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PEACH EYES ✶ YUNHO

CH08 Open Arms — END

— You and your insufferable ex, an opinionated real estate agent named Yunho, are constantly bickering whenever you see eachother. He thinks you're too idealistic, and you think he's just a selfish prick. The bickering feels endless, until Yunho shows up at your doorstep at dawn, exhausted from a work night out, with a crying baby in his arms and desperation in his eyes.

The plan is simple at first: hand the child over to the nearest authorities and be done with the situation. But then, you find a note tucked in the baby's blanket. The mother, on the run and out of options, begs whoever finds her son to care for him until she can return.

For once, you and Yunho call a truce, deciding to temporarily take care of the baby... at least just until you figure out what to do next.

Pairing: Ex!Yunho x AFAB! Reader

Content: Exes to Enemies to Lovers, Lots of Bickering, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Second Chance, Miscarriage, OCD

Note: As you may have noticed this has a sensitive content so if that makes you uncomfortable don't interact with the posts related to it!

PREVIOUS

Peach eyes and blue skies

That same night, Haneul sleeps between you and Yunho, his tiny chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm.

His small fingers twitch slightly, lost in his little dreams. Neither of you can stop staring at him, enchanted by the quiet world between you.

Yunho rests his large hand on Haneul’s belly, his thumb rubbing gently in slow, soothing circles. The baby sighs softly in his sleep.

“I feel so emotional,” you confess in the intimate moment in your childhood bedroom, your voice barely above a whisper. “He’s here.”

Yunho smiles, his eyes soft as he watches Haneul. “He really is.” His voice is full of something unspoken.

Maybe relief, maybe love, maybe even a sense of fate.

His heart feels lighter, and so does yours.

You rest your head on your hand, elbow propped against the pillow beneath you, and trace your finger down Haneul’s chubby little cheek. He’s so warm, so real.

“Yunho?” you murmur.

“Hm?”

“I think… in the future… we should try again.”

Yunho turns his head toward you so fast you hear his neck crack a bit. “Huh?”

Your cheeks burn, and you’re grateful for the darkness hiding your flustered expression. “I-I mean, we should try having a baby again.”

His breath catches, but he doesn’t speak right away.

“Are you sure?” he finally asks, his voice careful, as if he’s afraid to hope.

“Yeah… Are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… do you want to try having a baby with me again? N-Not now, because we already have Haneul, but maybe in the near future, when he turns two or three?”

The hesitation disappears from his face, replaced by something so pure, so certain. “Of course I’ll have a baby with you. I can’t imagine having a baby with anyone else.”

You see his smile, and yours mirrors his without even thinking.

And then, as you look at him, it truly sinks in.

How much he’s a reflection of you.

The two of you may be different in so many ways, but he holds all the best parts of you.

Just like you hold every best part of him.

•

Yunho sits on the couch in your new living room, Haneul perched on his lap with tiny hands pressed against Yunho’s chest as he sings softly.

The little boy’s eyes are wide with fascination, feeling the vibrations of Yunho’s chest.

He tries to mimic the melody, babbling his own version of the words, skipping the ones he doesn’t know yet.

“Are you two having fun?” you announce as you step through the door.

“Mamaaa!” Haneul cheers the moment he hears your voice. His little legs move as fast as they can as he climbs off Yunho’s lap and rushes to greet you.

He wraps his arms around your legs, giggling.

“Hi, Bear! I missed you so much.”

“Hi, Peach,” Yunho greets, walking over to place a soft kiss on your lips. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Let me take a quick shower first. I’m exhausted,” you say with a tired smile. “But I have good news.”

Haneul lifts his arms eagerly. “Up, Mommy! Up!”

“Not now, baby bear, Mama has her outside clothes on,” you say gently. “Just a bit longer.”

Haneul’s bottom lip juts out, his big round eyes welling up dramatically. “Nooo, Mommyy up, pease?”

