𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 — 이한, 🎣 ✿˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚
@𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐚
Dating Leehan was kind of like babysitting a toddler and housing a marine biology exhibit… at the same time. Every week, he brought home a new fish like it was an emotional support animal. And for some reason, he refused to call you anything except “his little guppy” in public. You loved him. But also? You were so tired.
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You were trying to relax on the couch, hoodie on, just minding your business scrolling TikTok when the bedroom door BURST open.
“Babe!! Emergency fish funeral!!”
You didn’t even flinch. You just blinked slowly and said, “What did you do now?”
Leehan stood in the hallway holding a shoebox like it was a baby, tears welling in his big eyes. He was wearing his ‘I ❤️ Tuna’ pajama pants and the hoodie you’d been looking for all week. His slippers were on the wrong feet. His nose was a little red.
He sniffled dramatically. “Her name was Miss Bubbles... she only lived for three days but we had a bond.” Then he shuffled closer and dropped onto your lap like a big soggy blanket. “Do you think my other fish will feel the loss spiritually or should I give them a speech.”
You sighed and pushed his bangs out of his eyes.
“…Leehan. Go flush the box.”
He gasped. “You’re a monster.”
You rolled your eyes, but you were already reaching for your fuzzy socks. Because of course you were going to the fish funeral.