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Jack In The Box (HOPE Edition)

scan cr. mahoneysuga

a softie for sentimentality, bakugou katsuki.

Bakugou wears a bracelet. You’ve known about it for as long as you could remember, but only decided to acknowledge it now that you’re in your third year at UA, two weeks before graduation.

It wasn’t flashy or adorned with any kind of logo—just a simple, sturdy piece of metal with a stainless clasp that he seemed to wear all the time. You tilted your head as you studied it.

“You’ve had that bracelet for as long as I can remember,” you said, sitting down on his study chair. It’s a privilege to even set foot inside of his room without immediately being told (yelled) off, really.

Bakugou looked up from his book and glanced at you. “Yeah, and?”

“Is there, like, a story behind it?”

“No story,” he said with a shrug, but you weren’t entirely convinced.

“Really? That’s so bland. I thought there’d be like a gut-wrenching or life-changing story for it.”

He sat up from his bed with a huff, his eyes narrowing at you. “It’s just somethin’ I wear. What’s it to you?”

You raised your hands in mock surrender, a playful smile on your lips. “Alright, Mr. Mysterious. Keep your secrets.”

“Fuck off, dipshit.”

“Again with that! Why can’t you be nicer now that we’re graduating?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

-

But the conversation stuck to you.

It’s the day of graduation when you presented him with a small, handmade box. It was simple, made of sturdy cardboard decorated with his signature colors and an orange ribbon to match. Bakugou rose a brow.

“What’s this for?” He asks, holding it up like the box might explode at any given moment, though there was no bite to it.

“A box.”

“No shit,” he scoffs, “what’s in it?”

“Open it to find out!” You egged him on.

Bakugou sighs, opening the box with a focused pout. He went quiet when he saw what was inside.

“Ta-da! A bracelet,” you said, smiling. “For you. Thought you could use something new to switch things up.”

He held the stringed bracelet in his hand, looking at the material as if it would erupt in flames if he glared hard enough. It was a stark contrast to his metal one—brightly colored warm complementary beads with little charms that somehow still managed to feel like him. There was a red charm shaped like an explosion, a black bead with a skull design, and a small silver charm with an engraved kanji for “strength.”

“I’m not wearing this,” he said flatly.

It’s like your cartoonish heart balloon had suddenly been popped with a prickly needle.

“What? Why not? It’s cool!” you argued. “I even made it myself to really match you!”

“It’s not my style.”

“Sure it is. Look, it’s got black, silver, and even a little red—it screams Bakugou Katsuki.”

“I didn’t get you anythin’ as a parting gift,” he tells you.

“Don’t worry about it! It’s fine,” you replied, waving your hand in dismissal. “Just thought this’ll go with your metal bracelet.”

He nodded, though there was a somewhat frustrated pout on his expression, muttering something under his breath a soft “thanks,” and placed the gift back in the box, never actually letting you see him wearing it during that moment.

-

Years later, during a photoshoot for the yearly hero gala, Bakugou stood in front of the camera in his full Dynamight suit. The photographer adjusted the lights, snapping rapid shots as Bakugou struck his signature confident poses.

“Hold still,” the stylist said, adjusting his gauntlet slightly. Her eyes flicked to his wrist, and she paused. “Oh, that’s cute. Is that handmade?”

Bakugou blinked, following her gaze. Wrapped around his wrist, right next to his ever-present metal bracelet, was the colorful string bracelet you had made him all those years ago.

He stiffened slightly, but instead of taking it off, he shrugged. “Yeah. What about it?”

The stylist smiled warmly. “It’s a nice touch. Makes you seem... approachable. And quite frankly, it matches your suit.”

Bakugou snorted. “Whatever. Let’s get this over with.”

-

When the photos surfaced online, fans quickly noticed the bracelet. Social media practically exploded that day.

Is Dynamight wearing a friendship bracelet??

A HANDMADE BRACELET ON DYNAMIGHT??