You sigh in defeat, laughing as you quickly take off your coat and scoop him up. He immediately presses a wet, sloppy kiss to your cheek.

“See? Not that bad,” Yunho teases, coming up behind you to kiss your temple. “But what’s the good news?”

You grin. “Starchild is going to be published. I got the yes for the project from our partners.”

“Whaaat?” Yunho exclaims, eyes bright with excitement. “That’s amazing, Peach, it’s your dream!”

“I know! I’m so excited. They loved the idea, and I seriously can’t wait to share it with the world.”

Later, after a warm shower, you settle onto the couch, fresh and comfortable.

Haneul snuggles into you, babbling about his day with Yunho.

How they went to the pool, how he saw mommy fishies, and how the water was boo, wed, an’ geen. He proudly holds up three little fingers.

You listen intently, nodding and smiling, pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek every time he looks at you for reassurance.

When Yunho joins you both, wrapping an arm around you, your heart swells with love. Love for Haneul, love for Yunho, love for the life you’re building together.

•

“Haneul, pancakes orrrr waffles?"

" 'Cakes!" he exclaims from his high chair, clapping his hands.

"Good choice, baby," you tell him with a smile. "Strawberry?"

"Berryyy," he nods eagerly, taking the fruit from your hand. He suckles on it first, savoring the sweetness before taking a small bite.

You love days like this when you’re working from home, just you and Haneul. He’s such a gentle baby, hardly ever fussy, always eager to be a part of whatever you're doing.

Sometimes, when you're drawing, you set out a box of crayons and a sheet of paper for him, watching as he scribbles in delight.

Other times, like now, you get a sudden urge to make pancakes just for the fun of it, and he keeps you company, happily munching on the small slices of fruit you prepare for him.

You make sure to smash the blueberries so he doesn’t choke, and he eats them up slowly, his lips smacking as he tastes the sweetness.

“Is it good?” you ask, watching him chew.

“Good, Mommy,” he mumbles through a mouthful, nodding.

His hair has grown longer, and to your surprise, curlier with each passing day.

Yunho keeps saying he needs a haircut soon, but you can't bring yourself to schedule it just yet.

You love tying his hair up in a tiny ponytail, love the way his curls twist around your fingers.

Especially at night, when he refuses to sleep unless you're playing with his hair. Every evening, you lay beside him, telling him stories, your fingers gently threading through his soft curls as his eyes droop shut.

You never thought you could love someone this much.

This tiny human holds your entire world in his little hands, without even knowing it. And that’s the beauty of it because one day, he'll grow up.

As much as you want to ignore that thought, he'll explore the world on his own someday.

But right now, he only has you and Yunho. It's up to you to teach him about kindness, honesty, and patience. About how the world is so big, and he is still so small, perfectly fitting into your arms.

And it's like having your own heartbeat living outside your chest. All you want is to keep him safe.

San visits in the afternoon, immediately taking over playtime with Haneul while you serve up some pancakes.

You cut a few bites for Haneul, but as always, he insists on sharing.

"No, baby, I have my own," you chuckle when he holds out a small piece toward you.

He pouts, determined. “Mommy, pease!”

You sigh in defeat, taking the piece into your mouth. "Mmm, so good! Thank you, Hannie."

Satisfied, he happily munches on another bite.

"He speaks so well for a two year old," San remarks, watching him in awe.

"We talk to him normally," you explain. "We found out baby talk actually makes it worse. He still calls turtles ‘toodles’ though, and we think it's so cute. I hope he never learns to say it properly."

San turns to Haneul with a mischievous grin. "Haneul, say 'turtle' for me."

Haneul's eyes light up. He takes a deep breath, then proudly shouts, "Tooooodles!"

San bursts out laughing, and you can't help but join in.

“The house looks really nice,” San comments after a while, glancing around. “Love the decor. It’s super cozy, even though the space is big.”

"Believe it or not, Yunho helped with most of it," you admit, taking another bite of your food. "He said my apartment felt like a hospital before."

