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kwrenreads · 1 year

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chapter three

pairing/s: royalty!seventeen x princess!sibling!reader + non!idol!park jongseong x bestfriend!reader (non-idol!enhypen x reader)

warning/s: implications of over-working one's self

word count: 1,874

a/n: this one's sort of just a filler chapter but also to establish other plots of the story — i see it that way anyway lol ALSO THANK U SM FOR THE SUPPORT THE PAST FEW CHAPTERS THEY ALL MEAN SO MUCH TO ME. tell me what you think as well, there’s nothing else i love more than interact and speculate w other people hehe — hopefully i've added everyone that requested on the taglist — if not, send a message, reply and/or comment (same goes for those who want to be added!) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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The young girl stays silent as Jongseong frantically moved around his room, packing articles of clothing for his term on Decelis. Her eyes follow his movements, wondering where to begin her questions “Are you excited this year?” she finally asks, handing him a shirt she had been mindlessly folding on his bed.

“Yes... no... Maybe? Apparently, we’re getting loads of new students this year — not to mention my exams coming up.” The boy sighs, accepting the article of clothing. The princess hums, deciding right then that maybe that one question was enough for now. Jongseong goes quiet, scanning the open suitcase on his floor. He huffs, making eye contact with Y/N before planting himself face first on his bed, where she had been sat on the edge.

She chuckles, adjusting to a criss-cross position, facing him. Lost in her own thoughts, wandering towards when the two first met…

Y/N was only 5 years old, her head just barely reaching Joshua’s waist. The older boy decided to her bring along , the two walking around their town’s times square. Every inch seemed to be covered by vendors, each selling their own unique items. Hand in hand, her eyes were wide as saucers as the two wandered from one stall to another — the girl never failing to shy away from the compliments given by everyone.

“I feel like my charm is gone, gongjunim. It seems like you stole all of it.”

The little girl giggles, growing a smile on Joshua’s face. They continue their trip, Joshua stopping the both of them briefly wondering where to go to next.

“Oppa, can we get something to eat? I’m hungry,” she asks, eyes set on to something as she spoke. Joshua follows her line of sight, chuckling upon seeing the taiyaki displayed. “I’m assuming you want taiyaki?” the boy says, making eye contact with Y/N. She reveals a toothy grin, two small hands clutching onto Joshua’s. “Yes please!”

They ended up sitting on one of the available dining spaces. Despite the two being alright with the ones displayed just moments prior their arrival, Joshua trying his best to save the owner the hassle — whom they learned was a lovely middle-aged woman named Jin-ae — insisted on making them fresh ones.

It was quiet, save for the sizzling of batter hitting the pan and the shouts of a couple kids nearby, playing. This catches Joshua’s attention, gaze moving from the group of kids to his younger sister. He sighs, watching the curious expression on her face. “Do you want to join them?”.

Joshua sees when he broke the small trance she was in, laughing lightly. “Huh?”, Y/N’s confused eyes meets his amused ones. Right when he was about to ask again, a ball rolls towards them — stopping just where her feet hang in the air, the chair not really for people her size.

“Can you pass the ball, please?” one of the kids yell. They don’t seem to realise they were shouting at the kingdom’s princess. If more adults were nearby, the kids would've already been told off, in forms of threatening whispers and harsh glares. Joshua didn't seem to mind. In fact, no member of the family really bothered with formal addresses when it comes to their people, after all — they work with them, not for.

He observes as his little sister gets off the chair, grabbing a hold of the ball, sensing the conflict in her eyes. One factor he knew too well himself.

It wasn't until recently that the family became closer with the town. Joshua was only the same age as his sister when their grandparents — the former rulers of the kingdom — died. It was also the same time his own parents made the rules looser, less strict. To be more as one rather being the higher ups. Of course, being the official monarchy of Pledis, they still had extra responsibilities the rest of them didn't. That didn't mean the people weren't lesser than them which was what their grandparents were. It was not long until they made friends around the kingdom, no longer restricted to just their siblings and occasional children of other rulers to play with. Not that it was a problem, it just felt nicer to be free.

Joshua soon realised his little sister did not know anyone her age. For so long, her playmates were always her brothers — or whichever staff was available in the palace, like he was once. The sigh that leaves his lips was of recognition, a crease on his forehead. “Go,” he encourages. Her head snaps towards his direction, mouth slightly hanging open, excitement sparkling in her eyes. Joshua smiles fondly, nodding once again, gesturing towards the other kids. “I’ll call you when it’s time to go, yeah? And I’ll bring the taiyaki.”

Y/N nods, a smile on her face as she makes a run towards the group. She approaches one of the boys, handing him the ball. “I’m Jongseong! But my friends call me Jay. You can call me Jay too!”

The sounds of clicking brings her back to reality. Y/N blinks rapidly, gaze growing clear — making contact with Jongseong’s concerned eyes. “Are you okay? I lost you for a bit there,” he says, sitting up. Y/N smiles, instantly calming the boy down. “I was just thinking about when we first saw each other.”

The smile on Jay’s face matches hers. He chuckles, shaking his head as he lays down and stares at the ceiling. “That was… forever ago.”

Y/N hums in agreement, manoeuvring around the space she was on to mimick Jay. They remain quiet, attention focused on the several pictures he had littered all over his walls. Her brows furrow, growing curious as one catches her eye. It was by the corner, almost overshadowed by the other surrounding it.

Key word: almost.

She could remember that moment any day.

'It must be a core memory' — Hansol had said once during their conversations.

“Jay?”

“Hm?”. The boy hums, waiting for Y/N to continue. The lack of a reply had him trying again.

“Gongjunim?”

The nickname slipped out of his mouth too easily. Internally cringing, he hopes Y/N didn’t catch on the secondary meaning of his call. “It’s nothing, just ignore me.” The princess sighs, a torn expression on her face. Jeongsong frowns, getting up from his position to face his best friend. He kneels down in front of her, eyes meeting hers. “You know you can tell me, right?” he whispers, a hand reaching out to take a hold of hers. Y/N closes her eyes at the contact, throat suddenly feeling tight.

Quickly gathering herself up, Y/N clears her throat and open her eyes. The tiny squeeze she gave Jeongsong’s hand had the boy visibly relaxing, allowing a tiny smile to form on her face. “Not right now. I’m sorry,” she apologises. He only smiles, giving her hand another squeeze before standing up. “It’s okay. I can wait.”

When sun decided to show its orange hue, Y/N started to excuse herself — the time to go home clocking in. Jay insisted on walking the princess home, despite her protests.

“Can’t have the princess walking in darkness, you know. Who knows what’ll happen.”

“You do know that princess excuse doesn’t work on me anymore, right?”

She lied.

After all, Jay was right. If something had happened to her that night, the whole kingdom would go in to shambles. And Jay being the last known person she was with would mean he would be the prime suspect.

It was not being the princess that stopped her but she knew that she would rather strangle someone than get her best friend excluded for something he didn’t do.

Arriving safely back to the palace, the flush on her cheeks after the the kiss Jay left on the crown of her head slowly fading away, she makes her way towards the music room, looking for a particular brother. Knocking twice, she waits for Jihoon’s call of ‘come in’. Seconds pass and there was no sound. She knocks again, louder this time — hoping she was just too quiet the first time. When another round of silence hits her, she invites herself in.

The music room was dark, save for the few lamps Jihoon kept on for himself. Although quite dim, there was enough light for her to notice the slouched figure by the round table.

“Aish!”

Y/N huffs, rolling her eyes. She closes the door behind her, making sure not to make too much noise. Taking careful steps, she quietly hums to herself as she gathers the sheets of paper surrounding Jihoon. Each was full of random scribbles, varying colours of pen scratching the plain surface. She stacks them one by one, careful not to mess up the order of the dates written on the corners. Reaching the last few on the table, ready to call it done when she just notices a few others scattered on the floor.

“Yah… oppa… you were really at it today, weren’t you…” she mumbles, crouching down to pick up a few more. Her fingers catch on to one, realising the slight difference in the shade.

