingyu burst into laughter and Wonwoo tried to hide his laugh.

“That won’t be odd at all.” Mingyu said, over pronouncing every other word.

Suddenly the dogs started to bark and clammer towards the front windows. The three coworkers turned their heads and as always, the girl was walking passed.

“Huh, she’s earlier than normal.” Wonwoo remarked, glancing at the clock.

Nowadays, instead of just paying attention to Luna, she would look at all the dogs that came to greet her in the windows. Today was no different but she did move slower and gave a couple more seconds of attention to the other dogs. Her smile filled her eyes as she reached her hand out to the window and greeted Luna and Dokyeom was captivated.

“He’s gonna miss his chance.” Mingyu snickered to Wonwoo who elbowed him in the stomach.

While the sentence reached Dokyeom’s ears, it didn’t fully process until a handful of seconds later.

“Oh!” He exclaimed and walked towards the front door with the broom securely in his hand.

As casually as his nervous nerves would let him, he opened the front door and began to sweep the front entrance area. He paused and looked up at her while she was occupied with Luna’s attention. She was dressed simply in jeans and a blouse with a large purse hanging off one shoulder. Her hand was still touching the window and Dokyeom could just barely make out Luna on the other side pawing at her hand.

With a pounding heart, Dokyeom attempted to start a conversation with the mystery girl.

“You know, she never pays attention to anyone like that.” He stated as nonchalantly as he could.

The girl’s head whipped up towards him, somewhat startled that he would be speaking to her.

“It’s a female?” She asked after she deemed him nonthreatening.

“Yeah, her name’s Luna.” Dokyeom said, approaching her. “She usually sits in the window and just stares blankly. Doesn’t really interact with our customers either.”

“She seems very sweet though.” She tilted her head to the side. (y/n) moved her hand to the side slightly and watched in adoration as Luna’s body twisted to follow it.

“She is. To the people she likes.” Dokyeom told her and tapped on the window near (y/n)’s hand but Luna’s attention was solely on (y/n).

“People?” (y/n) repeated a little confused.

Dokyeom nodded towards the inside of the cafe, “She also likes Wonwoo, the one behind the coffee bar.”

(y/n) raised her head up and looked beyond the tunnel system criss-crossing the window. Spotting the male busy loading the coffee beans, she smiled.

“Well, at least one of you can get her out of the window.” She joked and Dokyeom chuckled.

“Do you want to come in?” He asked and gestured towards the door, “You stop by almost everyday but haven’t once come in. I’m sure Luna would love it.”

(Y/n) felt her heart leap into her throat. She hadn’t thought anyone noticed how often she stopped by. Stopping at this cafe every day was her claim to a fairy tale life where somebody might notice her but she knew that no one paid that much attention to anything, especially her. A second later, her heart sank heavily back into place as she rejected his offer.

“I can’t. I have to go to work.” She said sadly and Dokyeom’s expression fell slightly before he picked it up again with a smile.

“That’s okay.” He reassured her, “We’re always here so you should stop by after work or on your day off or something.”

(y/n) nodded. “Yeah, I might.” She gave him a small smile. “Well, I gotta go to work now…” She trailed off, unsure of how to end such a conversation.

“Oh, right, right.” Dokyeom stammered out. “Uh, my name’s Dokyeom, by the way.”

“(y/n).” She informed him, “It was nice to meet you, Dokyeom.” She turned to the window where Luna still sat and leaned closer even though they both knew it wasn’t going to help. “And it was nice to finally know your name, Luna.” She gave Dokyeom one last wave, which he reciprocated, and walked down the street.

As she walked away, (y/n) let out the breath she’d been holding in cause not only was he not annoyed that she always stopped by but he was sweet. Not to mention absolutely adorable.

(y/n) walked away and Luna followed her as far as the edge of the window. Then she stared longingly after (y/n). As did Dokyeom. A warm smile rested on his lips and his heart was fluttering in his heart. He finally knew the mystery girl’s name: (y/n). He thought it was an adorable name and that she, herself, was completely adorable.

A sudden knocking at the window scared Dokyeom half to death. With his defenses up, he looked around for the culprit and found Mingyu by the window, a hand resting in between two levels of tunnel and the other wrapped tightly around his stomach while he shook with the biggest laugh attack.

Dokyeom scowled at his friend and stomped back inside, flinging the door open without an ounce of grace for the hinges.

“Kim. Min. Gyu.” Dokyeom seethed angrily through gritted teeth and turned towards the window where Mingyu stood, still suffering from his laugh attack. “You are dead.”

“It’s not his fault you were transfixed by the girl.” Wonwoo chuckled as he refilled the lids. “But hey, you talked to her!” He praised Dokyeom which wiped the scowl from his face.

“I did.” Dokyeom agreed proudly, leaning the broom against the coffee bar and leaning his own body over the counter.

“So, what’d you talk about?” Wonwoo wondered as Mingyu shuffled over, his eyes still bright with laughter.

“I told her Luna’s name. Asked her to come in. She declined because she had to go to work. But she said she’d try when she doesn’t work.” Dokyeom informed the other two as they listened intently, “We exchanged names and then she left.”

“Simple.” Mingyu nodded slowly, contemplating the information, “I like it.”

“What’s her name?” Wonwoo inquired, raising both eyebrows like the question shouldn’t have needed to been asked.

A smile touched Dokyeom’s lips as he told them her name. “It’s (y/n).”

The next day, (y/n) stopped by again but when she peeked inside the cafe, none of boys she’d seen the last time were in the main cafe area. She had a split second thought that they may have closed down but the dogs running around the cafe were a clear sign that they hadn’t.

The day after that, Dokyeom walked out and talked to her a more while she said hello to Luna. He did it again the day after that and the one after that. It became part of both of their routines. (y/n) would stop in front of the cafe and play with Luna through the window while she waited for Dokyeom’s momentary company. Dokyeom would be outside the cafe the second she appeared at their windows. Though sometimes he’d be in the back of the store and Wonwoo or Mingyu would have to call his name when (y/n) passed by. Wonwoo and Mingyu loved those times because it was absolutely hilarious to watch Dokyeom scramble to get to the front door as fast as possible. It was entertaining but Dokyeom’s race to the front door would often rile up all the dogs into a barking fest so their ears suffered.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Dokyeom asked one day. The question took (y/n) by surprise.

“I don’t think I have time to wait for it…” She said super apologetically because while it would really nice to hop inside for a drink, she couldn’t be late to work.

Dokyeom shook his head, “That’s okay. I was more thinking that if you told me what you wanted, I could have it ready for you when you stop by tomorrow.” He explained.

“How would I pay you for it?” She wondered, enjoying the thought that he had thought a plan like through.

Dokyeom shook his head, again. “You don’t have to pay. You stop by everyday and stop for Luna. That’s enough payment for us.”

“Are you sure?” (y/n) questioned to make sure because she kind of felt bad for not paying.

“Completely sure.” Dokyeom nodded definitively. “What would like to drink tomorrow, (y/n)?” He asked her with bright eyes.

(y/n) giggled, “I’ll just take an Americano.”

“Iced?” He pushed further.

“In this weather?” She gestured up at the sun beating down on their shoulders, “Yes, please.”

“You got it.” Dokyeom memorized her order with a smile.

(y/n) smiled and glanced down at her phone. “Shit, I gotta go. I’ll stop by tomorrow.” She told him and gave Luna one last little wave before she quickly walked away.

Dokyeom managed a small wave before she completely turned around. But even as she walked away, his hand didn’t lower back down until he realized it was starting to go numb from the lack of blood.

“This is coming out of your paycheck.” Wonwoo informed Dokyeom over the espresso machine.

Dokyeom nodded his head quickly, tired of being reminded. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Can you hurry up? She’s going be here any second.”

Wonwoo chuckled and shook his head, “Chill, it’s almost done.”

Dokyeom nervously glanced from the clock to the espresso machine and back to the clock. Hearing the espresso hit the water and ice in the cup, he whipped his around and watched as Wonwoo placed a lid on the cup. Tearing all but the top portion of the plastic off the straw, he stuck the straw in just as (y/n) rounded the corner.

“Wow, she has good timing.” Mingyu muttered, bringing Wonwoo the coffee beans for the day.

Not wanting to waste another second, Dokyeom dashed out the door with the coffee in hand.

“One Iced Americano for the lady.” He announced himself and handed (y/n) the coffee.  

“Thank you.” She smiled while taking it from him and Dokyeom swore his heart exploded.

Boy, did he like (y/n).

A couple days later, Dokyeom was helping Wonwoo at the coffee bar and kept glancing at the windows waiting for (y/n) to stop by so he could talk to her. Luna was waiting too, except she wasn’t as nervous as Dokyeom.

“You’re really going to do it?” Wonwoo asked, throwing a glance at him while he wiped the counter down.