San snorts. "I mean, he wasn't wrong. It wasn’t about the disinfectant smell or anything, but everything was just... white."

"I liked it like that," you argue, grinning. "But yeah, this feels like home too."

His expression softens. "And how are you doing? With, you know... the OCD and everything?"

You set your fork down, wiping your mouth before answering. “Right now? I’ve been managing it. It’s mostly about cleaning now. But…”

You glance at Haneul, and San immediately understands.

"It’s more about keeping him safe. He needs to be close to me, or my thoughts start racing. Like at the grocery store per example, I don't want him touching anything, and I don’t want him wandering away. My therapist says it's normal, but... it's a lot."

“You’re scared he’ll get hurt?”

“Or sick.”

San nods, thoughtful. “I mean, it’s completely normal to worry about your kid. But you also have to remember that you can’t shield him from everything forever.”

“I know,” you sigh. “It’s not a rational thought. I know he has to face the world eventually. It’s just…”

Your voice trails off, and as if sensing the weight of the conversation, Haneul simply shoves another fistful of pancake into his mouth, happily oblivious.

San reaches over, gently ruffling the top of his head. “He still has so much time, Y/N.” Then, with a teasing grin, he adds, “And he’s such a momma’s boy. Aren’t you, Haneul? Do you like Uncle San?”

Haneul nods, chewing. "Mhm," he hums before San playfully pinches his cheek.

San stays for a while before heading home.

That evening, you give Haneul a warm bath and dress him in his softest pajamas, his tiny arms wrapping around your neck as you carry him to the living room.

When Yunho finally arrives home, Haneul is quick to run to him.

“Daaaaddy!” he shouts, throwing himself at Yunho’s legs.

Yunho scoops him up effortlessly, pressing a big, dramatic kiss to his cheek. “Hi, baby bear!” He sets him down gently before turning to you.

Then, with that same soft smile, he leans in, pressing a warm kiss to your lips. “Hi, Peach.”

You hum against him, resting your forehead against his for a second.

"Hi, love."

•

You and Yunho react at the same time.

Your eyes are locked on the pregnancy test sitting on the bathroom sink, and for a moment, it feels like you’ve been thrown back in time.

That same rush in your chest, that same weight settling in the pit of your stomach.

"Peach," Yunho says, his voice quieter than usual. His gaze stays fixed on the result so clear, undeniable.

You had noticed the symptoms.

The fatigue, the nausea, the subtle changes in your body. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you had pushed away the obvious answer.

You’re pregnant.

"Yunho," you murmur, finally tearing your eyes away from the test to look at him. "Are we doing this?"

"It's all up to you," he says, his tone steady, patient.

You inhale sharply.

This isn’t like before. You’re not in college anymore, struggling to make sense of an uncertain future.

You have your dream job, financial stability, a home.

Yet, somehow, you still feel so lost.

Then, Yunho's hands settle firmly on your shoulders, grounding you.

You’re not doing this alone.

A slow breath fills your lungs, and when you exhale, you nod. "We’re doing this."

His lips brush your temple. "Alright," he whispers. "I’m here. Always."

You squeeze his hand, voice barely above a whisper. "I know. But I’m scared. What if-"

"No," he says gently, cutting off your doubt before it can spiral. "Let’s not think about that, aight?"

Telling Haneul turns out to be easier than you expected.

You and Yunho decide to wait for the right moment, and it comes not long after his third birthday.

That evening, Yunho sits him down on the couch while you both kneel in front of him.

His dark curls frame his face in soft open coils, and his big curious eyes blink at you, waiting.

"Am I in troubles?" he asks, voice small.

You smile, shaking your head. "No, baby. Mommy and Daddy just want to talk to you about something important."

He nods, trusting, ready to listen.

"You know how Mommy has two brothers? Uncle Sammy and Uncle Danny?"

Haneul nods again.

"Well," you continue, glancing at Yunho before turning back to your son. "How would you feel about having a little brother or sister?"