Guys, he’s worn this thing for YEARS. Check the old pictures! 🙂‍↔️

You, of course, caught wind of the news—because honestly, who wouldn’t when it took all social media platforms by storm? You saw the posts one evening while scrolling through your phone. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the photos. It was unmistakable—the bracelet you had made all those years ago.

Long after your UA days were behind you and your lives had taken you and Bakugou down different paths, the all-too-familiar bracelet made you smile sadly—more nostalgic happiness than actual sadness, really.

You stared at the screen, sighing quietly. You thought back to the last time you’d spoken, to the unspoken decision that had pulled you in different directions. You never thought something as small as a bracelet would still mean anything to him.

You didn’t even think you’d live to see the day he wears it, much less keep it after the years.

But there it was, bright and unapologetic on his wrist, a subtle reminder of a bond that hadn’t completely faded with time.

Somewhere across the city, Bakugou stood on a rooftop, the evening wind tugging at his hero uniform. He glanced down at the bracelet on his wrist, running his thumb over the frayed edges of the string. He smirked to himself, a quiet acknowledgment of the past and the person who’d given it to him.

“Guess you were right,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the wind. “It does scream Bakugou Katsuki.”

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moving far away to a sunny place.

M E S M E R I S I N G

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Namjoon as an Arcane Fae

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tae tae vs. tiny tae tae

jungkook cutely telling us a secret 🥺 (trans. cr. tteokminnie)

summary — life gets a little more complicated when your son befriends a kid whose father seems to hate your guts.

pairing — dad!yoongi x mom!reader

genre — angst, fluff

warning — there may be grammar mistakes, sometimes I unconsciously omit words

a.n. — hello, im back with a new story, hopefully this would be better. let me know if you want to be added to the tag list :)

thank you for reading xx

introduction: A and B | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen | seventeen | eighteen | nineteen | twenty | twenty one | twenty two | twenty three | twenty four | twenty five | twenty six | twenty seven | twenty eight | twenty nine | thirty | thirty one | thirty two | thirty three | thirty four | thirty five | thirty six | thirty seven | thirty eight | thirty nine | forty | forty one | forty two (I) | forty two (II) | forty three (the end) | epilogue | extra.

expect the unexpected | 4

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“Let’s go to your daddy, come on,” Secretary Choi says, reaching his hand out for Haneul. The kids better knew him as Uncle Secretary, or ‘Yeonjun-ah’ as they often hear from their dad. 

“Where we going?” Haneul asks, looking up at Yeonjun as he holds onto his hand. 

“Daddy has a meeting and we both have to attend,” he says, leading the little one out of his dad’s office. 

“Are we going to play?” Haneul asks, kicking his feet up obnoxiously with every step down the hallway. “I want to play with daddy.”

“You can maybe play with him after, daddy has to listen and watch a few presentations first and–” Yeonjun looks down at Haneul who was looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows. The older one sighs. “Daddy’s busy, but after he’ll play with you okay?”

“Okay~” Haneul says before letting go of Yeonjun’s hand and running into the open doors of an elevator. “Boop boop!” He yells, pounding his small fists onto the buttons of the elevator.

“Y-yah! Kim Haneul!” Yeonjun yells, running after the little one who smiles at the secretary when the elevator doors close.

Yeonjun aggressively presses for the elevator doors to open, quickly panicking as he doesn’t know where his boss’ child has ended up. 

He checks the time on his watch and he’s late. Yeonjun looks around and debates on running down a few flights of stairs when suddenly the elevator doors open. 

“Uncle Yeonjun!” Haneul giggles, pointing at the secretary. Yeonjun sighs, turning around with his head pointed down to the little one’s height. He wasn’t there, but instead a pair of legs were. Yeonjun visibly swallows as he follows the legs up to see who was connected to them. Of course he knew.

“Yeonjun I thought I said to bring him to the meeting room? I instead heard him screaming and running down the hallways unsupervised.” Jin says, walking towards the younger one. “We’re late, let’s go,” He says, pulling his frozen secretary into the elevator with Haneul in one of his arms. 