Dokyeom refocused on stocking the macarons, “Yeah, I’m going to. I mean it’s a phone number and I feel like since we’ve been talking every day, it’s only right to exchange numbers, right?”

Wonwoo shrugged, “I’m the wrong person to ask.”

They fell into a silence and as the minutes passed, Dokyeom became antsy. The time when (y/n) would usually appear in front of their cafe passed and Dokyeom had to calm himself.

“Maybe she woke up late.” He reasoned with himself.

But then her work start time came and went.

“Okay, maybe she woke up REALLY late.” He told himself and forced himself to go about his day. But Luna just sat in the window, waiting.

The next day, Dokyeom waited in front of the coffee bar, too nervous to help with the opening chores. Half of his nerves came from worrying if (y/n) would reject his number and the other half worried that she wouldn’t show up again.

(y/n)’s usually time quickly approached and Dokyeom felt his entire body buzzing with anticipation and nervousness. Luna also waited patiently, her eyes scanning the street for any sign of the person she’d come to love.

As time passed and there was no sign of (y/n), Dokyeom felt like his heart and entire body were being dragged into the underworld.

Wonwoo and Mingyu silently went about their morning duties but they couldn’t help glancing sorrowfully at Dokyeom and Luna. Even they were effected by (y/n)’s absence, though they had never actually interacted with her.

2 more days passed and still there was no sign of (y/n). Luna still kept hope and sat obediently at the window, waiting for (y/n) to return. But Dokyeom began to lose hope. He started to believe that she wasn’t coming back and he feared it was because he had said or done something.

“Don’t lose hope, Dokyeom.” Wonwoo tried to encourage his friend Saturday morning while they were releasing the dogs from their kennels.

“It’s pretty obvious she’s not coming back.” Dokyeom muttered, sadness laced in his voice like a vine tangled in a fence.

“Maybe she went on a business trip or something.” Wonwoo offered while opening a large kennel.

Dokyeom shrugged, “Or I scared her off.” His pessimism was a stark contrast to the bubbly and optimistic person Wonwoo had befriended all those years ago.

Sighing, Wonwoo opened Luna’s kennel and scooped her out. She nuzzled into his chest and gave him a lick on the chin. Walking to the doorway, he set Luna down and she trotted right into the tunnel system and planted her butt in the same spot as always.

Dokyeom opened the rest of the kennels on his side and let the dogs run out. A frown had been etched onto his face for days and the only time it went away was when he forced a smile for the customers that stopped in.

Mingyu walked through the doorway with a slightly distressed expression. If Dokyeom squinted, he thought he could see Mingyu’s eye twitching.

“I forgot to refill the food container last night.” He whispered like it was the worst thing to happen on the planet.

“Let’s do that now.” Wonwoo said calmly and began walking further into the back room where the 20 pound bags of dog food were kept. One person could handle it but having two people was obviously much faster.

Outside the cafe, (y/n) stopped just before the cafe windows began with her heart pounding in her throat. She didn’t mean to be absent for so many days and now she didn’t know how they would react if she showed up again.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Wonwoo dropped his head in frustration.

“What?” Mingyu wondered, walking over. “Oh, uh, Dokyeom, add dog food to the list of groceries we have to order.”

This got Dokyeom’s attention and he scrunched his eyebrows together, “We’re completely out?”

“Almost out.” Wonwoo corrected Dokyeom, looked at him, and pointed to the top shelf where the last bag of dog food sat.

“Oh, okay.” Dokyeom said as Mingyu quickly set up the ladder to climb.

Reaching the top, he carefully slides the bag out and into Wonwoo’s awaiting and outstretched hands. Dokyeom was still there… just in case something happened?

Taking a deep breath, (y/n) confidently walked into the cafe and was immediately greeted by a bunch of dogs barking and surrounding her. But the one she wanted to see was a little late as she had to run out of the tunnels to reach (y/n). Picking up Luna, (y/n) allowed her to give a few licks before readjusting her to be nestled in one arm while the other petted the other dogs. Just as she lowered herself to the ground, she heard someone exclaim from the back room and a small commotion.

“We have got to get better at keeping records.” Wonwoo commented as the bag nearly reached his hands.

“Wasn’t my dut- Ah!” Mingyu exclaimed as the bag slipped from his grasp and into Wonwoo’s arms. The sudden weight made Wonwoo stumble and drop to a knee. The corner of the bag snagged on a shelf and started to spill dog food onto the floor.

“Dokyeom, grab it, grab it.” Wonwoo spit out instructions as Mingyu clambered down the ladder. Dokyeom quickly flung into action and grabbed ahold of the torn corner before more food could spill out.

“Well, there goes a solid 2 cups.” Mingyu said and began collecting the fallen food to throw away. All three prepared for the onslaught of dogs rushing in to try and grab some of the fallen food but it never came.

“Where are the dogs?” Dokyeom wondered as Wonwoo rose back to his full height.

“Maybe they didn’t hear the food falling.” Wonwoo offered a reason. “Let’s get the stupid container filled before my arms actually fall off.” He huffed out and Dokyeom agreed still holding onto the torn corner.

Turning into the doorway, Wonwoo and Dokyeom nearly drop the bag of food, along with Dokyeom’s jaw.

(Y/n) sat on the floor, surrounded by nearly all the dogs in the cafe and Luna tucked happily in the crook of her arm. She looked up and noticed the two men standing in the doorway holding onto a big bag of dog food. Wonwoo was holding the majority of the bag and Dokyeom had a hold on a corner and his eyes were wide with shock. Quickly standing up, (y/n) made sure Luna was still comfortable.

“Hi.” She said sheepishly, a warm flush appearing on her cheeks.

“Hi.” Wonwoo was first to greet her until he elbowed Dokyeom in the stomach which got him sputtering out a greeting.

“Hey, hi.” He said and Wonwoo wanted to facepalm himself but (y/n) giggled.

“I, uh, heard some noise back there, are you guys okay?” (y/n) asked, looking slightly worried between the two of them.

“Yeah, yeah.” Dokyeom said, recovering from his shock, “Uh, Mingyu just dropped the bag of dog food into Wonwoo and then the corner snagged and tore and then I had to grab it. Heh.” He eyed the spot where his hand kept the food from spilling out.

“Ah, I see.” (Y/n) nodded as Wonwoo side stepped towards the dog food container, pulling Dokyeom along. She followed but kept a few feet away, not wanting to get too close. “Is Mingyu okay?”

“I’m fine!” Mingyu said appearing in the doorway with his hands cupped together, trying not to drop anymore dog food.

“You haven’t been here for a few days.” Dokyeom pouted once he was relieved of his bag holding duty.

“Yeah…” (y/n) scratched the back of her neck. “Sorry for disappearing like that.”

“Did you have a work thing?” Dokyeom asked, unable to stop his curiosity. “Wonwoo thought you might’ve had something like that.”

(y/n) chewed on her bottom lip, “It wasn’t a business trip.”

“Oh.” Dokyeom’s face fell and he wasn’t able to pick it up like he had the first time they’d met. Fears that he’d scared her away were rushing in and he couldn’t stop them.

“It’s not anything bad.” (y/n) rushed out when she saw his face stay fallen. “The first day I woke up really late and was late to work so I couldn’t stop by. And then the next day I got really sick and couldn’t leave my house.”

“You were sick?” Dokyeom repeated her words, worry for her replacing all the negative thoughts immediately.

She nodded, “It was pretty bad.” She smiled, a bit embarrassed.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, his eyes searching her face for any signs of discomfort.

“I’m fine now. I’m completely fine.” (y/n) reassured him, “I think I caught a bug from work or something.”

Dokyeom sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair.

(y/n) felt her breath catch in her throat and her heart fluttered like a hummingbird.

Wonwoo finished shoving the dog food bag into the trash before moving to the sink to wash his hands. Mingyu took Wonwoo’s spot next to the newly filled food container and began dishing out the food for the dogs.

“Iced Americano?” He asked (y/n) and looked over his shoulder at her.

She nodded, “You remember?”

“It’s hard to forget when Dokyeom kept rushing me to make one every so often for you.” Wonwoo chuckled and dried his hands.

“It wasn’t that often.” Dokyeom defended himself.

“Yes it was.” Mingyu commented without so much as a glance up.

Wonwoo spotted (y/n) reaching for her bag and quickly stopped her, “This one’s on the house.”

(y/n)’s shoulders fell in defeat. “Oh, come on. You’ve got to let me pay for at least one.”

Wonwoo shook his head, adamant about his position. “You showing up here today should be celebrated, everything considered.”

(y/n) gave Wonwoo a disappointed look but didn’t push the issue further.

“Luna seems happy that you’re here.” Dokyeom commented taking in the dog’s posture in (y/n)’s arms.