His eyes go wide. "Brother orrr sister?"

"Yeah, a little baby here with us," you say gently.

Haneul's eyes widen as he processes your words.

He’s too young to fully understand, but he’s grasping the idea in his own way.

"But Mommy is my mommy!" he states firmly, as if you might have forgotten.

You smile. "Yes, baby, I’ll always be your mommy. But now, you’re going to be a big brother! There’s going to be a baby here with us."

His mouth opens slightly, then closes again as he turns to Yunho, silently asking his dad to explain.

"We’re still going to be your parents, bud," Yunho reassures him. "And we’ll love you just the same. That will never change."

Haneul nods slowly, considering this. "A baby’s nice," he finally decides.

"There’s one growing inside Mommy’s tummy right now," you tell him, "but it’s still very, very small."

Haneul looks down at your stomach with wide eyes. "A baby in there?"

You pinch your fingers together. "This tiny."

His own little fingers mimic yours, and Yunho chuckles. "And soon, they’ll get bigger and bigger."

And as time passes, the baby does get bigger and bigger. And so does your belly.

With each passing day, Haneul’s curiosity grows too.

One afternoon, you lounge on the garden couch, mango sorbet in hand, while Haneul rests his head against your belly. His tiny hands tap gently, waiting, wondering if he’ll feel his sibling move.

"Hi, baby," he says softly to your belly.

You smile, threading your fingers through his curls and rubbing his scalp gently. "You know, the baby can hear you now. You should talk to them more often."

Haneul lifts his head to look at you, skeptical. "Is a baby really in there?" He scrunches his nose. "Isss weird."

You chuckle. "Yeah, it is weird. Even for me."

Later that day, you’re outside tending to the garden. Haneul helps in his own way, patting the soil and brushing his fingers lightly over the rose petals.

As you carefully trim the dry stems, he suddenly turns to you.

"Mommy," he says, tilting his head. "All da babies stays in the belly?"

You nod, wiping a stray bit of dirt from your hand. "Yes, babies stay in the belly so that mommies can keep them safe and warm."

He blinks up at you, thoughtful. "Was I in your belly too?"

You freeze for a second.

Setting down the gardening shears and slipping off your gloves, you turn to face him.

He looks so sweet under the sun, his tiny hat slightly askew, his bright brown eyes filled with innocent curiosity.

"You didn’t grow in mommy’s belly," you say gently, squeezing his little hands. "But you were inside one."

His brows furrow. "Why?"

You smooth a curl away from his forehead. "Well, not all babies grow in their mommy’s bellies. You grew in another belly, but you were always meant to be with us."

He presses his lips together in a little pout (that reminds you of a baby duck) thinking hard. Then, after a few moments, he nods.

You cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his soft skin. "Daddy and I were so happy to find you and bring you home. Because you are our baby, and we love you so, so much, baby bear."

Haneul doesn’t say anything. He just steps forward and wraps his arms around you.

You pull him close, holding him tight, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from falling.

And when he squeezes you back just as tightly, you know that, in his own way, he understands.

•

You don’t remember the day you left Yunho’s house with your things.

You don’t remember what you ate, what you wore, or even how you felt.

You only remember Yunho’s heartbroken face, the way he begged you to stay to just listen.

It had been a rash decision, one you weren’t even sure was the right one.

But it happened.

Now, he’s lying with his head on your lap, one big hand spread protectively over your pregnant belly as he presses soft kisses to the lower swell of it.

Haneul is napping in his room, and the two of you are lazily curled up in the living room, just like always.

You’re scrolling through Ikea, looking for a crib, Yunho’s black card resting on the couch beside you.

"Get crazy, but not too crazy," he had told you with a grin.

“Your kisses are tickling me,” you murmur, reaching down to smooth his hair back.

He smiles lazily, eyes half lidded. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Can’t blame me,” he mumbles against your skin. “You look so pretty, Peach.”

You snort. “I look normal.”