Most of the time, Y/N tries her best not to read too much of the contents Jihoon has written when visiting, in fear of spoiling too much for herself and upsetting her brother. After all, she’s willing to wait when he’s ready to share.

But curiosity won this time around. Her brows furrow at the rather old date of the paper — confused on why it had been gathered with the more recent ones. From what she knew, Jihoon always kept older ones in his files.

“いつかきっと君が僕の心に (Someday you might be in my heart…)”

She reads, taking note of the larger blank spaces between lines.

“青空見つめもう (Gazing the blue sky, _______)

誰かのすべてになりたいんだ (I want to be someone’s everything…)”

“Must’ve been one of his unfinished works,” she whispers, shrugging her shoulders as she puts it at the very back of the stack in her hands.

Y/N continues her tidying, careful not to make too much noise. Moments later, pens were in holders and papers were in a box, and it was just Y/N and the still sleeping Jihoon.

She carefully places her hand on his shoulder, shaking the older boy slightly. “Oppa,” she whispers, giving him another shake. Jihoon moves, shifting on his seat before going still again. “Jihoon oppa, it’s time to wake up,” she says, louder this time.

Incoherent words come out of Jihoon’s mouth as he slowly gains his senses. Rubbing the sleep off his eyes, he looks around — the blurry image of Y/N standing beside him getting clearer. “Gongjunim, are you alright?”.

The princess playfully scoffs at the question, raising an inquisitive brow towards Jihoon. “Me? I should be asking you that, oppa. The snores coming from your mouth tell me you haven’t been sleeping for days.” Although Y/N was teasing, she can’t help but let the tiniest bit of worry seep through upon wondering if she somehow told the truth. The annoyed laugh from Jihoon washes it all away.

“It’s almost dinner by the way. I’ll see you down there, yeah?”

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softquietsteadylove · 3 months

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A spicy request for Receptionist AU, where Thena gets back at Gil after what he put her through in the last fic 🙈🙈

"Naekkeo," Gil murmurs as he peeks down his nose to button his dress shirt. "I'm gonna be ready in maybe ten minutes--do you want a ride to work?"

"That's okay, love, I'm not quite ready yet, you go ahead without me."

"Well, I-" Gil doesn't get to finish that thought, his jaw hanging open as Thena comes back into the bedroom from the bathroom. His eyes follow her as she walks over to the closet, taking her time looking at her half of it with her hands on her hips. Gil clears his throat, "uh, sweetie?"

"Hm?" she peeks at him over her shoulder.

Gil loses track of which button he's buttoning. He's actually got a very important meeting this morning with some representatives from a bank back home. He's been working to get an office set up here in London so Thena can be home more.

"Gil?" Thena smiles at him, and the devil woman knows exactly what she's doing when she turns to face him. Her smirk says it all as she saunters over to him and reaches to resume his buttoning. "Remember you have a meeting with the branch manager for Jasmine National."

Gilgamesh is too busy soaking in his partner's soaking body. Okay, it's not soaking wet, but she's still got some dewdrops from the shower still on her completely bare skin, as well as her damp hair sitting on her shoulders. Not long enough to cover her breasts, though.

"Are you listening?"

"You know I'm not," he growls at her, reaching up to grasp her wrists while she tries to straighten his collar. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"

"Sending you off," she responds oh-so innocently. She even flutters her lashes as she shifts her weight, cocking out one hip.

"And this?" he makes a point of asking, drawing his eyes up her legs, freshly shaven and moisturized, to the slope of her waist and the bend of her ribs and her breasts which haunt his dreams.

"Gilgamesh please," she purrs (minx). "It's hardly something to bat an eye at, you have seen me like this plenty by now."

She says it like she's come home after getting her hair trimmed, not standing in front of him, her body beckoning, all but literally oiled up for him!

She tries to step away but he holds onto her--not too tight but he doesn't let her escape his grasp. He eyes all his favourite parts of her. "What's this for?"

Thena merely raises her brows at him, obviously in the mood for some retribution. "Perhaps you should think about this next time you want to take a business call in the middle of an affair."

He scoffs, stepping closer, happily letting her dampness ruin the fresh press of his shirt. "That, again?"

She matches his glaring, pressing herself against him, "you pulled out."

Thena hates being interrupted.

"Sorry, Gongjunim," he leans in but she makes him kiss her cheek before her lips. He obeys, trailing his lips over her cheek reverently. "I won't make you wait again."

"Your meeting," she reminds him, as if either of them really believe he's going to still go to that.

"No fuckin' way," he growls against her throat, sliding his arm around her waist and grasping a handful of ass.

"Gil," she attempts to sound scolding but he hoists her up in his arms and twists them backwards onto the bed. "This is a very important - ah! - meeting."

It's damn important, and he's already late to be early and have the upper hand in negotiating his terms, now. So, instead, he's going to keep kissing his girlfriend. He tangles their tongues and lays himself over her.

"You should go," she urges him again, although her nails are dug into his shoulders from behind as she wraps her legs around him.

"Like hell," he snarls, lining himself up with her in record time. He pushes in with practised and mastered patience though. "This was your plan to seduce me?"

"It seems to have worked," she grins at him as well, although her breathing becomes thinner as he pushes into her completely. Her hips raise off the bed to meet his.

"I keep telling you," he rumbles against the hollow of her throat, fucking her like a beast following a base desire. His hips do all the thinking for him. "You've been doing that for years."

"Hm," Thena purrs, and he can practically feel it ripple through him. "So I could have just gone into your office and asked you to take me on your desk?"

Gil grunts, picking up speed at the tantalising mental image. Thena really has a thing for enticing him into illicit activities in the office. "A man can dream, Thena."

"I would have," she huffs at him, although both of them are panting for breath, "if I thought it would work."

He growls, letting it reverberate into her as their lips smash together. "You had me the first time you ever wore that skirt with the cardigan I like."

He does love that particular outfit, and there's something particularly endearing - almost wholesome - about him being so seduced by a cardigan sweater and a skirt that extended past her knees.

"I would have walked in," she continues to tease him as he works them towards conclusion. She digs her nails into him more, "bent over and let you guess if I'm wearing panties or not."

"Fuck!" Gil pulls one of her legs up so he can hold it against his chest as he pounds into her, "don't say shit you don't mean, baby!"

"Gil!" she whines in response, their hips slapping together loudly and sloppily. "Fuck, right there, yes!"

"Shit honey," Gil grits his teeth. "You're gonna do that."

"Oh, rea--Gil!" Thena throws her head back as she comes first, her hips rising and swivelling in the air as they ground together.

Gil holds her thigh tight, grinding his hips against hers at a twisted angle. Their hair meets, he can feel the softness of her skin. He can see a very gratuitous angle of her breasts as well as where they're joined. It makes him want to beat on his chest like a caveman.

Thena groans as he lets her leg down, lying limply in the mess of their bed. "Well, now you're unforgivably late."

Gil lets out a loud belly laugh, and it drags her into laughing with him too. He flops into bed next to her, his shirt completely damp and still hanging out of his suit pants fly. "Honey, you knew I wasn't going to make that meeting as soon as you came in here."

Thena also laughs in their ecstasy, lying on her back with him, their heads close enough to hear each other's breathing. "Well, perhaps you shouldn't relegate fucking me in importance."

"Hey," he rolls over to give her a quick kiss, "nothing is more important than making love to you."

Thena sighs into the kiss, even following his lips as he pulls himself up, "oh, really?"

"Yep," he grins. She glares as him as he reaches for his trousers zip but all he does is shimmy out of them completely. "I'll tell 'em an emergency came up. Apparently I have to pamper my partner a little more."

"Hm," she raises a brow as he tosses aside his clothes in a rush like a horny frat boy. But she receives him with just as much glee as he throws himself into her breasts.

"I told you," he presses right into the valley of her cleavage. "Nothing more important."