“I don’t think I can ever let her go.” (y/n) smiled sheepishly and cuddled the dog closer.

“I don’t think she wants you to.” Dokyeom smiled brightly and the sight warmed (y/n)’s heart.

“One Iced Americano for the lady who swept Luna off her feet.” Wonwoo smiled warmly and placed (y/n)’s drink on the counter.

“Next one, I pay for.” She stated as more of threat and picked up the drink.

“So you’re seriously all better?” Dokyeom asked as they made their way over to a table.

“Yes, I really am okay.” (y/n) nodded and giggled.

“I’m glad.” Dokyeom sighed happily.

“Sorry for disappearing like that though.” She apologized.

Dokyeom shook his head, “No need to apologize. Seriously don’t feel bad.”

“Would’ve been easier if I had asked for your number sooner.” She puckered her lips in reflection.

Dokyeom’s back straightened momentarily and he knew he had to ask before his courage ran back into its cage.

“How about I give you my number now?” He offered, still slightly unsure if she’ll accept.

(y/n)’s bright smile returned as she looked at him, “That’d be fantastic.”

A similar smile broke out onto Dokyeom’s face and (y/n) fully knew that she liked looking at that face.

Dokyeom and (y/n) exchanged numbers and (y/n) spent a few seconds staring at the contact card with Dokyeom’s name written on it. An involuntary giggle escaped her mouth and Dokyeom chuckled at her reaction. He knew he didn’t want that giggle to ever stop.

“So,” (y/n) spoke up and put her phone down on the table, “Tell me about the other doggos in here.”

“With pleasure.” Dokyeom scooted closer and introducing the dogs to (y/n), one by one.

Please read this (W.C.Hotel) if this is the first post of this series that you see.
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of death
Genre: Angst, Hotel Del Luna AU, Choose your own adventure, SVT x Fem! Reader
Staff: Yong (Spirit General Manager) / Jiwoo (Human General Manager) / Soon Bok (Room Manager) / Mun Hee (Front Desk Receptionist) / Shin (Grim Reaper assigned to Waning Crescent)
Word Count: Ending A - 4.4k / Ending B - 4.2k

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After Mun Hee runs away from me, I’m left to search for someone who can give me the answers that I want to know. In the lobby I search everywhere for Jiwoo, Yong, or Soon Bok but they’re not around. Deeply exhaling, I begin to search the halls for them seeing as I, stupidly, left my only communication device in the garden. The main floor yields no results, forcing me to search the 100 level.

As I near the 160 rooms, Soon Bok’s aggressive instructor voice reaches my ears. I pick up my walking pace and near the room that she’s in. 168.

“The left side of the corner goes UNDER the right side.” Soon Bok demonstrates with her hands. “No, no, under. UNDER.”

I lean against the door frame and, with amusement, watch her get fed up and take the sheet corner from the employee and fold it herself.

“Under.” She repeats the instruction and rises to full height. Picking up her clipboard again, Soon Bok turns on her heels and nearly jumps out of her shoes when she sees me standing in the doorway. “(y/n)!” The other employees in the room shoot into an upright position at the mention of my name.

I wave a hand at them, dismissing them back to the duties at hand. “I don’t need that. Don’t do that again.” I tell the employees, letting a tiny ounce of annoyance slip in to emphasize my distaste for the attention.

“Can I help you with something?” Soon Bok asks without malice and steps closer to me.

“Mmm,” I hum, “What room did you put Dokyeom in?” I ask, tapping her clipboard.

She glances down for a second, “218.”

“How long is here for?” I continue to ask for information.

“9 days.” Soon Bok states simply.

I nod, “Good to know.” Then I glance behind her at the trying-not-to-be-obvious obvious gazes from the employees, “And I think the manual says left over right, Soon Bok.” I say loud enough for the room to hear.

Soon Bok pushes me out of the room, “(y/n), stop it.”

I let out a short laugh and notice the employees in the room stop moving, shocked that their cold CEO can let out a laugh. Some of their eyes even grow large. Others don’t really know how to process the new information. I, on the other hand, enjoy their confusion immensely.

“Hey!” Soon Bok looks over her shoulders at her mannequin employees, “Get this room ready. And it’s UNDER.” She instructs with an underlying threat that they all understand.

With another small push, I’m standing in the hall and Soon Bok closes the door behind her.

“Will you stop messing with my employees, please?” She pleads, readjusting her clipboard against her body. “At least give them a few months before you pull stunts like that.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” I ask, playing innocent.

“You’re going to confuse them and send this hotel into a downward spiral.” Soon Bok explains, walking away from me.

I quickly catch up to her and match pace. “The Gods would never allow that.” I reason. “When I’m gone, they’ll keep this hotel running swimmingly. And instead of hearing my annoying voice, you’ll get to read instructions off of little notecards left ominously on your office desk.” I say with a cold chill.

Soon Bok just blinks blankly at me before nodding her head to the side, “But I won’t be able to joke with anyone.”

“Mun Hee and Yong will still be here.” I remind her.

“Mun Hee doesn’t understand half of my jokes and Yong is really busy with the rest of the hotel.” She says with a sigh.

“Oh.” I’m at a loss for words.

We reach the elevators and Soon Bok presses the ‘up’ button.

“I’m headed to the 800’s, do you want to come with me?” She inquires, watching the number in the little square above the elevator doors decrease.

I shake my head, “No. I have some champagne to finish in the garden.”

“Alright, enjoy your champagne.” Soon Bok smiles warmly at me as the elevator reaches us.

Now, I watch as the number above the elevator doors increases until it stops on 8. Just one less than the amount of days I have to wait for Dokyeom.

~The Ninth Day~

Thunder booms through my ears, lightening cracks across the dark sky, and rain hurtles at the windows of the conference room. I needed a change of scenery for today’s form signing and decided this was a good, quiet place. My fingers drums against the table as I rest my hands on either side of a stack of boring forms with another stack a little further away. I stare at the pen laying on top of the stack in front of me.

Sighing, I pucker my lips and give into my hotel duties. I pick up the pen and start scanning the top paper.

“And if the blah blah blah creates an un-blah blah blah with the blah…” I mutter under my breath. I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

I finally reach the bottom of the page and a small 'x’ next to a blank line tells me that’s where I need to put my signature. Putting the pen to paper, my muscles pull my signature from memory. Two seconds later, I pull the pen away and reveal the signature that I consider retched but other seem to consider beautiful.

Thunder claps again, this time so close that the walls rumble. I sigh and place the signed paper on top on the other signed papers. Then I work on reading the next one, and it’s a stapled packet.

The door opens quietly but I think nothing of it as it’s probably Yong coming to check up on me. But it’s not Yong’s voice I hear.

I hear giggling. A child’s giggling. Children giggling. And pattering footsteps.

“Hi.” A young girl runs up to my right side with a smile.

“What are you doing?” A young boy asks from my left side.

“Yeah, what are you doing?” Another child asks and as I look around, more children crowd around me.

“Hey, give her some room.” Dokyeom’s voice says to the children from the doorway. “Be polite. Remember what we learned.” The children back away a few steps but stay relatively close by.

I raise my head up and meet his eyes. He smiles brightly with his eyes squinty.

“Sorry, they wanted to come and visit.” Dokyeom says sheepishly, “And I couldn’t say no to that.”

I hum with amusement and look down at the children who all smile up at me with bright smiles. “You can come visit me anyti-”

As I lift my head up to Dokyeom’s, a crack of lightening flashes through the room and I’m left alone. Like I’ve always been. They were never here. My brain just created them and my eyes thought…

I sigh and rub my hands over my eyes. I should’ve known it wasn’t real. I wasn’t allowed to interact with his students but that didn’t mean he couldn’t tell me countless stories about them.

Refocusing, I reread the first section of the stapled packet and trudge my way through the rest of it. On the last page, there’s a spot for me to put my signature.

My hand floats just above the paper when the echo of Dokyoem’s hand guiding mine takes over.

'You may have better cursive than most of my students.’ He chuckles, 'But you’ll never have better cursive than me. Let me show you how it’s done.’

I remember the smirk he had on his face when I glared at him. The ghost of his chest pressed against my back grows more prominent and I can feel his warmth as he guides my hands through the loops and straights of the cursive of my name.

'See?’ Dokyeom’s voice whispers, 'Doesn’t that look so much better?’

I look down at the paper and notice I’ve signed my name in the way that Dokyeom showed me. Something I haven’t done since I left him. Running my hands over the dried ink, a smile full of warm memories grows on my face.

I set the pen down on the table and hold the papers in my hands while resting my elbows on the table. Tilting my head side to side, my eyes trace over the ink and after all these years, I think I finally see the beauty in Dokyeom’s version of my signature. There’s a childish vibe tangling with a chic one. Much like his real personality. It’s why he was such a good teacher. Playful with the students and polite with the parents.