“Nah, it’s the- whatchamacallit? Ahhhh.” He snaps his fingers. “Pregnancy glow.”

“I feel crusty.”

“I like you a little crusty.”

You roll your eyes, turning your iPad toward him. “What do you think of this one?”

A white wooden crib, spacious and elegant, fills the screen. “It’s super cute.”

Yunho glances at it and nods. “I like it. You pick, I build, remember?”

“He’s your baby too.”

“He?”

Your eyes widen. "Ah, shit…"

“Wait- you know the gender? But we promised!”

“I knooow, but I got too curious, and I asked the doctor later… Sorry.”

Yunho stares at you, then sits up abruptly. “We’re having a boy?”

“Yup.” You sigh dramatically. “Three boys against me. So fun.”

He smirks. “Against you? Haneul is a total momma’s boy, and so will this one be. Plus, you forgot I’m absolutely obsessed with you?”

“You say that now, but I know you guys are gonna gang up on me.” You put the iPad down and cross your arms.

He grins, tilting his head. “You know, my mom said she had a feeling we were having a boy. Said your belly was too round for a girl.”

“I thought it was the opposite?”

“Honestly?” He shrugs. “I have no clue either.”

You shake your head with a soft chuckle.

“I’m just so excited,” Yunho continues, eyes glowing. “We’re getting closer and closer every day.”

“Haneul’s excited too,” you say, running a hand over your belly. “He always wants to feel his little brother kicking, it’s hilarious.”

“Wait till he finds out he’s officially getting a little brother,” Yunho laughs, resting his hand over your stomach again. “Oh, boy.”

•

Jihun was born in late June.

The day had been long and exhausting, but the moment you held him in your arms, it felt like your life had finally fallen into place.

Yunho was completely in love. He cradled your son with such care, mesmerized at how tiny he was in his hands.

“Remember how I used to panic when I bathed Haneul?” he tells his mom, eyes still locked on Jihun. “Yeah… that panic is back but Jihun is so much smaller.”

His mother laughs, shaking her head. “He’s a perfect mix of the both of you.”

But nothing compares to the moment Haneul meets his baby brother for the first time.

You help him settle on the couch, carefully guiding his little arms as you place Jihun in them.

Haneul’s eyes widen, filled with awe, as he takes in his tiny brother. After a moment, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of Jihun’s head.

“You’re a big brother now, Hannie,” Yunho tells him, ruffling his curls. “You’re in for life.”

Haneul barely blinks, completely focused on Jihun. “He’s small,” he whispers. “So, so, so small.”

But then Jihun starts crying, and instantly, both Yunho and Haneul freeze, looking at each other in sheer panic.

You laugh, shaking your head as you adjust Jihun in your arms.

Feeding him is thankfully easy because he latches on after just a few tries, already proving to be an eager little eater.

When you finally get home a few days later, it’s a breath of fresh air.

But then, something shifts.

You should clean everything. You’ve been away.

The house is dirty.

The baby could get sick.

We don’t want the baby to-

“Yunho, we need to clean the house.”

Yunho glances up from where he’s placing bags down, immediately noticing the way you’re clutching Jihun a little tighter.

“Peach,” he says softly, “our moms tidied up while we were at the hospital. Everything’s fine. You gave birth and need to rest, alright?”

But you shake your head, brows furrowing. “I just don’t want him to get sick.”

Yunho steps closer, his hands coming to cup your face gently. “He won’t,” he reassures you. “I promise.”

•

“Mama, looksss!” Jihun calls excitedly.

It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, and the four of you have come to the lake for a picnic.

The boys run around in their swim shorts with their dad while you lounge by the shore with a book, deciding to take a dip every now and then.

Haneul sits beside you, his attention half on his sandwich and half on his little brother, who’s been busy exploring the area while Yunho struggles with a stubborn beer bottle opener.

When you finally look up, you jump back with a startled yelp.

Haneul, now seven and very aware, shrieks too, immediately ducking behind you.