#Thenamesh 18+#Thenamesh Receptionist AU #you know the drill #don't open this up unless you're ready to explain yourself #these two are ready to turn love making into a competitive sport #Thena knows what she's doing #she washes she rinses she repeats #she moisturizes #on damp skin because that's better for it?#she walks in knowing that Gi is easy #she has a swing in her hips and she looks at him like #have a good day dear :)#Gil: holy jesus fucking chr #Thena does not like being interrupted #she has been thinking about last time forever now #and she's far from done I'm sure #she will remind him of this for forever

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fishsticksloser · 1 year

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Sleigh Ride

Warnings: danger, a child, talk of maybe more kids?

A/N: Writing these, I’ve realized I’ve never done over half of them :( Bong-Cha is 5, she's featured in another drabble from a few years ago. aibnatu -> daughter in Arabic, gongjunim-> princess in korean

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Saeyoung ran ahead of you, laughing like a maniac, the sled over his head. A decent amount of snow covered the ground, Saeyoung was ready to sled. It was all he had been talking about for the past few days.

"Are you excited, aibnatu!" He looks back at your daughter, Bong-Cha. She squealed and raced after him, she was pretty fast for a 5 year old.

The 2 of them were a force to be reckoned with together. Bong-Cha was so much like Saeyoung it was a little frightening. When she was still really young, Saeyoung worried about being a good dad and husband. But now he embraced his new life completely. By now Bong-Cha was learning 3 languages on top of Korean thanks to Saeyoung.

"Look! Look!" You hear Bong-Cha call out to you. You watch as she and your husband slid down the snowy hill, both of them screaming.

You all slid down the hill, taking turns. When Bong-Cha got too cold, you headed inside.

"That was fun!" Bong-Cha beams. "Can we go again?"

"Maybe tomorrow, gongjunim." You chuckled, pulling your daughter closer to warm her up.

Saeyoung brought out hot cocoa. Bong-Cha sipped happily, snuggled between you and Saeyoung.

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"Hmm..." Saeyoung hums, taking a drink of his wine. Bong-Cha was out to bed a few hours ago. "What if we had another kid?"

"You want another?" You ask. He squeezes you.

"Yeah." He shrugged. "Bong-Cha is exactly like me, so we have to have one like you to balance everything out. Our house is a little too chaotic."

"You're the one that started it." You laughed. He laughed too, kissing your cheek. "But I could possibly do one more."

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sillytaetime · 2 years

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Jungkook Fluff A-Z

UGHH he’s so rude😩

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A= Attractive (what do they find attractive about the other?)

if I’m being fully honest, Kookie loves your butt. Not just in a sexual way. Like, when you two are out in public, he might often put his hand there just so everyone who walks past knows your his.

B= Babies (do they want a family? why or why not?)

Jungkook would like 1 or 2 kids, maybe 3. He doesn’t want to have so many kids that it’s hard to maintain a nice household. He wants you to be able to stay alone with them if he’s on tour (or the other way around if you work night shifts).

C= Cuddles (how do they cuddle?)

He’s a cuddle bunny. He likes being the big spoon when you guys are watching a movie, but if you guys are going to sleep or having a conversation, he’d like to face each other of have you on his side while he’s on his back.

D= Dates (what are dates with him like?)

Jungkook likes night dates. Like, running to the convenience store to get your favorite snacks to watch a movie or going on late night walks in the park (or if you live near a beach, long night walks on the beach.) These dates happen often just so you two can spend time together when he maybe can’t see you during the day because of his schedule :(

E= Everything; you are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world.. etc.)

You are my center.

F= Feelings (when did he know he was in love?)

He knew he was in love when you beat him in video games on your 5th date. He was actually trying to win but he saw your little smile and got distracted by your beauty. and then boom. You won and he wasn’t mad because all he could think about was how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you :)

G= Gentle (are they gentle? if so, how?)

Definitely NOT gentle. Your tough enough. He definitely doesn’t treat you like glass. He might not be as rough as he is with Jimin, but he won’t treat you like glass.

H= Hold hands (how does he hold hands/ how much? does he like it?)

Like i said previously, he much prefers to have his hands on your butt, but in front of your family? he settles for hand holding because he doesn’t want to put that impression on your dad (especially if he has a plan on marrying you anytime soon).

I= Impression (his/your first impression/s)

He thought you had the features of a princess and he thought you would never notice him, but you did. (Like, who doesn’t know who he is?)

J= Joker (is he into pulling pranks?)

Just because you’re his gf, doesn’t mean that he won’t prank you. you get pranked at least once a day, but the night dates with him always makeup for any previous pranks. (He’s still a sweetie at heart)

K= Kisses (how does he kiss?)

Sweet little pecks throughout the day as he sees you.

L= Little things (what little things does he love/notice?)

He loves when you nuzzle into his chest when you cuddle. He first noticed it one day after you beat him in video games and after he realized he fell in love, this made him fall more in love.

M= Memory (his favorite memory with you)

His favorite memory was when he saw how you act with little kids. he loved how good you were with them, and he could play hide and seek with you and whoever’s kids you were playing with. He smiles every time he thinks of that moment.

N= Nickel (does he spoil you?)

He spoils you with love. I don’t think he buys you much because what matters to him is quality time and with the very little quality time he gets, it means more to be with him than a gift could ever mean.

O= Orange (what color reminds him of you?)

Red reminds him of you because the color often represents passion, and he always notices how much passion you put into everything you do. which again, makes him fall in love. (Can we just appreciate how in love he is with you?)

P= Pet names (what pet names does he use for you?)

Baby (mutual); Kookie (you to him); Yeobo (meaning darling; him to you); and finally, gongjunim (meaning princess; him to you).

Q= Questions (what questions is he always asking you?)

He’s always asking you if you’re eating and sleeping enough. Baby worries too much.

R= Remember (his favorite memory of you?)

If I’m being honest, he has no favorite memory of you. He loves them all.

S= Sad (how does he cheer you up?)

Cuddling, Netflix, and you’re favorite snacks. He might also let you have some of his banana milk (maybe)

T= Talking (what do you guys talk about)

Everything and anything. Sometimes conversations can get weird (and the guys make fun of you two for it) but the conversations are meaningful and you both cherish those weird moments forever.

U= Universe; use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g. he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

This relationship is my compass, it shows me where to go.

V= Very ____; their thoughts about each other (e.g. she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying etc.)

He's very charming

She's very mean (in a joking way)

W= Why (reasons why he loves you)

There is no specific reason. He loves everything about you.

X= Xylophone (what’s your song?)

Purpose by Justin Bieber.

Y= You are the ____ to my ____ (e.g. you are the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You are the banana to my milk.

Z= Zebra (what pet would you two adopt together?)

He's already got a dog so you guys would just take care of his dog and be like a small family. Yk, Bom being your child and you and jk the parents.

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dari-ede · 1 year

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Seven Times I Hated Kim Seokjin: Ch 6

Chapter 6: "Ain't Easy Tryna Stay In Love"

Chapters : 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05(M) | 06(M) | 07

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Summary: I was living a perfectly, normal, mundane life.... So why in the HELL did Kim Seokjin walk into it and ruin it all for me???

Pairing: Idol!Jin x Female Reader

Rating: M (language and sexual explicit scenes)

Status: Complete

Note: I briefly considered cutting this chapter in half due to its length, but I want to keep this story as 7 chapters. Not to mention that this entire chapter follows one theme; makes no sense in cutting in half.

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Before our one-year anniversary, Seokjin had bought himself a house. In the beginning, he spent half of his time at his house and the other in the dorms with the guys.

I mostly came over on the weekends, which was when he stayed at his own place. Time at my place became almost non-existent. It was mainly because his complex had security. He no longer had to disguise himself because we worried about neighbors catching him.

By our second year, I was fully moved in.

"I got that, gongjunim," Jin said to me as he saw me struggling with one of my heavy boxes.

He was on my side, taking the box from my arms in a flash.

I thanked him, looking around to see what I could take care of since Jin seemed to be handling the heavy lifting.

That's when I noticed it. "Seokjinah! The door!" I rushed over to the entrance and closed the door Jin had left open. I began to look around frantically.

Seokjin looked a bit lost at my reaction. "What?"