Flipping the packet to the first page, I place it on top of the signed pile with one hand while the other picks the pen back up.

As I near the bottom of the final form, somebody actually knocks against the conference room doors.

“Come in.” I say, while signing the form.

“You’re still signing those?” Jiwoo asks, stepping into the room and I set the pen down.

Looking up at him, I smirk, “Actually I just finished.”

Jiwoo nods, impressed, “I actually thought it would’ve taken you longer.”

“You underestimate the magic in these hands.” I raise my hand and wave my fingers at him.

He laughs out loud, “There’s no denying that you have magic.”

“Do you need anything?” I ask, thinking that not much time has passed since he gave me the forms at nightfall.

“Just your presence in the garden.” Jiwoo says calmly.

“It is not…” I trail off, looking around for a clock but of course, I never set one up in here.

Jiwoo pulls out his phone and shows me the time, “Oh, it is.” He smiles warmly and replaces his phone in his pocket.

I push back from the table and walk to the doors. “I guess the storm screwed up my timing.”

“Well, you can’t see the moon so it makes sense that you lost track of time.” Jiwoo comments.

“The moon doesn’t dictate that.” I argue as I reach him at the doors.

He raises his eyebrows like the answer is obvious, “For you, the moon dictates everything. Including your mood.”

I open my mouth to defend myself but Jiwoo speaks before I can even form a word.

“You know it’s true so don’t even argue. Crescent moons you’re in your best moods. Full moons require 2 bottles of champagne and Blue moons require a minimum of 4 bottles.” He lists off the reasons and I have to admit, it is true. The moon reminds me why I’m here and I retaliate by swinging my moods to the different phases.

I sigh and lower my head in defeat, “Alright, you win. Just be prepared for the next Blue moon, I will not be so kind.” I threaten him.

“If you’re still here.” He points out and then nods his head towards the hallway, “He’s waiting for you.”

My head rises and I happily smile, “I’ll be going then.”

Jiwoo waves goodbye and I make my way through the halls. My feet continue to walk me to my garden while my heartbeat beats harder. By the time I’m a few feet away, I can hear and feel my heartbeat in my ears.

“You are a tree. T. R. E. E.” Dokyeom’s voice trails out from the garden. “A really pretty tree.”

I walk in and find Dokeyom facing the tree with his hands clasped behind his back.

“I think that’s the first compliment it’s gotten in its entire life.” I say while holding back a giggle.

But Dokyeom is startled by my 'sudden’ presence and nearly jumps out of his skin.

“AH!” He screams, jumping to face me. With eyes wide and blinking like a deer in headlights, Dokyeom just stares at me.

I cover my mouth with my hands and try so very hard not to laugh.

“Why would you sneak up on me like that!?” He screeches when he’s collected himself.

“I’m sorry.” I stifle out, really trying not to laugh because I should be feeling kind of guilty but… it’s Dokyeom. “I forgot how easily you scare.”

“Has it really been that long?” Dokyeom pouts.

I lower my hands and smile sweetly, “I guess it has.”

Dokyeom instantly wraps me up in a tight hug and my arms instinctively wraps around his waist, resting snugly against his form.

“I’m sorry for making you wait so long.” He whispers into my ear, all traces of his earlier scare gone.

“I’m the one who should be sorry.” I tell him, glancing over at the bare tree.

“No way.” Dokyeom pulls back and holds me by the shoulders at arms length, “You don’t have to be sorry. I guess neither of us have to be sorry.” He realizes with scrunched eyebrows.

I hold his hands that are still at my shoulders reassuringly, “I guess I won’t be sorry if you won’t be sorry.”

He straightens up and nods, “Fine by me.” Dokyeom then walks behind me and wraps his arms around my shoulders, his chin resting on my shoulder. “Though, you did wait a long time.”

“Dokyeom.” I warn him and turn my head to glance at him.

“Just saying.” He mumbles through a pout, then he wonders, “Where did you go?”

“Back here.” I tell him and hang my hands from his arms.

“Just here?” Dokyeom wonders, looking around the garden.

“Just here.” I confirm. “Someone has to run this hotel.”

“Who’s going to run it when you leave?” He asks, giving me a small squeeze.

I shrug, “Whoever the Gods pick.”

“Ah, I see.” Dokyeom says softly.

I tap his arms to release me and begin to walk forward towards the bench. Dokyeom follows but keeps his arms wrapped around me.

“You know that Yong lady?” He asks as we settle onto the bench.

I chuckle, “Yes, I know her.”

“She reminds me of you.” Dokyeom says.

“How so?” I question.

“Well,” He clears his throat, “She’s got this like cool, unbothered aura around her but when you get her talking, I can sense she’s softer and more relaxed. Like you. And, and, I told her a joke once and she laughed but then a guest arrived and it was like someone flipped a switch. She changed her resolve so fast.” He explains.

“This is a hotel.” I remind him, “We have to be on our best behaviors for the guests.”

“We? I never saw you out on the floor though.” Dokyeom comments innocently.

I give him a questioning look.

He readjusts his posture so he’s angled towards me, “In the nine days I was here, I never really saw you out in the hotel helping guests.”

“I, I don’t really do that work.” I stutter. “I’m usually in my office… or here.” I nod towards the tree.

“So then 'they.’” Dokyeom giggles.

“What?” I ask.

“They have to be on their best behaviors for the guests.” He corrects my earlier statement. “Since you’re in your office or here.”

“No, I mean, yes, but I occasionally help guests too.” I defend myself, stumbling over my words a bit.

“Wish I could’ve seen it.” He puckers his lips.

I roll my eyes before saying, “You know what I wish I could’ve seen?”

Dokyeom looks over at me with curiosity, “What?”

“You teaching.” I nod at him with a small smile.

“Why?” He asks, his eyebrows scrunching together.

I shrug, “Why not? You always talked about how much you loved it and you were always going on and on about your students. So I’ve always wanted to see you in your element.”

“You remember all of those?” Dokyeom wonders, “Like all the stories I told you?”

“Maybe not all of them, but a good majority.” I tell him, “I never forgot them.”

“Even with 12 others you didn’t forget them?” He asks, looking at the bare tree.

I smile and link my arm with his, “You’re a little difficult to forget.”

“I am, aren’t I?” Dokyeom looks back with a playful smirk. I laugh at his ability to switch moods so quickly.

Pulling him closer, it’s now my turn to rest my chin on his shoulder. “Will you tell me more?” I ask, batting my eyes at him.

“More stories?” He asks and I nod. “There’s not really much to tell.”

“I still want to know.” I tell him and his shoulders relax while he inhales deeply.

“Alright, let’s see.” Dokyeom grabs my hand and laces his fingers through mine. “I will say that it was a bit difficult after you left.”

“A bit?” I question his wording.

“Okay, extremely.” He corrects himself, “But I couldn’t really show it in front of my young students. I kept teaching though, for a lot of years. When I retired, I think I was the teacher highest number of years at the school. My kids were nagging at me for years to retire because they could take care of me and their mother but I guess I was kind of stubborn.” He chuckles, “Eventually I left the teaching world though.”

“You married?” I ask with relief, “And had kids?”

Dokyeom nods happily, “I did. My relationship with my wife took some years but then the kids came quickly.”

“How many did you have?” I question, pressing his arm tighter into my chest.

“3 kiddos.” He says proudly, “My first son grew up to be a chef. My daughter went on to be a doctor. And my youngest son followed my middle child, he became a doctor.”

“You must’ve been proud. Having children who could support you once you retired.” I sigh happily that his children lived comfortable lives.

“I was. I am.” Dokyeom says and nods. “Though I never understood how my oldest became a chef. He was always so clumsy and then he went on to choose the career with some pretty big and sharp knives.”

“He didn’t every hurt himself, did he?” I ask, suddenly worried for a soul I had only ever seen from a distance.

Dokyeom shakes his head, “A few knicks here and there but no, he was never seriously injured from his job. His silliness did cost him a few bruises though.”

“Oh no.” I breath out but Dokyeom simply laughs.

“Like once, he was playing with my daughter’s daughter and somehow got his feet tangled in her toys and face planted onto the floor.” Dokyeom recalls, “My youngest son gave him shit about it for weeks. The poor kid couldn’t live it down until the next time he clutzed up.”

I let out a breathy chuckle and he continues with stories.

“My daughter was so aggressive towards my oldest sun but she was an absolute protective angel to my youngest son.” He say with a smile. “But my youngest would always try to combat it and protect her from any and all things dangerous. Including her future husband.” Dokyeom suddenly points a figure at me, “And no, I did not tell him to do it.”

I raise my free hand up in the air, “I wasn’t going to ask.” I say with a giggle.

He narrows his eyes at me, “But you were thinking it.”

My eyebrows lift slightly. “Maybe.”