“Issa a froggy, Mommy!” Jihun beams, holding up a frog and not a small one, either- right in front of your face.

“Jih, put that down!” Haneul shouts, voice filled with pure disgust.

But Jihun, ever the troublemaker that he is, only smirks before taking off after his brother.

“Noooo!” Haneul wails, sprinting toward Yunho for safety while Jihun chases him with the poor frog still in hand.

Yunho laughs but quickly steps in. “Jihun, stop chasing your brother,” he says firmly. Jihun finally listens, though the mischievous glint in his eyes remains.

Yunho turns to Haneul. “Bud, the frog’s not gonna hurt you.”

“I know that, but it’s slimeyyy!” Haneul grimaces, shuddering.

“Slimeyy? Nooo, froggy's sticky!” Jihun sings, clearly pleased with himself.

“You better not touch me with those hands!” Haneul warns, pointing a finger at his little brother.

Jihun only giggles in response.

Yunho shakes his head, amused, before crouching down. “Alright, Jih, let’s put the frog back where he belongs. And then we wash your hands.”

Jihun pouts but listens, following his dad to release the frog near the water before heading off to rinse his hands.

Haneul was always the gentler, more obedient child. He’s quiet, thoughtful, and careful.

Jihun, on the other hand, was his complete opposite. Fearless, adventurous, always testing his limits.

They were different in every way, yet you loved them both endlessly.

Now, Jihun sits on your lap as you feed him grapes, while Haneul leans against Yunho, happily munching on another sandwich.

You take in the moment.

The laughter, the warmth of the sun, the sound of the water lapping against the shore.

You couldn’t be happier.

•

"What was your inspiration for Starchild?" a reporter asks.

The microphone in front of you feels heavier than it should, as if pressuring you to speak.

Hundreds of eyes are on you, waiting, hanging onto your words.

Last month, you finally released Starchild, your debut comic book about an alien boy adopted by human parents, who later discovers he has superpowers to protect his city from monsters and villains.

It had been well received, earning strong ratings, and now, you were here at a press conference to talk about your first solo project.

From the front row, Yeosang watches you, his gaze full of pride and encouragement.

You take a steadying breath.

You can do this.

“It’s a really long story,” you begin. “For the longest time, while working on Monster Babysitters, I kept my focus away from the public eye. When the opportunity to debut my own comic came, I won’t lie I was terrified. Even though it was my dream.”

The room is silent, reporters leaning in, listening closely.

“A few years ago, my then ex-boyfriend, showed up at my place with a baby he had found alone on the street.”

Gasps ripple through the room.

Keyboards clack furiously, pens scratching against notepads.

“That baby changed my entire life.” Your throat tightens, but you push through. “I was in a very dark place, but every time I held him, the world didn’t seem as cruel. It didn’t feel as contaminated or hopeless as I had made it out to be.”

You swallow hard, grounding yourself.

“And then, I realized, I could just love him. With all my heart. My little star. My piece of heaven. He made me want to be better, to fight my inner battles, to build a world where he could be safe, far from pain, far from monsters.”

You pause for a moment, collecting your thoughts before finally saying,

“I wrote this comic book in honor of my son. My Haneul.”

The crowd reacts instantly, some moved, some whispering among themselves.

“Even though he’s not my biological son, he is mine,” you say, voice unwavering.

•

“Mommy," Haneul whispers one night, his bright brown eyes searching for yours.

The same eyes that seem to carry the weight of the world.

From the other room, you hear Yunho softly singing Jihun to sleep.

“Yes, Hannie?” You smooth down his curls. “Is everything alright?”

“Today at school, Miss Kim told us about where mommies and daddies have their babies,” he says matter of factly. “And I know I didn’t grow inside your belly. I have you and Dad, but… where is the mommy that had me in her belly?”

Your heart clenches.

You had imagined this conversation so many times, played out endless scenarios in your head.

You always planned to tell him later, when he was older, when he had the space to process it in his own way.

