I Love You, Always ((Sangwoo x Reader FanFic))

The Outside World Is Paying Attention To // My Whore In The Closet

Out of habit, Sangwoo leans against his car in the most attractive way someone possibly could. One leg is kicked back onto the car door and his phone is in his hand as he texts some future kill. He isn't paying attention to the outside world, but the outside world is paying attention to him. Many of those that walk by search for cameras and a good amount of them swoon at the sight of the man. But, Sangwoo wouldn't care if he knew. He only wants the two he's been waiting for, Y/n and JoJo.

"You've got to be a model," Y/n smiles as she walks up to the man, a little boy at her heels. Sangwoo throws his phone into his front sweatshirt pocket, ignoring the picture of the whore whose makeup he could smell through his phone screen. "And you're matching with JoJo!" The mother grabs her shy son from behind her and lifts him up easily into the air and onto a hip.

"Y- yeah." It's his kid. His child. His son. His family. The ever slightly tanned skin, the thick black locks, the hands, all of it so familiar. Even his eyes, his son's are only slightly rounder than his own. All of it screams at him. It screams 'family'.

"JoJo," Y/n starts, looking their child in his wide eyes as he clutches her shirt. "This is your father. I know you've been waiting to meet him for so long." She smooths his hair out of his face and kisses his forehead. The motion looks so natural, she must have done it a thousand times. "It's okay," she rubs his back. "Just take your time, sweetie."

The large man never felt more awkward in his life besides when he was actually creating his son. Slowly, the little boy turns away from his mother's bust and to his father, his arms stretched out wide. With no hesitation, Sangwoo gathers his in his arms and holds him the way Y/n had. "I'm so sorry I haven't been there for you," Sangwoo recites the words he had been practicing in English. "I want to be you father, if you will allow me."

Tears stain Sangwoo's soft grey sweatshirt and his son's fingers dig into the fabric as if clutching on for dear life. "Thank you," JoJo whispers. "Daddy."

Sangwoo's heart melts and Y/n's follows. Soon enough, all three of them are crying. At the sound of Y/n's sobs Sangwoo dutifully pulled her into a tight hug, sandwiching their son between them. The feel of her shaking form, frail and leaning against him is intoxicating. Unable to help himself, Sangwoo pulls Y/n's face into his own while balancing their son with one arm. He presses his lips against hers and she doesn't pull away, but she doesn't kiss back with emotion like she had in the closet.

With disappointment etched in his features, Sangwoo breaks the boring kiss and sets his squirming son onto the floor. "Hey JoJo, wanna have a boy's day out?" To his satisfaction, the tiny dumpling sheds his timidness and shows some damn excitement to be with him.

The little boy pumps his little fists into the air and shouts, earning a cool glance from his mother. He giggles, but shuts his mouth nonetheless, following his mother's silent demand. Still with the same amount of authority, Y/n digs into her purse and pulls out a laminated sheet of paper, an epipen, a pack of pink pills and what Sangwoo can only assume to be a tube of another kind of pill.

She shoves everything in his face, "I can't believe you're trying to go out with him on your own already. You're going to need all of this." Promptly, she pulls a plastic grocery bag out from her magical bottomless bag and shoves all of the necessary objects into it.

"He's my kid, of course I want to be with him," Sangwoo answers with amusement over how serious and protective the woman got over her child. "What is all of this for?"

"He has a few allergies. No raw eggs, no peanuts, no blueberries. Repeat."

Sangwoo smirks and fights a growing bulge in his pants. This is different. No one has been so demanding to him before, he had always been the one barking orders. The idea of dragging the mother up to his bed and stripping her down bare filled his mind. She would take it upon herself to ride him and Sangwoo would more than allow the act, though he doubts she would remain dominant for long. Maybe he could even fit Bum into that fantasy. "No raw eggs, no peanuts, no blueberries."

The woman smiles and her eyes soften. "Good, and thank you, Oppa." The cuteness disperses as she hands him the grocery bag. "If he breaks into hives or has a minor rash, pink pill. Head ache, tube pills. If he can't breathe, epipen. Repeat everything." Once Sangwoo repeats it as told, Y/n continues her long list of instructions. "His full name is Jacob Joh L/n and a copy of his legal immigration papers are under his shirt. Though, I doubt you'll need it, he doesn't look foreign." He looks just like you, Y/n added mentally. "JoJo is quadrilingual, I'll explain how later, but when he is panicked or excited he switches between languages a lot. Last time I checked, he knew Korean, Cantonese, Japanese and of course English, but I never really know with this one." The girl sighs as she recalls having to learn all the extra languages so that she could actually communicate with her child. "Ugh, just call me and I'll translate. Just- yeah, just call me if anything happens and I'll be there in a heart beat. Don't kill my child."

Sangwoo nearly laughs, but stops himself, knowing better. "Our child," he corrects. "No raw eggs, no peanuts, no blueberries. Hives or minor rash, pink pills. Head ache, tube pills. Can't breathe, epipen. Legal papers under shirt. Quadrilingual. Korean, Cantonese, Japanese and English. Call you if anything happens." The man repeats with his famous lady killer smile. "I got this, Y/n. JoJo and I will be fine."

The mother's eyebrows knit together in deep concentration as she deliberates leaving them alone one last time. Especially after the note she got at the beach. "Fine." She finally gives in. "Only because of how you used to take care of me." Her eyes widen a tad and Sangwoo can finally see the hints of worry on her face. "I'm trusting you, Sangwoo. Don't let anything happen."

"I won't," Sangwoo declares with a sly grin. He snakes his hands around his girl's waist and their body heat mixes together. As he is reaching in for another attempt at a kiss, Sangwoo appreciates the feminine smell lingering on her unbruised skin. Ruining the moment, Y/n swivels her head and his lips land on her cheek. Fucking, why? The hell happened to my whore in the closet?

Sangwoo sucks his teeth in a mixture of jealousy and annoyance as Y/n escapes his grasp and plops a fat kiss on her son's forehead. Lucky bastard. The woman waves JoJo goodbye who was rubbing away her kiss.

The precious little present attempts take his father's gigantic hand in his and eventually settles for his last two fingers. Innocently adding to Sangwoo's sorry loss he says, "Wow. I've never seen Mommy hate kisses so much before."