Dokyeom barks out a small laugh and his eyes sparkle with delight. Just like they did back then when I could pull laughter from him like a magician pulls the scarf from his sleeve. With ease.

“Were there any more stories from your teaching?” I ask, “Those were always my favorite.”

“That I do remember.” Dokyeom says and squeezes my hand. “Mmm, let’s see.” He thinks for a couple seconds before telling the story of a school picnic that somehow ended in a large water fight.

I listen in awe and wonder as he retells the tales of his classroom where everything from stuttering presentations to wild test answers were seen. He tells me about how some single parents were super, super nice to him and I have to point out that I’m sure they had some other motive. Dokyeom, of course, doesn’t believe me until I point out that the super, super nice single parents were usually mothers. His face of realization is pure gold and I memorize it in a flash, not wanting to forget it.

From school stories, we move to stories of his household. The quiet years when it was just him and his wife to the chaos of raising three kids. He vividly remembers when his daughter went to her first school dance and how fast his heart was beating because his precious princess was growing up. Dokyeom swears he was not that protective but his sons were telling everyone about his 'over’-protectiveness.

Dokyeom says he did a lot after he retired and his stories certainly prove it. He has stories from his simple life, from his experience with grandchildren, and from the outings he had with his friends as they all aged together.

Throughout all the stories, Dokyeom’s warm smile never fades and I hold onto that warmth, even when the sun’s warmth begins to disappear below the horizon.

“I hope it’s going to be warm.” Dokyeom shivers and presses closer to me.

“It will be.” I say softly. “It’s simply perfect.”

“Do you think any of my students will be there?” He wonders, staring at the chrysanthemums sitting at the base of the bare tree.

I run a hand through his hair, “Maybe. Depends on how many lives the Gods gave them.”

“I hope none of them are there yet.” He wishes, “They all deserved to live many, many lives.”

“I’m sure they lived a great many.” I tell him, “After all, they crossed paths with you.”

“They did, didn’t they?” Dokyeom lets the thought lift his spirits a bit. “Will you walk with me?” He asks, gripping my hand tighter.

“Of course. I will go as far as I can go but I will go with you.” I reassure him.

He nods and we stand up together. With my hand wrapped securely with his, we walk out of the garden. One foot in front of the other and I feel like each step gets heavier and heavier the closer we get.

“You won’t forget, will you?” Dokyeom asks but doesn’t look at me. Instead he looks straight ahead with his head held high.

“Forget what?” I ask, watching his face closely.

“That I have a mole on my left cheek.” He lists off the items he doesn’t want me to forget, “That I’m afraid of lady bugs. That I’m a movie nerd. That you can’t be trusted with the directions because that one time you got us lost for 3 hours. That I still remember the night you tried to surprise me for my birthday but you tripped over your own feet and spoiled it. That I was one of the 13. And that I love you.”

We stop in front of the departures door as he finishes. I turn to him and lift the corners of my lips in a small smile.

“I won’t forget.” I tell him, “And that means you also can’t forget that I love you.”

Dokyeom gives a single curt nod, “I would never.” He grabs the door handle and swings the door open, “Wow, the sun sets fast.” He comments at the darkened sky.

“She’s got places to be.” I joke and step out, “And I like the moon better anyway.”

“Everyone always told me I was like the sun,” Dokyeom says, “But secretly, I always did like the moon better.”

“I do remember you telling me that.” I say as we get closer to Shin and the waiting car.

“February 18th.” Dokyeom blurts out suddenly.

“Your birthday…” I trail off in confusion.

He nods, “That’s the one thing you need to remember. You can forget the others if you can’t remember them but please remember my birthday.”

“I remember all 13 birthdays.” I grab both of his hands in comfort, “I never forget birthdays.”

Dokyeom presses his lips together, “Just, just make sure you eat an apple on my birthday.”

“An appl- why?” I’m taken aback at his request.

“You know,” He looks at me with wide eyes, “Apples are things you give to teachers and I was a teacher so you should eat an apple every year on my birthday. To remember your teacher.”

I glance over at Shin and he also has a look of confusion, though not as obvious as mine. “I-”

Dokyeom giggles, “I was joking.”

My confusion dissipates and a small smile reaches my face. I reach out and cup his cheek in my hand, “I’m going to miss you. You and your jokes.”

He grabs my hand and presses a kiss into my palm, “I’m going to miss you, too.” Dokyeom then pulls me into a tight hug and nuzzles his face into my neck.

I close my eyes and breath in his comforting scent. The one that could always settle whatever storm the Gods had brewed up. The one that would wrap around me on the coldest of days.

All too soon, Dokyeom pulls away and presses a kiss onto my lips. Then he pulls away completely.

“I love you, (y/n).” He says confidently, not caring who may or may not hear.

“I love you, Dokyeom.” I smile and wrap my arms around my waist.

Dokyeom smiles happily and walks to the car. Shin waits until every last bit of him is inside the car before he definitively shuts the door. The car begins to drive away and in the back seat, Dokyeom turns around and waves at me. I raise an arm and wave back, hoping he can’t see the tears filled with sadness that line my eyes.

Only when the car is completely swallowed by the forest fog do I lower my hand and replace it at my waist. It is then that a white chrysanthemum waves its final goodbye before withering away.

I wait at the forest’s edge for a few more minutes and let the tears fall. But the hotel’s glow grows bigger and I know the hotel is in full swing. Which means I have more work to do and more loves to wait for.

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“What’s the first thing you’re going to do on the other side?” Dokyeom asks, looking towards the setting sun.

I shrug, “I honestly have no idea. What are you going to do?” I throw the question back at him.

“I’m going to try,” He emphasizes 'try,’ “To find you and win you over.”

I giggle, “You might just succeed.”

Dokyeom hops onto his feet, “Then let’s go test this theory.” I stand up next to him and he grabs my hand.

“Not just yet.” I tap the top of his hand with my free hand, “I have to say goodbye to my people first. They’re technically my family.”

“Of course. I always knew they were close to you but I never realized how close.” Dokyeom says thoughtfully.

“It’s hard to know when you didn’t have the whole story.” I tell him with a knowing smile.

We walk hand in hand to the lobby where Yong, Mun Hee, Soon Bok, and Jiwoo stand solemnly.

“So this is it?” Mun Hee asks with tears in his eyes. “This is the day you leave us?”

I wrap him up in a hug, only a tiny bit annoyed that he’s being so sappy. “Maybe I’ll get punished again and be back here by the end of the year.” I try to joke but Mun Hee abruptly pushes back from me.

“Don’t you dare say that. You better not return here.” He says angrily through his tears.

I chuckle, “I won’t come back. I promise.”

Turning to Soon Bok, I thank her for her service and her amazing work. Something I never did and should’ve done more.

Next onto Jiwoo. I also thank him for his and his entire family’s service then I unclip the bracelet that has held him to this place.

“When you leave today, you won’t be able to find this place again.” I inform him, “I hope that you’ll be able to go and live your life happily.”

Jiwoo nods, “Thank you for letting me work with you. I won’t ever forget you.”

I smile sadly, “You will. But thank you.”

Finally I reach Yong who is sniffling and trying so very hard not cry.

“You’d think after all these years of waiting that I’d be prepared for this day.” She says through sniffles.

“Thank you, Yong.” I rests my hands on her shoulders, “For everything. Thank you.”

With lips pursed together, she leans forward and wraps me in an unexpected hug. But I soon wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tightly.

We pull apart after a couple seconds and I wipe the few tears that have escaped from her eyes.

“Keep this hotel running beautifully.” I tell her before Dokyeom grabs my hand again.

With final waves of goodbye, Dokyeom and I walk out to the foggy forest that will take us to our resting place.

At the edge of the forest, Shin stands next to an idling car, a somber look on his face.

“(y/n).” He says when we reach him, “It has been an honor working with you. I wish you both a peaceful rest.” Shin bows his head and I pat his arm.

“The honor was mine.” I tell him with a smile. Now the tears start to line my eyes as the realization fully sets in.

I’m free. I served my years of punishment and now I’m free to let my soul rest.

I turn back towards the hotel and look up to the top where the rooftop patio is outlined with bright string lights. Then to the mid floors where random room lights are turned on, some guests staying in while others opting to experience the hotel’s many services. Then to grand base where guests would be milling around, waiting their turns to leave this world.

“(y/n)?” Dokyeom softly asks pulling my attention to where he sits just inside the car, “Are you ready?”

I take one last quick look at the hotel before turning away from it. “Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

I lower myself into the car and Shin securely closes the door after I am completely inside. As the car begins to drive forward, Dokyeom securely grabs my hand and I let his warmth guide me towards our final destination.

In the garden, the final chrysanthemum withers and dies so that no more stand at the base of the bare tree.

당신을 사랑할 만큼 용감했으면 좋겠어요. I wish I was brave enough to love you.