I sent him a glare. "Gukmul is out here."

He shook his head as he began to look around. "No, he's in his room."

"Remember when I said that I opened it and he came running out? I couldn't find him." I looked frantically around, trying to make sure that the sugar glider had in fact not left the building. God, if we lost him, I would never forgive myself.

In the background, I heard Jin call out for Gukmul as well. For what seemed forever, we looked everywhere. I was ready to go into the hall and start knocking on neighbors' doors.

Thankfully, Seokjin called out my name from one of the rooms. He had found the little gliding possum and put him back in his habitat.

I was more than relieved. That little guy meant too much to me. He was my sense of comfort and company while Jin was gone. After losing our two other gliders, I don't think my heart could take it if something happened to Gukmul.

"He's ok," Jin assured me, kissing my head.

I let out a sigh, allowing myself to relax.

Suddenly, his phone went off. He looked down, noticed the caller ID, and then gave me a knowing look. I knew it all too well. I gave him a nod, leaving him to privacy. It was work.

I went into the living room and continued to unpack. Every once in a while, I caught myself looking down the hall to ensure that Gukmul's room remained closed.

After several, long minutes, Seokjin finally arrived back.

"What was that about?" I asked. It was rare when he got a phone call from work after hours. Usually, he was sent a message.

He gave a light shrug as if the call was no big deal. "Some stuff got moved around. Plus, a lot of our American promotions are about to start and they submitted their questions. Looks like they're all interested in asking about mandatory enlistment."

I became a little quiet, noticing how Seokjin was not making any eye contact. It was a topic we mostly avoided. Every time it would come up, we spoke about it as if it was far in the future and not something to worry about now.

However, we were both adults. We were living together now. We needed to start having conversations that might be a bit uncomfortable.

"You know, we never really discuss it," I started.

He turned to me, looking a bit hesitant and worried, but he kept quiet.

"What are your plans?" I asked, looking him straight in the eye. I needed to show that I wasn't scared of his answer, whatever it was.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, you have a couple of years before you have to enlist. Do you have a thought as to when you plan on doing it?"

He took a breath and seemed to think about his words before speaking. "Well, the team thinks it's best if we just wait it out. Best not to rush it. When it happens, it'll happen." He gave me a small smile, thinking that would be the end of the conversation.

I frowned at his response, though. "Well, what do you want?"

His brows knitted. "What do you mean?"

"Well, what do you want? It will be you signing up."

"I want what's best for the team," he said almost intuitively.

There was a slight sense of irritation within me. I wasn't sure the reason for it. I wanted to press him further on this, but I also felt I didn't want to get into an argument.

It had been a long weekend of moving. Plus, I was hungry. Maybe I was feeling crabby and wanted to just start a fight--something I tended to do whenever I got too stressed. I was trying to get better at it. Seokjin and I rarely fought, but the few times we did, it was mostly because I was stressed about something at work.

I gave him a nod, accepting his answer and I went back to unpacking. Seokjin went into the kitchen, I figured so he could organize it.

A few moments later, I felt him come beside me. He placed something to my left, gave me a kiss on my cheek, and went back to the kitchen.

I looked down, finding a good-looking sandwich and a glass of orange juice. I felt my heart expand.

***********

At first, I had to admit that I was a little worried we would run into some problems living together. But I was proven wrong every day. Living with Sokjin was easier than breathing. Sure, there were some bumps on the road but nothing we couldn't handle. Our biggest problems were mostly external. Usually, it was our jobs that brought us the most stress. As Seokjin's world popularity with the group expanded more than anyone could have imagined, I kept climbing the ladder in my company. Every promotion I applied for, I was given. And just like before, with the pay raise came more responsibilities and time at the office. Not to mention that the pandemic hit in our first year of living together. It was added pressure for work-related purposes but didn't cause us any strife in our relationship.

Despite our busy schedules and, at times, being in different time zones, we made it work. Because I had my eye on a high position in my company, I took on more projects. Of course, Seokjin was nothing but supportive. He encouraged me to take chances, even if it meant the position I had my eye on would take time away from him. Honestly, I loved the man more every day.

My favorite moments with him were the rare mornings we spent together.

I would usually be the one who made breakfast, allowing him to sleep in as late as he wanted to. Not that he would wake up late, anyway. Usually, he was up by mid-morning.

After eating, we would have a lazy morning in front of our flat screen, sitting in our favorite spot on our couch. Sometimes we would watch a movie and at times we would skim the channels until we found something.

He would recline back as I sat in front of him, his arms and sometimes legs wrapped around me from behind. His head usually was placed at the crook of my neck. To anyone looking at us, one might think Seokjin was an octopus trying to strangle me with every one of his limbs. To me, he felt perfect.

Today, I was skimming the channels until something caught my eye. It was the news. Normally, we avoided all news on mornings like these. We liked to ensure we had happy mornings. But the headline possessed me.

It was a man discussing the possibility of a new law passing that would allow idols to defer their military service until they were 30. Jin was only a few months shy of turning 28, the required age for all able-bodied men to enlist and report to duty.

It was a topic that was still avoided in our house. As much as I needed to discuss it, Jin gave very vague answers, never giving a straight answer. I usually accepted it, but there was something about today that made me want to not avoid it. Maybe it was because he was so close to reaching 30.

"Seokjinah," I said.

"Hmmm," he responded, squeezing me a little to let me know he was alert. Sometimes he would take small naps while he wrapped around me. The squeeze was the signal we had silently and jointly created to let me know he was fully alert.

"I hate to ruin our morning…."

"Then don't…." he mumbled, but followed it up with a light chuckle, letting me he was only teasing. He kissed the side of my forehead. "What is it, gongjunim?" he asked sweetly.

After years together, the endearment still warmed my heart. "Any idea what your plans will be if this new law passes?"

He took a breath. "The team is wanting to wait."

"But your birthday is only months away…. Have you thought of any possibilities?" I push away from him, turning my body towards his, so we could be face to face.

He was trying to keep his face straight and was controlling his emotions. "Well, if the law doesn't pass, then I will be reporting. There's nothing I can do about that."

"But what about if the law does pass?" I pressed again.

"Well, it's been discussed that if it does pass, I'll put in my deferment."

I waited a little, letting the information settle. "Is that what you want?"

"I want what's best for the team," he said. Automatically. Intuitively.

Something inside me churned, and not in a good way. I gave a small nod and turned away from him.

For a long moment, I didn't say anything. I kept my eyes on the television, looking at it but having no idea what I was watching. I did my best to not feel hurt. But it was so hard not to.

I always found it sweet how much Jin loved his members. How much his fans meant to him. I never doubted his love for me. Never doubted how important I was to him. I knew my role in his life and was confident in it. However, there were a few instances where it felt like I was taking a backseat in his life. Instead of being in the passenger seat.

Would the guys always be in the forefront, helping guide him?

I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt warm fingers against my cheek.

"What's wrong?" I heard him ask, his voice full of concern.

That's when I felt the wetness on my face. I had been crying. I sniffed and wiped some of the tears. "What about me?" I forced myself to ask.

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"Where do I fit into your decisions?" I did my best not to let my emotions take over. I needed to have a sound mind so he could understand.

His face didn't straighten, he still didn't understand my sadness. "You're always part of my decisions."

"When?" I challenged. "I'm certainly not in this one."

He shook his head, denying the accusation. "If I have to leave by this December, everything will be taken care of. While I'm gone, I'll make sure your name is left on everything I'm leaving behind. People will think you might be a staff member looking after my property. You won't have to deal with any legal issues."

He didn't hesitate in his answer, which proved he had planned this out. "Where was I in any of this planning?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"I just figured you would trust I would take care of things. Did you really think I would leave you high and dry?" He looked a little hurt by this.

I refused to feel bad for him, though. I had my own hurt to think of. "How am I supposed to think that? We never talk about it. And whenever we do, your response is the same: what's best for the team. And that hurts to hear," I say that last part in a small voice because I feel my throat close up. Tears have started to form.

I wanted to keep cool, but as the words come out of my mouth, my emotions took over.