-

“I don’t wike it,” Haneul says, bored out of his mind, leaning back into his dad’s lap as he watches another presentation led by one of Jin’s employees. The employee presenting laughs awkwardly, as he clicks on to the next slide.

“Shh,” Jin says, readjusting Haneul on his lap. “Just watch okay.” 

“Okay..”

Haneul didn’t understand anything they were talking about or why his dad sat at the back of the table with several other men in suits. His eyes wandered off of the man presenting and instead his eyes caught random things laid around the room. 

Haneul started to whine, trying to slide down from his dad’s lap so he could freely walk around. 

“I wanna play,” he mumbles pushing Jin’s hands away. 

“Okay but behave, stay in here,” he whispers, letting go of Haneul.

Haneul breaks into a smile when he finally gets off of his dad. He immediately runs to the table up front and grabs a piece of paper and walks away with it. 

“Pen pen,” he says walking by the employees and asking for a pen. One was nice enough to hand him a pen. Haneul giggles as he takes it, walking off and dropping onto the floor to doodle. 

Jin quickly takes his eyes off of the presentation and his eyes wander around the room for his son.

When he finds him on the floor, his eyes grew wide.

“Y-YAH YAH!” he yells, surprising the one presenting and all the other employees present. “Haneul-ah!” Jin yells, picking up Haneul off of the floor, making him drop his pen. Haneul looks down at his masterpiece and smiles. 

On the floor was a blank piece of paper.

And a bunch of doodles on the tiles. 

Jin bends down to pick up the pen, which wasn’t actually a pen, but a fine point sharpie. And now his son’s doodles were permanently on the floor. 

“Whose is this?” Jin asks, holding the pen up. One of the employees slowly raises their hand.

“Here,” Jin says, giving it back. He then went back to his seat in the back, placing Haneul on his lap. 

“Here you go Haneul,” Yeonjun says, coming out from the back and giving the young one a pack of crayons and a coloring book. 

“I’m sorry about that,” Jin says to everyone. “Please, continue.”

-

- “Daddy wet’s go to Auntie Sohu,” Haneul says, picking at the papers Jin was reading through. 

“We already went yesterday, you have had enough sweets for the week,” Jin says mindlessly, flipping through the pages

“But I miss Auntie Sohu,” Haneul pouts. 

“No you don’t, you miss her cupcakes,” Jin says. “Yeonjun can you send this over to Mr. Kang on floor 3?” He says , passing the papers to his secretary. Yeonjun nods, taking the paper from him and walking out.

“I want cupcakes,” Haneul mumbles, lightly kicking Jin’s table.

“No, you’ve had too much,” Jin says, leaning over to pick him up and place him on his lap. “We can have your favorite for dinner tonight, how about that huh?” Jin says, leaning down to place kisses onto his baby’s neck and cheeks. Haneul giggles, pushing his dad’s face away.

With two small hands on Jin’s cheeks, Haneul gives him a bIG PINCH. Squeezing with all his might. 

“BUT I WANT CUUPPCAAKKEES!” Haneul yells. Jin’s face contorts in pain.

“Y-YYYYYAAAAAAAH!”

-

After answering his texts from you, Jin’s phone began to ring. 

“Uncle I’m hungry,” Haneul pouts, pulling on Yeonjun’s hand. Yeonjun looked at Jin to ask if he wanted to eat but saw him on the phone so Yeonjun decided to take Haneul down to the cafeteria.

“Hyung,” Yeonjun whispers, Jin turns around and Yeonjun motions to the door and does an eating gesture with his right hand. Jin nods and tells them to go with his hand. Assuming that Jin understood what Yeonjun was trying to say, the two of them left.

“Okay let’s go eat.” 

expect the unexpected

♡part four: boop boop♡ 

pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader

a/n: :) also anon asks are back on!

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