Description: The aftermath of a budding relationship that you ended because the life that would’ve followed made your heart cower in fear.
Song Inspiration: Brave Enough - Lindsey Stirling ft. Christina Perri
Warnings: Swearing (?)
Genre: ANGST, Idol!DoKyeom x GenNeut!Reader
Word Count: 2k

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The excited screams and chatter filled your ears as you slowly made your way through the concert hall. Females with banners and fans with the names and faces of the idol group you had become so close to and then ripped yourself away from. All because you couldn’t muster up the strength to take that one particular (metaphorical) step forward. Because you couldn’t give him the answer the both you wanted to hear so badly.

Stumbling forward as a couple of girls bumped into you, you caught a bit of their excited chatter.

“Ah! I’m so excited!” One said while gripping a fan with Dino’s face on it.

“I can’t wait to finally hear Dokyeom’s vocals LIVE!” The other squealed, “I’ve been waiting YEARS for this!”

The mention of his name made your heart pinch and you started to wonder why you were even here at their concert. But you had to remind yourself that you needed to do this for yourself, so you pushed further into the venue.

As you made your way to your seat in the middle of the large concert stadium, a nervous buzz filled your body. The same buzz had overtaken you when you were standing in front of him for the last time. Your seat was a few rows above the bottom of the section and in front of the section you saw that the stage extended out and you began praying that no one would notice you.

The stadium was filled with excited chatter and you could somewhat make out the instrumentals of their songs playing through the speakers. The screens rotated through selfies of the members from their most recent album and when Dokyeom’s appeared, you looked away as though he’d actually been looking at you.

Girls walked past you to get to their seats, they walked down the stairs, they took their seats all while having the largest smiles on their faces.

Their smiles remind you of the days when you and him would laugh until your cheeks ached. You remembered the time when he promised you that as long as you were next to him, he’d make sure to that you’d always be smiling. Smiling softly to yourself as he played around with the other Seventeen members, loving his energy and playfulness. Remembering how even a terribly blurry candid photo of him could bring a smile to your face in most inappropriate settings - like the lecture on appropriate workplace behavior you were forced to sit through.

It was honestly his smile that pulled you deeper and deeper into him. The brightness, the happiness that he gave you was everything you desired. But his ability to talk to you, talk with you, about every and anything was what hooked you in. The late night conversations that dug deep into your soul while laying on the couch with the static from the TV serving as the soundtrack. The way he comforted you, supported you, and encouraged you to do everything you wanted to. Even when said thing scared you shitless. He was still there.

And the opposite was so very true, too. You were always where he needed you to be. You wanted, you craved, to see him succeed, to seem him accomplish goals. Waiting outside the practice room for him to finish. Opening up your arms when he hadn’t even said a word but you knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself together for much longer. Giving him little nudges of encouragement when his own courage failed to make itself known. The giggles that passed between the two of you as sat together watching your favorite episodes of Going Seventeen.

Everyday you fell harder and harder, and so did he. You knew he was your person, the one that fit next to you like a seamless stitch. You knew it. And yet, you couldn’t do it.

The lights dimmed and the screens went black. Screams erupted from all sides of you and Caratbongs sprouted like stars in the night. Your heart hammered as their intro VCR pierced through the screams of fans. You followed the actions of others around you and stood to your feet, willing yourself to enjoy the show.

The screams somehow pitched even higher when the first song started and the members started popping up one by one.  Each member getting their ten second solo shot on the screens and when Dokyeom’s face appeared on the screen, your jaw clenched with unintentional worry. Because even through his stage makeup and his expression, you could still see the sadness that lingered behind his eyes. You could see the sleepless nights swimming just behind the eyeshadow that colors his eyelids. You could see the many late night conversations he had with Jeonghan cowering under his concealer. You could see it all in the ten seconds he was on the screen. And then he was gone.

No one would have thought that Lee Dokyeom would have been a man to have the strength to knock down your walls. But he did it. And he did it all in the sweetest of ways. In ways that you didn’t even know he was breaking them down until the walls were nothing but clouds of dust.

He held onto you while you showed him everything you harbored away from the world. The sides that were scarred, bruised, and tattered by experiences that you ran into throughout your life. As the dust swirled around you, Dokyeom was wrapped around you, sturdier than any wall you had ever built.

But then, with the force of a tornado, you pulled yourself away. Ripped yourself from the comfort of him and left him hugging nothing but a ‘what if?’

What if you were it for him? What if he never felt like this again? What if the hardships you would’ve faced would have only made you stronger and your connection shine brighter? What if you truly were never coming back?

What if you had been brave enough to start a relationship with him?

For weeks, if not months, you had tried to convince yourself that you could be brave, that you could overcome anything with Dokyeom at your side. But in the end, you were still so afraid.

Afraid of the obstacles that came with dating such a big superstar. Afraid of the dark nights that would haunt you for years. Afraid of the secrecy that you would have to keep. Afraid of the possibility that you would slip up and cause tremendous damage, not only to Dokyeom but to the other members who had become some of your closest friends. Afraid that your desire for a normal dating life would make him take irregular risks that would get him into big trouble. Afraid of the nights that you would have to spend alone while he would be busy with schedules or tours. Afraid that you would realize too late that this life - his life- wasn’t meant for you. Afraid of how much you would hurt him.

The concert continued on and while everyone in the stadium bought Dokyeom’s mask of excitement and energy, you could easily see that this wasn’t easy on him. He was hurting and you were the cause of it. You knew how you could fix it but you just couldn’t do it. That night you hated yourself for not being brave enough, for making him force a smile even though he wanted to cry an ocean of tears.

The songs played through one by one, and every so often, you’d catch one of the members give Dokyeom a reassuring pat on the back or a tight hand squeeze. Then you realized that while some of the others would go off on their own to greet the fans in the stands, Dokyeom was never alone. One of the members was always by his side. Almost like a crutch.

You swore you could hear your heart shatter into a million pieces knowing you were the reason the usually happy, sturdy, bright, ball of sunshine now needed support just to make sure he wouldn’t fall to his knees. The pieces of your heart scraped down your inside and made your every inch of your skin feel like you were getting pinched everywhere.

As the slower songs of the setlist began, they settled around the outer stage walkways. You held your breath as you saw Dokyeom walking towards your section. But he stopped in front of the section next to you instead. Jun was the member who stopped closer to your section and you forced yourself to focus on him instead of the man who’s heart you broke.

Beginnings of “Without You” (“모자를 눌러 쓰고”) echoed from the speakers and you could feel tears prick at your eyes. They stood in their positions for most of the song, but just before the last chorus, they began to move and Dokyeom walked towards your section.

You cursed under your breath, trying to convince yourself that he wouldn’t notice you. But who were you kidding? Dokyeom would’ve noticed you even if you were in the very back of the concert venue. He would’ve noticed you if you had put on a crappy disguise. Because he always noticed you.

The moment his eyes locked onto yours, both of you felt a sudden wave a calm. Like for a moment, everything was okay. It was alright. Nothing was broken, nothing was shattered. Like the possibility of you together still existed.

You watched him bring his microphone to his lips and your ears tuned into the lyrics as they flowed out of his lips like water you’d been searching the desert for. His eyes shined with a layer of tears but his voice never hitched, something he trained himself to do. But you could hear him straining against the emotions that were begging to be released.

As he sang like he was singing only to you, you felt every word as if they were a piece of sandpaper being forced down your throat.

’어리저리부딪혀아파도 Bumping and hurting’

’관심도없는넌 But you don’t even care’

But you did care. You did. It broke your heart to see him covered with so many pieces of tape just trying to hold everything together. It hurt to know he was hurting as much as you were. You hated yourself that you couldn’t be brave for him and follow him to the next stage of what could have been.

The ending of the song rang out through the vast space but Dokyeom’s eyes remained locked onto yours. His eyes holding so many emotions and thoughts but one stuck out.

The one that was nearly pleading with you to come back to him. To stand in front of him so he could wrap his arms around you. To be the one who wouldn’t have to make him change.

Dokyeom knew that the song had ended and that he needed to gather with the rest of the members in the center of the stage but he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay and talk to you and make things work. But he had a concert to get through and an appearance to keep up.

You watched Dokyeom turn away to gather with the rest of the members as a lone tear fell down your cheek. Realizing this was all you could take, you whispered a small goodbye before running up the stairs and out of the venue. Hating yourself more with every step you took away from him.

“I wish I was brave enough to love you.” You had said to the back you hoped you’d never have to leave behind.

Dokyeom nearly made it to the center stage before his desire glance back at you overtook his self control. He glanced back but you were gone. Searching the seats in your section, he began to wonder if you had really been there at all, or if all the sleepless nights were finally getting to him.