His hands were on my face again. "Gongjunim." I felt his lips on me, soothing me. His plump lips landed gently on me.

With his soft touch, he managed to calm me.

Once I was fully settled, he cradled my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. "There is no one I love more in this world than you. You mean everything to me. At the very top of my list of most important people is you. The guys, the team, and even the fans hold a place in my heart, but nowhere near how much you take up." He kissed me once again as if sealing his promise. "I'm sorry I failed at making you feel like you truly are my most prized treasure."

There was a crack in his voice and his face faltered when he said this.

I reached his face. "I don't doubt your love. But there are times I doubt my value. If you can't discuss everything and anything with me, what's the point of me? I know the importance of the guys and I don't ever want to take their place or mean more than them to you, but I want to be let in on the decision-making. It's not that I want a say; I just want you to talk to me."

"I hate talking to you about this because I hate making you worry," he explained. "To be honest, even with the team and the guys, we don't talk too much about it. We don't like discussing it either."

"Well, I want to talk to you about it. However uncomfortable something might be, I don't want those walls."

He nodded, understanding. "I promise to not keep this away from you again."

I reached over, taking his lips in mine.

**********

He kept his promise. Whenever the subject of his future service was brought up at work, Seokjinie reported back to me. The closer December came, the higher my anxiety and worry became. If the law didn't pass, he would be leaving sometime the following year. It started to feel more real.

I didn't realize how bad my anxiety was until the morning when the law was made official: idols could defer until they turned 30.

Seokjin was quick to let me know what the plan was within a day of the announcement.

"We're going to submit the paperwork to defer for two years," he said as we were getting ready for bed.

He had a long day, as I had. Normally, we liked to hang out in the living room for a while before turning in for bed, but today we opted to just head straight to bed.

"Two years?" I asked, applying lotion to my legs. I had just finished showering and had changed into my pajamas.

"Yeah, we're not planning on it being that long, but just to make things easier." He went on to explain in detail what he, the members, and the team had planned for 2021.

As I listened, I recognized its brilliance.

"If that doesn't work out and the law does not change, then I will be withdrawing the deferment in the summer of 2022. That way, we dedicate all of 2021 to the fans and our family. There will be a lot of time off, which means we can have a year similar to this one." He took hold of my left hand and brought it to his lips, focusing more on my ring finger.

Marriage was not a topic we shied away from. Quite the opposite, we spoke constantly and openly of our future together. He wanted to give me a huge wedding, but I wanted a smaller one. One in which only our loved ones were present. One with no crew, and no equipment. Just us and the ones who mattered most.

While 2020 had been devastating to the entire world, there had been a few good things that came out of it. One of those good things was the amount of time I managed to have Seokjin. I now mostly worked remotely and Seokjin hardly traveled anymore. It was rare when we didn't share at least one meal together every day. There were many couples we knew that the pandemic managed to break up, but the lockdown affected us differently. It only brought us closer.

I very much would love to have another year with Seokjin almost never leaving home, but that only meant the inevitable was being postponed. It was either going to hurt now or later. Was it best if he pushed it back? Would it hurt more later? But, dammit, I was selfish. I did want him to stay longer. I wanted more nights with him. More cuddles in the morning. More lunchtimes when I would randomly pop up at his building and hang out with him for the entire time. Until this year, I had never been able to do that. Hell, due to my long hours in the office, I hardly visited him at work anymore. This year allowed us to recreate the first year of our romance.

Seokjin must have heard my many thoughts and worries. He leaned in, catching my lips and making my worries float away.

**************

One Year Later...

"Thank you for dinner," I said to him after taking my last bite.

Due to my hybrid-style work schedule, I was usually the one cooking more lately. However, today I arrived home from work with Seokjin already there. A pleasant surprise since I was expecting him late at night. He insisted on planning dinner for me, which I happily welcomed.

I didn't want to push it, but I knew there had to be a reason why he was doing it. He was buttering me up for something. While he was always sweet and caring and romantic, today he went over the top. He cooked my favorite dish and had taken out my favorite bottle of wine. Not to mention ordering from my favorite dessert place. It was all classic signs: he had news for me that I may not enjoy. I stayed quiet about it, though, letting him go at his own pace.

He took our dishes, pecked my head, and took them to the sink. "Want dessert?"

"No. I want to wait a while. Let the food settle first," I said, taking a sip from my wine.

He was quick at washing the dishes. After he was done, he came back to sit next to me. "I have a bit of news, gongjunim," he said gently.

I said nothing but gave him my full attention.

Taking my hand in his, he began to speak. "As you know, the team has been discussing what next year's plans are. We have everything scheduled until the album comes out. There's a plan put in place and I have told them my plans for next year."

I nodded but still said nothing. I had a feeling I knew what this was going to be about. My stomach clenched a bit as if preparing itself.

He took a breath. "I've told the team that I want to withdraw my military deferment sometime in the summer." He kept his eyes on mine, blinking a couple of times.

Different emotions began to run through me, my stomach responding to them by churning. I did my best to suppress them. In front of him, I needed to keep it together. He was holding it together for me; I needed to do the same for him. I took a deep breath of my own. "Ok."

His thumb stroked the back of my hand. "I figure after the album comes out and we do a bit of promotion, we could dedicate some private time to us."

I gave another nod. So many emotions wanted to come out, but I held back.

We were getting closer to the summer and the reality of that was really hitting me.

He leans in, pressing kisses along my face.

I wanted to cry so much, but I fought them off. As Seokjin continued to kiss me, lust lingered in the bottom of my stomach. I honed in on that one emotion and allowed it to rise above the others.

Taking his face into my hands, I held his gorgeous face and captured his plump lips with mine. Opening my mouth against his, I deepened the kiss. I found myself pushing off my chair and climbing onto his lap.

His fingers wrapped around the back of my neck as he slipped his tongue between my lips.

I let out a moan, grinding on his thigh.

His other hand squeezed one of my hips. A moan came out of his lips as I ground harder.

It didn't take long for him to put me on display on top of the table; my top off and my bra gone. His lips were wrapped around my nipple, sucking gently as one of his palms squeezed my other breast.

I pulled at his shirt, making his toned abs clearly visible. God, he was physically hot. I found it cute that he was so publicly shy about showing it off, but when we were alone, he was fully comfortable. I felt my panties getting wet as I stared down at his bare back, his well-defined muscles moving as he explored my chest and stomach.

Even after all our years together, I maintained a very average figure. I had lost a bit of weight since our relationship started, but the gym was just not for me. Not to mention my love for food beat out my care for being skinny. I also quickly discovered early in our relationship that Seokjin loved my body as it was. He had actually mentioned several times how he loved having some meat to hold onto as he rammed into me. Hearing that bit of information always sounded fucking hot to me.

His body went down on mine, hot kisses trailing all the way down to my navel. He tugged off my pants and panties quickly, wasting no time to take my pussy into his thick lips.

My hips arched up at his touch, a deep moan coming out of me. I called out his name when I felt his tongue enter me.

"How do you always taste so sweet?" he asked in between slurps.

A fingertip lingered at my entrance. I writhed underneath him, my legs wrapping themselves on his broad shoulders. "Please."

"Tell me," he mumbled. The tip of his finger went slightly in, but he still kept it mostly out.

"Inside," I let out, gripping his hair now, pushing his face more into my core. I wanted him to suffocate in there.

He knows me so well. He let out a low chuckle as he let me push his face further into me. His finger slid in with no resistance; I was far too soaked.

It was one of my favorite things he does to me. His fingers are curved in such a way that he hits angles inside me without really trying. His fingertips especially only need to tilt a little to have me shivering underneath me.

And that's how he had me in less than a minute. My legs were shaking and my walls were squeezing around his single digit. "Not yet, jagiya." He was getting me so close to coming, I was sure of it. And I wanted it to last.

"Let's see how many we can get out of you tonight," he let out, his eyes digging into mine.