But there’s no perfect time for this conversation.

“Hannie…” You start, but before you can continue, Yunho steps into the room.

“Hey, bud,” he says, kneeling beside you and pressing a kiss to Haneul’s head. “Came to say goodnight.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Haneul closes his eyes for a second, then looks back at you, waiting. A sign to continue.

You take a breath. “Your dad can tell you how he found you.” You smile at Yunho, seeing the way his expression softens. It’s okay this time, you silently reassure him.

Haneul can understand.

Yunho studies your face, then nods before turning to Haneul.

“Wanna hear it, bud?”

Haneul nods, gripping the covers tightly, as if bracing himself.

So Yunho tells him. About the night he found him. About how, without thinking, he walked straight to your house, as if something in him knew where Haneul belonged.

How the two of you took care of him for a month, how you both helped, and how you refused to leave his side.

Haneul listens to every word.

“Remember when Jihun’s turtle passed away?” Yunho asks gently. “She went to the stars.”

Haneul blinks. “Is my mom in the stars too?”

You and Yunho both nod.

Haneul doesn’t cry. He doesn’t yell. How can he mourn someone he never knew?

“She loved you so much, Hannie,” you say softly, squeezing his hand. “She wanted what was best for you. Sometimes the world is unfair, and she had to give up her own happiness to keep you safe.” Your voice wavers, and tears slip down your cheeks.

Haneul sits up and hugs you tightly. “Don’t cry, Mommy.”

You hold him closer, kissing his hair. “I love you so much, baby bear.”

“I love you too, Mommy.” He pulls back just enough to look at you, then turns to Yunho. “I love you too, Dad.”

Yunho kisses his cheek and wraps his arms around him. “I love you too, bud.”

“And I’m happy you’re my parents,” Haneul says, voice firm with quiet certainty. “I wouldn’t choose anyone else in the world. You took care of me.”

You brush your fingers over his cheek, smiling through your tears. “We’d choose you every time, my love.”

After tucking him back into bed, you and Yunho press a final kiss to the top of his head.

Just as you reach the doorway, you pause.

“Hannie?”

“Hm?” He blinks sleepily at you.

“You have her eyes.”

You know he understands.

A/N: AAANNNDDD SCENE! this was the last chapter of peach eyes! i really hope everyone enjoyed the story as much as i enjoyed writing it teehee.

i said this before but i was not meant to even post it in the first place. but then i decided to step a bit outside of my comfort zone and continued writing it.

i appreciate every single interaction and the constant love the fic had! it really warmed my heart and continued to motivate and pushed me to keep going.

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love u lots and see u next time mwah

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS OVER

and if it stops snowing? then count the stars in the sky

nobody talks about how ironic it feels to work in the hospital during the holidays, particularly christmas.

in any other establishment that is open, be it a restaurant, cafe, retail store or convenience mart, employees are greeted kindly with festive cheer–warm wishes and sincere smiles from one stranger to another. but nobody walks into the hospital on christmas with laughter and gratitude for the assistance of the doctors and nurses, because nobody wants to be at the hospital.

nobody plans to spend the day there, either.

where white embodies the nature of christmas itself–joy, celebration, festivity, snow–it changes the moment you step through the sliding glass doors of the hospital’s entrance. white is the sterile and detached appearance of the tiled floors and coated walls. it is the bedsheets and linen of the ward beds which fall short of mimicking home. it is the authoritative coats of the doctors who are the arbiters between life and death; the very same coat that jongho currently wears over his scrubs.