“Come back. Don’t make me change.” He prayed silently before Mingyu wrapped an arm around his shoulder and walked with him the rest of the way to the others.

Jeonghan:

His eyes went wide as soon as Jeonghan spotted what you were wearing, with Seungcheol’s eyes just beside him landing on the same thing.

“Isn’t that your jumper from the tour?” Seungcheol enquired, noticing Jeonghan’s name written on the bottom of your hoodie.

“Y/N must’ve picked up the wrong one,” Jeonghan panicked, unable to take his eyes away from you, “they were hung up side by side together in the wardrobe.”

A hum came from Seungcheol, “are you sure you didn’t give it to her? Let people know she’s yours?”

Jeonghan’s head shook straight away in reply to Seungcheol, “do you really think that I’m that protective over Y/N that I would make her wear my hoodie?”

“Absolutely,” Seungcheol sniggered, feeling Jeonghan’s hand poke into his side, “we’ve all seen how protective you can be.”

“I honestly didn’t give it to her,” Jeonghan huffed, “although I think by the end of the day everyone will know that Y/N is with me.”

“I’m still not convinced you didn’t give it to her on purpose,” Seungcheol smiled.

“I’m not as protective as you think, honest.”

Joshua:

He couldn’t help but let his smile grow as Joshua caught sight of you, a smile that definitely didn’t go unnoticed by Minghao just beside him.

“Isn’t that yours?” Minghao asked, beginning to figure out what had caught Joshua’s attention, “is that why you’re smiling?”

“I’m not smiling,” Joshua defended, not even realising how wide his grin was until Minghao imitated him, matching his smile perfectly and leaving Joshua stunned.

Once he was done, Minghao pushed against his arm, “and she’s wearing it at the workplace too.”

Joshua’s head shook as he looked away from your direction, “it’s no big deal, I mean Y/N’s worn my shirts before anyway,” he tried his best to defend.”

“But this is to work,” Minghao reminded him, unable to ignore you quite as well as Joshua was, “others will know it’s yours too.”

“I bet no one will even notice,” Joshua responded, but Minghao’s head shook, a suspicious looking smile beginning to form on his face.

“They won’t notice unless someone just so happens to tell them,” he teased.

“There’s no way that you’d stitch me up like that.”

Woozi:

A hand hitting against the table made Jihoon jump as he took a sip from his coffee cup, shooting a glare across at Vernon beside him.

“I’ve figured it out,” Vernon muttered, looking across in your direction across the cafeteria, “that’s your shirt that Y/N’s wearing.”

“What are you on about?” Jihoon laughed in disbelief back across at Vernon, that was until he looked to wear you were, and what you were wearing too.”

Vernon’s head nodded confidently, “I can’t believe that Y/N’s worn your shirt to work.”

Jihoon’s head shook at how excited Vernon was beside him, “it’s just a shirt, you’ve seen Y/N wearing my shirts before,” he reminded Vernon.

“T-that’s one of your favourite shirts too though,” Vernon quickly picked up on, “and you really let her borrow it from you?”

“Y/N needed a shirt, all of hers at the dorm need to be washed,” he explained, “I wouldn’t have given that shirt to her otherwise.”

“I bet you would have, you can’t say no to Y/N at all,” Vernon joked in reply.

“I can say no, you’ve just not seen me do it yet.”

DK:

A bellow of his name caused Seokmin to tense up as Soonyoung rushed towards him, grabbing his arm and shaking Seokmin’s frame.

“You are such a liar,” Soonyoung told him with a shake of his head, “I’ve just seen Y/N and talked to her about the shirt.”

“What did she say?” Seokmin smiled, trying his best not to give anything away, “if she told you that it was my shirt that she was wearing, she was definitely lying.”

Soonyoung refused to believe him a second time around, “I called it all along that that was yours.”

Seokmin struggled to control his expression as Soonyoung stared, “Y/N must just have a similar shirt to the one that I own, I’d never share my wardrobe.”

“You definitely would share with Y/N,” Soonyoung sniggered, “I can’t believe I trusted you and believed what you said.”

“How come you believe Y/N, but you don’t believe me?” Seokmin challenged as Soonyoung dropped his arm, “why listen to her?”

“Because I know Y/N, and she would never lie to me,” Soonyoung established.

“You don’t know her like I do.”

Seungkwan:

The sound of the door suddenly slamming made Seungkwan jump as he looked across to Mingyu who was sprinting across to get to him.

“I like Y/N’s outfit today,” Mingyu suddenly complimented as soon as he was close enough to Seungkwan, “it suits her.”

“Why?” Seungkwan asked him in confusion, “why did you feel like I needed to know that?” He then added, standing up from the floor where he dropped his bag.

Mingyu’s eyes rolled at Seungkwan’s innocence, “she was wearing a shirt of yours you know.”

Seungkwan’s eyes widened as soon as Mingyu spoke. “I knew that she was looking through my wardrobe last night, even though she said she wasn’t.”

“I have to say, the shirt suited her too,” Mingyu added, unable to stop himself from teasing Seungkwan a little more.”

“I’m going to have to buy a lock and key for my wardrobe,” he sighed, “and she had the confidence to wear it to work too.”

“I imagine she’ll be hiding from you so that you don’t see it,” Mingyu suggested.

“I’ll hunt her down one way or another.”

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S.Coups:

Your heart was still racing as you slid under the duvet, coming face to face with Seungcheol. As your eyes met, you both could only smile as you realised you weren’t alone.

After a few moments, Seungcheol reached under the duvet and took your hand. “I can’t believe that we’re sleeping in the same bed tonight, together.”

A hum of agreement came from you, “this is much comfier than home.”

“That’s because I’m here,” Seungcheol teased as he pulled you closer towards you. “Your head is usually where I put my laptop when I’m talking to you before I go to sleep you know.”

“And is having me here better than that?”

His head nodded immediately in reply to your question, “I still feel like I’m dreaming looking at you right now, it feels like someone’s about to pull you away and send you back home again.”

“Not this time,” you grinned back at him, “Korea really is my home now.”

Seungcheol let go of a chuckle as he kept trying to get things to sink in. “You might have to keep saying that for a little to make me believe it.”

“I can say that Korea is my home as much as you want.”

Jeonghan:

The moment your eyes landed on Jeonghan, your pace picked up, pushing the trolley a little faster to get to him, noticing him waving so you knew where to run to.

As soon as you were close enough, his arms wrapped tightly around you. “Welcome home,” he whispered into your ear whilst squeezing your frame.

Your grip was tight too, letting go of a deep breath. “I’m so glad I’m here.”

“Have you packed enough?” Jeonghan laughed, pulling away from you and noticing your three cases stacked up on your trolley. “I don’t think I need to worry about you forgetting something.”

“This is home, I needed to have everything.”

His smile was wide as he teased you, offering to push your trolley for you. “It’s heavy too,” he sighed, digging his heels into the ground to get it moving towards where his car was parked.

“Just wait until you have to carry these upstairs,” you joked, “then you’ll moan.”

His eyes rolled as he remembered the journey that he had up to the dorm. “It’s a good job that we have lifts in apartment blocks these days for these things.”

“You’re so dramatic, they’re not even that heavy.”

Joshua:

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you walked into Joshua’s room, noticing several pieces of memorabilia scattered around the place, all with your country’s flag on.

As your eyes shot around to look at him, his laughter got louder. “I thought that having these here would remind you of home,” he smiled back at you.

Your head shook as he spoke, “why do I want a giant flag up in my room?”

“Doesn’t it feel homely? Cosy?” Joshua teased as he walked across to you, “I even managed to find a snow globe for your bedside table, I didn’t even realise they made these with flags on.”

“Please tell me this is a welcome prank.”

He didn’t say a word, but his smile let you know that he was up to mischief, poking against his chest. “Did you really think that I was just going to let you move in without annoying you?”

“You’re the worst,” you sighed, “if anyone should know how I feel then it’s you.”

His head nodded in agreement with you, “that’s exactly why I did this, it cheered you up and stopped you worrying about home for a moment.”

“I hate to say it, but you’ve got a good point there.”

Jun:

The sound of your name mentioned shouted brought you out of your bedroom, running into the living room where you found Junhui waiting for you with a smile.

He beckoned you over before taking your hand, unfolding it. “You can’t officially move in without this,” he smiled before placing a keychain in your hand.

Your eyes looked down, noticing a single key attached to it, “for this place?”

“Exactly,” he proudly replied to you, watching you study the keyring that was on it too. “I thought I would get something simple so that you can always spot which of the keys are yours.”

“There must be a lot of keys around here.”

Junhui nodded as you placed your keys into your pocket, “most of the other keys have car keys and studio keys on too, but I thought you could still do with something to jazz them up a bit.”

“They’re perfect,” you assured him, “I’m honoured to have my own key to this place.”