He looked so untamed between my thighs. His hair was a mess, his face was flushed, and his mouth was covered in my juices. The look in his eyes told me he had made up his mind. He was going to do whatever with my body and he would do everything in his lustful power to make me comply.

The last time he had this look about him, we didn't get out of bed for close to two days. Our bedroom was a mess. I swear COVID days had turned him feral. Not that I had any complaints. I might have been beyond exhausted by all the lovemaking, but fuck I didn't admit I instantly got wet thinking about it.

Reliving that experience always gave me a nervous thrill. My logical brain didn't think it could handle it. But my body always managed to win over.

"You're gonna be the end of me," I said to him, feeling myself give in to his touch.

His mouth tugged up into a devilish grin. Without another word, he dove in and pushed in several digits inside me.

A wail full of arousal came out of me as my walls tightened around his splendid fingers.

*****************

In the months that followed, Seokjin and I seemed to be going at it like rabbits. It felt as if we were in the first year of our relationship rather than getting closer to our fifth year. At first, I thought it was mostly me initiating the sex due to my need of wanting to take full advantage of every moment I had with him, but at times when I wouldn't initiate it, Seokjin had his hands all over me. I imagined he was thinking the same as me. Summer kept getting closer.

Thankfully, other than preparing for the concerts and his month away in the States, Seokjin's schedule was pretty free. We had plenty of time to spend together.

Shortly before they left for their time in the States, one morning Jin received a message regarding an unexpected meeting they would be having with their managers later that day.

I had made us a light breakfast. We were both early birds, so we still managed to have a morning all to ourselves before he had to take off.

After we were done eating, we cuddled on the couch and watched one of our favorite cooking shows.

"Any idea what the meeting is going to be about?" I asked, curiously.

"All I know is that it will have to do with the Expo in 2030. We think they want to involve us in the bid. Probably give a small performance. We might have to record something," Jin said casually. His attention was more on the screen.

Instinctively, I got a little worried. "When would that take place? You guys have so much scheduled all of May. You only have a little bit of time off in April after the concerts."

"I'm sure we'll be able to squeeze it in." He kissed my head. "Don't worry. July is still going to be only ours," he promised, giving me a smile.

His words were all I needed to calm down. I stretched my neck and caught his lips with mine.

We continued to watch the show in front of us but a little later, my eyes scanned the room and they landed on the clock. I let out a groan.

"What?" he asked, his thick lips lingering around my throat, placing hot pecks.

"Your car is going to get here in an hour." I pressed back against him, loving how great he felt around me.

As I felt his breath skim over my shoulder, his fingers slid under my shirt. Well, it was actually his shirt I was wearing. But regardless, his fingers were being naughty. "Seokjinah," I warned, not being able to hold back my smile.

"Hmmm?" he hummed as his lips pressed to my warm skin.

"We don't have time," I giggled as he kissed a sensitive spot.

His fingers found one of my breasts and he squeezed. "I can get us there fast."

I giggled again at his mischievous behavior. "Seokjinssi."

His other hand started to make its way into the front of my pants. "Give me ten minutes. Max. That's enough for two rounds."

"Two rounds?" I asked, incredulously. "I am not some porn star, you know."

"The way you rode me the other night could have fooled me," he whispered into my ear. His voice was low and husky. And the way his fingers made it under my panties right at that moment and slid between my bottom lips sent a quiver down my legs.

A flash of our recent lovemaking came to mind. He wasn't wrong. I had been possessed.

I didn't further protest as his finger entered me. The position we were in allowed him to hit my sweet spot rather quickly. My hand took hold of his pants and I gripped them tightly. I breathed out his name.

His nose and lips skimmed her skin and hair. Though his touches were light, they were enough to spread a powerful heat along my body.

"How about it, gongjunim? You think you can go two rounds with me?" his deep and husky voice traveled up my neck and hit my eardrums.

I couldn't think clearly, though. The tone of his voice and the way his fingers were working my pussy were distracting me, making my head foggy.

Not sure when it occurred, but my pajama pants were pushed down, along with my panties, allowing Seokjin's fingers to work inside me easier.

My hips rotated, allowing my ass to rub against his bulge. The feeling of his clothed member pressed against me made me moan deeper.

His finger pinched my nipple as his fingers went in and out of me in a faster and rougher pace.

This only made me rub against him harder.

"Shit," he let out. He pushed my shirt up, his head digging in and mouthing my bra.

His hands were too busy, so I helped him out. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra.

Those beautiful, full lips were instantly around my nipple. His tongue ran circles around the bud as he sucked and pulled.

The sound of his slurps and my wet pussy quenching against his fingers started to push me over the cliff.

"Almost," I announced, grinding harder against him.

"I can feel it. Cum for me, beautiful." He purposefully made his slurps louder and his fingers became rougher, blasting the wet sounds in the room.

I was pushed closer, loving how beautiful our lovemaking sounded. And then I felt his thumb flick against my clit and I came fully undone. I called out to him as I reached the stars. My thighs clutched onto his hand, keeping him there as I rode out my orgasm.

However, I didn't have enough time to fully land back on earth before he bent over on the couch. The next time I felt was his large and engorged tip pressing onto my entrance. I only had enough time to take a breath before he pushed inside me.

I mewled underneath him. I was so grateful I was now fully on birth control. I loved not needing to think about it. It certainly made our lovemaking stress free.

I pushed back against him, wanting him to speed up. I felt my arousal come back in such a short time. Honestly, you would think I was some sort of horny teenager. How was I this wet again and ready to go so quickly?

He gripped my waist, took a good hold of my meat there, and slammed hard against me.

I fell down onto the cushions below me, losing my balance from his powerful thrust. Whimpers came out of me as he adjusted and pushed my thighs further apart. He settled down on me as his hips banged strongly against mine. He twisted his movements a little and hit a sweet spot inside me.

"Oh, god," I moaned, feeling another orgasm approaching.

He pushed up, the angle now striking my g-spot with full force. "I want you shaking underneath me," he growled.

Seokjin had a kink in watching my body fully lose control. He loved to watch it spasm, which was why he took delight in giving me multiple orgasms. He liked to see the aftershocks.

I had a love-hate relationship with his kink. My body loved the action, but my brain hated not being in control. But I never regretted it. Quite the opposite, every time we did it, I secretly hoped for multiple orgasms--which he almost always gave.

One of his hands wiggled under my body and searched for my core. Once he found my clit, he stroked it.

"Seokjinaaaaaah," I whined, my legs coming up and wiggling under his powerful body.

His other hand pushed my waist down, holding me still as he applied all his weight there. "Come on." He encouraged me as he slammed in, his long cock coming in and out of me.

A few strokes later and I came undone. This time, he allowed me to stay in the stars. He joined me quickly after, his hips aligned with mine and his cum pumping into my walls.

My body shook underneath his. It curled in a little, needing to self-soothe.

His breath was on my neck, coming in pants. "I love you, gongjunim."

My pussy squeezed his beautiful cock. I turned and my eyes met his. I knew I looked like a mess. "I love you, jagiya."

He leaned in and kissed me lovingly.

*************

Every day was hard. With every day that passed, it got both easier and harder. The nerves were always there. He would be leaving soon. I had come to accept it and brace for it. It had taken a long time, but as he had told me over and over again, "The sooner I leave, the sooner I can come back to you."

He was busy again, but still never broke the first promise he made me. He never went more than 48 hours without contact. Hell, he actually never went more than 24 hours without reaching out to me. And even during his concerts, he ensured we didn't go longer than two weeks without seeing each other.

Every promise he made to me had never been broken.

"July is all ours," he would vow when I felt his schedule was too busy.

It was all I needed to calm down.

So, you can imagine how I felt that day when I arrived home early from work.

I was positive Jin hadn't heard the door announce my arrival. I heard voices coming from the living room. Taking off my shoes, I slowly made my way in. From the words I was catching, I knew this was a serious and private conversation. I didn't like being nosy, so I made my way to the spare bedroom, knowing Seokjin and our guest wouldn't have heard me.

Just as I took out my earphones so I could listen to music as they spoke, I recognized the voice of the guest. It was Namjoon. There were a few words he said that pulled me and caused me to eavesdrop.