🗂️ wip tag game! 🗂️

Thank you for the tag @everyonewooeverywhere! This was really fun to make 🤭

WIP list

Seonghwa

Hongjoong

Mingi

San

Some of these are more planned out (and written) than others, but I can't wait to share them with you 😭 Will they be out in 2025? Or 2026? Perhaps 2027? Stay and find out lmaooo

Tagging: @bvidzsoo @ennysbookstore @seongwars @yunniverse @yizhou-time @outlawinthisworld1117 @solaris-amethyst @desirehorizon @hwaslayer @kitten4sannie

Tagging me when you know how many I have just sat there is criminal Mina……….. /jk

lmaooo you know I had to... NOW SPIT EM OUT C'MON THE CROWD IS WAITING

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every time i see people love and recommend love, maybe i feel the need to do a backflip omg

🗂️ wip tag game! 🗂️

Thank you for the tag @everyonewooeverywhere! This was really fun to make 🤭

WIP list

Seonghwa

Hongjoong

Mingi

San

Some of these are more planned out (and written) than others, but I can't wait to share them with you 😭 Will they be out in 2025? Or 2026? Perhaps 2027? Stay and find out lmaooo

Tagging: @bvidzsoo @ennysbookstore @seongwars @yunniverse @yizhou-time @outlawinthisworld1117 @solaris-amethyst @desirehorizon @hwaslayer @kitten4sannie

Tagging me when you know how many I have just sat there is criminal Mina……….. /jk

Acceptance Notice

《AFTER ACCEPTANCE》

HOLY SHIT HELLO 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

Step into the Illusion

《Navigate our Ship》

#member: - hongjoong, seonghwa, yunho, yeosang, san, mingi, wooyoung, jongho, ot8

#genre: - fluff, romance, angst, action, smut, adventure, fantasy, horror, crime, AUs

#wordcount: - <1k , 1-5k, 5-10k, 10-15k, 15k+

#rating: - sfw, pg-13, nc-17, mdni

#type: - oneshot, twoshot, series, smau, drabble, timestamp, headcanon

#author: "blogname"

LOVE, MAYBE

MASTERLIST | WC: 1.5K | RELEASE DATE: 29/11/2024

IDOL!SEONGHWA X FEM!READER

Synopsis: Just two friends in love who let their feelings be known in the first snow of the year.

Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers.

Rina’s notes: Song's to set the mood because I listened to them when I wrote this: Really Like You - Baby Monster, Love, Maybe - Baby Monster, Try Again - Jaehyun, d.ear, Fearnot (Between you, me and the lamppost) - LE SSERAFIM, love you twice - Huh Yunjin

“Just be careful, just because it’s snowy doesn’t mean it’s not icy!” Seonghwa watches you from behind with a small smile while you walk ahead. He stands still under his umbrella while you’re crouched down in the snow, smiling when you pick it up.

The cold nips at your fingers when you dig into the snow. You pick up as much as you can fit in your hands and make a ball, you continue this process seven more times, making them vary in size as you do so. Lining them up next to each other you giggle. Your fingers are wet and cold and completely red but it’s worth it when you look back and see Seonghwa smiling back at you.

The snow falling only makes him prettier, his umbrella up to prevent him getting covered in the snow while your hair and coat are dotted with snow. It reminds you of when you went to see the cherry blossoms fall together, his umbrella up while you’re steps ahead taking in the beauty of it all (Seonghwa was busy watching you, much like now), and you smile at the memory. That day had solidified your feelings for him even more when he stood in front of you picking out the petals from your hair one by one while telling you that although you looked pretty the petals were making a mess. 

this really has done numbers, way more than im used to as well so thank you so much like everyone!! i thought at a push maybe i’d get 100 notes but 400+ is absolutely insane! seeing people like this has been a real motivation for me to write more so thank you omg 🫶🫶

I adore ATEEZ, I do, and I get that they invoke some kind of freaky side of so many people but what is it with atiny writers being incapable of properly tagging their fics? I’ve been so triggered lately by so many people, even in the “ateez fluff” tag.

PLEASE tag your triggers.

If you don’t know how, look it up. There are tons of helpful posts on how to tag properly. I’m literally begging you

THIS PLEASE SO MANY PEOPLE ARE NOT TAGGING THINGS APPROPRIATELY

sorry to all the my treasure lovers out there I keep adding and changing stuff 😍