He took a step towards you, placing his hands against your waist. “This is your home now too, and I, and the boys are all really happy to have you here.”

“Me too, I’m really excite for my new adventure.”

Hoshi:

His eyes looked to you in confusion as the last of your boxes came up the stairs, struggling to believe why there was so little in front of the two of you for you to move with.

As you began to open the boxes, Soonyoung remained stood still. “How are you going to live here with so little?” He asked you, unable to make sense of it.

Your eyes flickered to Soonyoung as he spoke, “I’ve got more coming across.”

“Are your family sending some more of your belongings later?” Soonyoung asked you, hoping that they would. You had packed the bare minimum; a lot less than he was ever expecting to see.

“There should be a few more things next week.”

His head nodded as he began to help you unpack the boxes, “you know you can raid my wardrobe, cupboards, whatever you want until more of your stuff comes, you need to survive.”

“I was planning on doing that anyway,” you teased, “I’ve already spotted a hoodie I like.”

His eyes rolled as you smirked back at him. “Maybe I should be the one thinking of buying new things rather than you if this is how it’s going to be.”

“You did just say I could raid your wardrobe.”

Wonwoo:

Your eyes looked around in awe as Wonwoo led you closer and closer to the river, stunned by the high-rise buildings and busy roads that the two of you walked down.

Every so often his eyes looked at you, making sure that you were still enjoying yourself. “How does it feel to call this place home as you walk around now?”

Your eyes looked to him as he spoke, “right now it feels very surreal to me.”

“It makes my stomach knot every time I think about the fact that this is home for you now,” Wonwoo confessed, pulling you closer to him. “I don’t have to send you home this time.”

“It’s nice walking around, I can really take it all in.”

His head nodded in agreement with you, “there’s so many places around here that I want to show you. Usually we don’t have time, but now we have all the time in the world to do it.”

“I’m excited,” you promised, “the boys have mentioned some good spots to me too.”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened, shaking his head, “whatever you do don’t listen to them. They’ll just want to take you out and get you drunk; I know what they’re like.”

“It’s not as if I have to worry about missing a flight anymore.”

Woozi:

You followed nervously behind Jihoon as he walked you through into the kitchen, introducing you to where everything was as you tried your best to take it all in.

As his eyes flickered back, he was quick to notice you hanging behind him. “Are you alright? Am I going to fast?” He worried, offering his hand out for you to hold.

Your head shook as you caught up to Jihoon, “this is just busy, and super big.”

“It’s a kitchen for a lot of people,” Jihoon smiled as he carried on moving you around to some of the cupboards. “We pretty much just share everything anyway; you don’t need to worry about that.”

“What if I break something that belongs to the boys.”

Jihoon’s head shook back at you, “honestly, we just replace it, there’s nothing sentimental in here. I know you’re worried and nervous, but I promise you that this is just a normal kitchen.”

“I’m terrified,” you admitted to him, “this doesn’t quite feel like my home as well yet.”

Jihoon’s arm snaked securely around your waist, “it will soon feel like your home as well, we’ll get you used to things soon enough and feeling settled.”

“I’m sure that I’ll settle, I think I just need time.”

DK:

The smile on Seokmin’s face had you chuckling once again as you caught him staring across at you, picking one of the cushions up from the sofa and throwing it at him.

He quickly caught it, laughing even louder than he was before. “I keep feeling as if I need to ask someone to pinch me,” he suddenly spoke up towards you.

Your eyebrows furrowed in his direction, “do you feel as if you’re dreaming?”

“Exactly that,” he proudly replied to you. “Do you know how many times I’ve sat on this sofa wondering what it would be like one day if you were able to sit here with me too?”

“I was just joking; I didn’t think you were being serious.”

Seokmin’s head nodded as he scooted closer towards you. “I do the same everywhere, laying in bed, cooking in the kitchen, there’s loads of things that I’ve thought of us doing together.”

“I can’t believe you,” you smiled, “I never had you down to be someone like that.”

The smile that Seokmin had widened too, “there’s a lot that you don’t know about me, plenty of surprises too, especially now that we’re living together.”

“I’m excited to see where else you’ve dreamt about me.”

Mingyu:

His eyes kept watching you as you brought your chopsticks up to your mouth yet again, humming in delight at how good the food tasted that Mingyu had bought you both.

As soon as you looked to him as well, he cleared his throat. “I was worried that maybe I’d order something that you don’t like,” he admitted, explaining his stare.

Your head shook with a chuckle, “you know I have eaten Korean before, right?”

“I do,” he smiled in reply to you, “but now you’re here it’s something you’re going to have to eat every day. I want to make sure that I take note of the foods that you really like.”

“You don’t need to worry about me, I eat anything.”

Mingyu’s smile widened as you took another mouthful out of the dish, “I just want you to be comfortable,” he added, “I know that it’s probably all a little overwhelming right now.”

“Mingyu,” you began, reaching for his hand, “I’m happy, you don’t need to fret so much.”

His head nodded, listening to everything that you had to say. “I don’t want you to end up changing your mind, I’d hate for you to go back home now.”

“I’m not going anywhere; this is my home now.”

The8:

You carried on following Minghao around the place as he opened up one of the kitchen cupboards, allowing you to take a look in as you recognised much of what was inside.

His smile was wide as your eyes looked to him to be sure. “I thought we could have a home cupboard, keep it filled with snacks that you have back at home.”

Your head shook in disbelief back at Minghao, “have you thought of everything?”

“Food was something that I missed when I first moved here,” Minghao explained to you, “I thought whenever you feel homesick, you can grab a snack to make yourself feel better.”

“That’s such a great idea, I’ll be raiding this constantly.”

His head nodded, relieved that you had loved his idea as much as he hoped you would. “I hope you don’t just raid it because you’re feeling homesick all the time though, that won’t be good.”

“I’ll raid it whenever,” you assured him, “definitely when I’m not feeling homesick as well.”

Minghao’s arm moved around you as he closed up the cupboard again. “All you have to do is tell me when it’s getting empty, and I’ll order you some more bits.”

“That’s the perfect final touch to our home Minghao.”

Seungkwan:

Your eyes watched in confusion as Seungkwan tore a couple of post its down from his wall, intrigued as to what he had on them as you made yourself comfortable.

As he turned back around and looked at you, he could tell that you were inquisitive. “I used to have these up so that I remembered the good times to be able to call you at.”

Your eyes widened as Seungkwan handed them to you, “you really did that?”

“I had another one up there with your work schedule, and one with your important events on for the week,” he added, “I liked to make sure that I never disturbed you when I called.”

“At least now you don’t have to worry about disturbing me.”

Seungkwan nodded in agreement with you, “I can just see you in person now when I want to talk to you about most things, no more sitting in different time zones and patiently waiting.”

“I had no idea you had these,” you whispered, they really show just how much you care.”

Seungkwan’s hand rested against the top of your leg, “of course, I care. Why else do you think I invited you here to live with me? I just want to be with you.”

“I’m still touched that you decided to invite me here.”

Vernon:

Your eyes widened as Vernon opened up the door to the dorm, looking around as balloons and banners were put up on the walls, with the boys all jumping out.

Your head looked back to Vernon’s innocent smile that stood behind you. “The boys wanted to throw you a little bit of a welcome to Korea party,” he explained to you.

Your eyes looked around at all the boys, “this isn’t my first time visiting Korea.”

“But it’s your first time being here and this being your home,” Vernon grinned as he came up along side you. “We’ve got some games, and plenty of food, all of your favourite things.”

“You guys didn’t need to do this for me, I’m just glad to be here.”

Vernon pushed gently against your arm, as the rest of the boys groaned. “We couldn’t just let you move to Korea and not do anything, especially me. It calls for a celebration.”

“This is adorable,” you told all of them, “you guys make me so happy to call this home.”

Vernon’s smile widened, relieved to see you settling around the place. “You know they’re mainly doing this party because they have some ground rules for us.”

“I should’ve known there’d be an ulterior motive too.”

Dino:

Your smile grew as Chan appeared behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist again, pulling you tightly into his chest, even after only just letting go of you.

Your eyes looked past your shoulder, noticing the expression on his face. “I can’t believe you’re finally here, permanently too,” Chan whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Your head shook at his enthusiasm, “how long are you going to keep on doing this?”

“Until it sinks in for me that Korea is now your home,” he proudly told you, “I keep thinking that when I hold onto you, I’ll have to let you go again like I usually do when you’re here.”

“You know you can cuddle me as much as you possibly want now.”

Chan’s head nodded, his smile growing as he did so. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to let go of you for a long time yet, I might just keep grabbing onto you for now.”

“You can hold onto me and not let go,” you reminded Chan, “because this is my home.”

His heart raced as he listened to you speak, “do you think that you could just repeat that last bit again? You know the bit about this being your home now?”

“You mean that your home is now my home too?”

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