"Last concert." "Our fans will be disappointed." "We need you." "It would only be a few months you would push it back."

Possessed, I felt my body moving closer in so I could have a clearer listen.

Seokjin's voice came. "I have postponed this multiple times. You don't understand the pain it causes every time this subject is brought up. For so long, I couldn't give her a direct answer. I finally gave her a definite date. I can't keep doing this to her," his words were tight and controlled. But there was an almost lethal tone to them. I had heard it from him before but it was so seldom and never directed to any of his members.

"I know, hyung. But this is our last time. We didn't get to have this full experience in February. We've been given another chance," Namjoon sounded desperate.

"It's always something. First, it was the world tour, which didn't happen. Then it was the GRAMMYs. Then it was the concerts. Then the GRAMMYs again. Then it was the album. It's never-ending."

Namjoon agreed. "I know, I know. But we mean it this time. This will be it."

There was a long pause.

My heart stopped beating. My breathing paused. Desperately, I waited.

I wasn't completely sure what they were talking about, but I knew it wasn't good. It sounded like his deferment was going to stay intact another while longer. More months of waiting. More months with my worry. But my heart screamed at me. Seokjin promised. He always keeps his promises. But still, I was frozen and I waited.

Seokjin finally spoke. "This will be the last time you ask this of me, Namjoonah."

The feeling of a thousand knives dug into my chest and heart.

Then, with a small voice, Namjoon finally responded. "Yes, hyung."

It was an odd tone to hear from Namjoon. As the leader of the group, he never appeared submissive. He wasn't authoritative, but he certainly wasn't one to bend over and take it.

I might have felt concerned for his feelings if my own heart wasn't shattering at the moment.

There was a shuffling noise. Steps.

Closer.

"Noona," came Namjoon's voice. He was in front of me, in the hall. I was still inside the guest bedroom.

I'm not sure how I looked, but his entire face almost came undone. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here." He turned, probably towards Jin. Then turned back to me. He gave a most polite and respectful farewell. "Stay in good health, noona," he said and then made his way out.

I still couldn't move. I wanted to. Wanted to yell and Jin and demand answers.

Then, he was in front of me.

"Gongjunim." Seokjin's voice was full of nervousness and slight fear. "When did you get home?"

And then I came undone. I felt the tears start coming down.

His arms were instantly around me. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry," he said over and over, desperately.

It seemed as if after all the years of holding it in, I finally cracked. I had respected his decision so many times. I kept it in every time I felt disappointed. Disappointed that he kept putting it off. I had been understanding. I had been patient.

But he had promised. He had fucking promised me!

As I cried on his shoulder, I felt his own sobs. "I'm sorry," he kept mumbling.

And I hated him.

Hated that he was an idol.

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NOTE: While the other chapters were a little more light and ended in a more "tongue in cheek" kind of way, I wanted a couple of these "Hates" to be more heavy and realistic.

While this chapter was a pretty long one, next one is VERY short and sweet.

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Stories From the Farm ✿ Chapter 9

╰a Poly!SVT kpop au

╰ feat. SVT, original female character

╰ mentions of zombie apocalypse, slice of life, ari and lee “never had a female friend in his life” jihoon are awkward

╰ index: - Gongjunim: 공주님, trans. princess - Halbi: 할비, trans. nickname, short for 할아버지

Ari sat on the couch, shoulders hunched and nose wrinkled.

“Just go outside,” she muttered. “The only thing you’ll be doing in here is staring at me on the couch.”

“You’ll need to get up eventually,” Joshua offered quietly.

“Yeah, and? Are you offering to help me pee?” she griped.

Ari was beyond irritated. Her ankle was swollen thick - a blooming blue blush already forming. The pain wasn’t enough that she considered it could be broken, but it was definitely twisted. Her wrist was only slightly better off, not yet bruised but definitely aching. There’s no way she’d be able to to the housework easily with half her limbs out of commission.

“You’ll need help getting around,” Joshua returned gently. “If you push yourself or put too much weight on it, you could make it worse.”

“Yeah, then you’ll really be in trouble,” Vernon continued.

She sighed irritably, throwing her head back to rest on the edge of the couch. Several of the other members were staring at her from the table, troubled looks on their faces. She blew a wayward hair from her eyelashes.

She knew they were right; she was intimately familiar with sprained ankles, in fact. That’s what annoyed her the most, because she knew what to expect: 2 to 4 weeks minimum of rest, having her leg kicked up on a pillow, and this time she wasn’t even sure she could spare ice to reduce the swelling. Sprained ankles were a pain in a half even when she didn’t have an entire house to clean, meals to make, laundry to do.

“I’ll just rest today and get back to it tomorrow,” she said at length. “It’ll be fine. There’s too much to do to just sit around.”

“You’ll do no such thing.”

Ari’s stomach sank. She knew that tone. Halbi only used that tone when he was about to put his foot down. “Halbi, please. There’s so much to do.”

“And we got plenty o’ hands to do it,” he waved toward the boys. “Boys can stay and help around the house till you’re better, and you’re gon’ sit right there and not run your mouth ‘bout it. That’s final. Won’t let you hurt yourself even more just cause you’re so damn stubborn.”

Ari very much wanted to run her mouth about it, but she bit her tongue. She knew they were right. If she overdid it and ended up with permanent damage in her foot - well, Vernon had already said it: she really would be in trouble.

“Fine,” she said through gritted teeth, folding her arms huffily. “Everyone go outside already. I didn’t decommission myself for nothing, and I want to pout in peace.”

- - -

“You really think she’ll be okay?” Chan asked, eyeing the house worriedly.

“She’ll be fine,” Jeonghan responded, throwing the ball up lightly and catching it again. “I think we should be more worried about her actually resting like she said.”

Seungcheol hummed. “That’s true. Haraboji is right; she’s so stubborn.”

“She seemed to listen pretty well to Haraboji, though,” Seokmin said, eyes wide. “She didn’t even try to argue with him just now.”

“I don’t think that really had anything to do with Haraboji,” Vernon said. “She knew we were right about her ankle. I think she just gave in for her own good.”

“Yah, Vernon, you never told us what happened in the shed anyway. How’d you get her to stop arguing and let you carry her?” Mingyu finished staking the net into the ground, leaning on the pole.

Vernon shrugged. “I just talked to her. I just tried to explain that we weren’t going to hurt them and she could trust us.”

“Do you think she’ll ever trust us?” Minghao asked. “I know we’re grateful and all, but it still feels weird staying in a house with someone who seems to…not like us very much.”

“Try not to take it personally,” Joshua offered, frowning slightly. “After everything Haraboji’s told us, I really do think she likes us. She’s just worried about letting strangers in. She’s a Carat, after all, so it’s not like she hates us?”

“Then why does she keep being so…?” Jihoon let the question hang.

“It’s only been like a week,” Vernon offered. “Maybe we just have to give her more time?”

They all nodded quietly.

“You don’t think her and Haraboji are hiding anything, do you?” Chan asked suddenly, in a small voice.

Joshua turned curiously. “Where did that come from?”

“I don’t know,” Chan returned slowly. “I just get the feeling they’re not telling us everything? I’ve been thinking about it. I mean, how does Ari fight them? And how is it that she apparently just wanders around the city collecting supplies?”

“Haraboji kept saying she had her own ways,” Seokmin offered. “Maybe she’s just really careful? I mean, she is pretty tiny. She might be good at hiding and sneaking around them.”

Something in Vernon’s mind was set aflame. After what he had just seen in the shed - “I tripped on some stupid fucking bottle or something” - sneaking didn’t seem like it would be Ari’s strong suit. She had even called herself clumsy. Was it a fluke? Was she just more lax here on the farm, where she felt she was safe, and had a rare accident? But Chan had a point: no matter how careful she was, Seoul was crawling with infected. There’s no way she wouldn’t have been seen even once, surely? So how did she still manage to get around and get all these supplies?

“You don’t think they’ve…killed anyone, do you?” Jun asked suddenly, eyes wide. “Maybe she’s not really going into the city. Maybe they take supplies from people who…come through the farm.”

“What? No, don’t be ridiculous.” Seungcheol shook his head. “After everything they’ve done for us, you can’t really think that? Don’t let your imagination get the best of you.”

“But,” Soonyoung started, “didn’t Haraboji threaten to use us to grow the potatoes that first day?”

“Yah, seriously,” Seungkwan said incredulously, “he was just saying that so we’d behave around Ari-ssi.”

“Even if they aren’t telling us everything,” Joshua said sternly, “I don’t think we should start thinking like this. Haven’t we done things we’d prefer not to in order to survive?” Everyone grew quiet. “Vernon’s right. It’s only been a week. We can’t expect them to tell us their whole life story after such a short time.”

“I don’t know,” Jun said, laughing quietly, “Haraboji seems very talkative.”

The others chuckled, but Seungcheol sighed. “Still, let’s just give it more time. I know she’s upset, but Ari-ssi being hurt means we get a little longer here. Just be polite, like we said the first day. Maybe we’ll get through to her eventually.”

- - -

“You gonna spy on ‘em all day?” Halbi asked, laughing as Ari shuffled down from where she had been stretched across the arm of the couch, neck craning to see outside.

“I got that stupid thing out so they could play. Why are they just standing around talking?” she groused.

“Ah, let ‘em relax. I keep tellin’ ya’. They’ve not had an easy time of it like we have here on the farm.” Halbi sat next to her with a grunt. “Speaking of that - how’re ya feelin’?” He eyed her seriously.

“My ankle’s messed up,” she deadpanned immediately, “not my brain. Things are fine.”

“Well, you just let me know,” Halbi said. “You need to rest or anything, we’ll bring ‘em right back inside so you can get some sleep. I know you want ‘em out soon as possible, but things can get on for a little longer. Nothing too pressing that can’t wait.”

Ari sighed. “You’re really set on dragging this out, aren’t you?”

“Gonna wear you down one way or another,” Halbi grinned. “You not thought about it at all?”

“Of course I’ve thought about it. At length. The answer is still no.”

“And why’s that?” Halbi asked gruffly. “Gimme one reason you think these boys ought to go back to fightin’ for their lives out there when they could stay and help us out ‘round here.”

Ari turned a stern glare toward him. “You know the reason.”

Halbi sighed. “Gongjunim, I’ve told ya’ a hundred times. The right people’ll understand. Even us old farts understood after a while. Them boys will, too. Ain’t you their carrot, after all?”

Ari breathed a soft laugh, shaking her head.

“We’re still good people.”

Vernon’s words echoed in the back of her mind. Of course she wanted to believe it, but even the best people can turn ugly when in the face of something unfamiliar, something that scares them. How could she ever predict how they would react when - if - they found out about her? She sighed, craning her neck again to catch a glimpse of them outside. They were finally playing, the ball flying through the air back and forth, shouts echoing in through the open windows. Laughing. Smiling. In only a few days, they were already a far cry from the exhausted individuals that had trekked mud into her entrance.

“Good people, huh?” she whispered to herself. “We’ll see…”

- - -

By the time the boys reentered the house, it was dusk.

She hobbled out of the bathroom on the lower level, using the wall for support. It was Jihoon she ran into on the way. He was breathless and grinning, until he saw her. When he did, he stopped short, eyes wide.

“Uh…hey.”

She blinked. “Hey.”

“I was just…” He trailed off and pointed lamely in the direction she’d just come from.

“The bathroom’s free if you need it,” she offered awkwardly. “I was just, um, going back to the living room.” She also pointed lamely in the direction from which he’d come. It was quiet between them for a long moment before she cleared her throat. “Anyway.”

She began to shuffle forward again, hopping on one foot. Just as she was about to pass him, he stopped her, placing a hand out just shy of her free arm. “Uh, do you…?” He cleared his throat, too. “Do you need help?”

Ari felt her ears heat. “No—I uh, I don’t wanna bother you if you have to,” she cleared her throat again, “I’m fine. I’m just gonna…” She pointed, once again, toward the living room and gave a tiny hop, watching him immediately withdraw his arm.

He nodded without another word, shuffling past her quickly and disappearing behind the bathroom door with a sharp snap. Shaking her head minutely, she rubbed at her ears, willing them to stop burning. “So awkward,” she whined under her breath, slowing making her way forward again.

Halbi had already started dinner, and the boys began helping him around the kitchen, talking animatedly. Joshua and Minghao were settled on the couch, talking amongst themselves.

Minghao noticed her first as she tottered out of the hallway, doing an awkward bounce to put as little pressure on her foot as possible now that she didn’t have the wall for stability. He stood quickly, moving to offer his arm without a word. Ari stood for a moment, considering rejecting the offer, but she resolved herself to his help, gently placing her hands on top of his arm for support as she hobbled forward. She could feel the whisper of pressure on her lower back from his other arm, ready to support her at any moment in case she stumbled. He led her to the couch, helping her sit softly and she sighed when she was finally down again.

“I forgot how much this sucks,” she pouted. On top of the dull pains she was feeling, hopping around seemed to use more of her energy than she expected. Even her trip to the bathroom had made her breathless.

“Just keep taking it easy,” Joshua offered. “It’ll heal with time.”

She continued to pout, knowing he was right but not enjoying that patience was her only option. Patience was not one of her strongest characteristics.

“Did you all at least have a good time?” she asked softly. “Outside?”

They both nodded. “It was the most fun we’ve had in a long time,” Joshua offered quietly.

“…Good.”

- - -

Dinner came and went, and the mood turned quiet as exhaustion swept over the boys after a long day outside. Some turned in early to the sound of evening rain, and when it came time for Ari to return to her room, it was Mingyu who insisted on helping her up the stairs.

“I could just carry you, you know,” he said as she gripped his forearm for support, hopping up one stair at a time.

“No thanks. I feel bad enough doing this.” She stifled a blush as much as she could, but her face still felt warm.

When they finally made it to her room, she could nearly feel her calf cramping. She sighed, making to push open the door.

“Thanks,” she muttered.

Mingyu acknowledged it with an offhanded hum. “I should be the one thanking you.” She looked at him and he continued, placing a warm hand on her arm and giving it a light squeeze. “Best birthday in years.”

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆

#seventeen #svt #seventeen series #seventeen story #seventeen imagine #i hope everyone's tagged ok!#they didn't work the first time so i had to try and fix them ;;

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ka-go-me · 2 years

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𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝕻𝖔𝖚𝖋

#{Mikos Wardrobe #Korea #Hanbok #Korean #gongjunim

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mrs-han · 1 year

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@mystikalini For you, dearest. Rest as the next phase of your life unfolds. It’s going to be beautiful. Trust me.

You bit your trembling lip and took a deep breath in. You had a lot to do. Tears had to wait until later in the night. But the pain in your heart outweighed the “comfort” you tried giving yourself.

The conversation you had with them played over and over, a broken record so deafening that you could feel all of your senses melting away.

It’s not fair. It’s not fair, it’s not fair.

What had you done wrong? What had you done but stay loyal, understanding, and kind?

“Jagi!” Zen’s exuberance, usually contagious, was suddenly annoying and unnecessary. “The shoot is in ten minutes! Are you ready to go?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but a strangled croak was the only sound you could make.

Zen’s face fell. The sparkle in his eye dimmed into one of deep concern. His smile turned into a deep frown, and his brows gradually turned downward. “Sweetie? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You tried to smile, but it came out crooked, reeking of misery. “Give me two minutes, I just need to fix my hair.”

“Wait, no.” He grabbed your wrist and, with ease and elegance, pulled you closer to himself. “No. Talk to me, tell me what’s going on.”

His voice, soft and intimate, made you bite your lip a little harder. “Zen —”

“I won’t let this go, you know.” Soft fingers brushed over your cheek and down your jawline.

You loved his hands. Warm, soft because of the endless moisturizing, and inviting. You felt his love through his touch alone.

“Please?” He begged gently, his other hand pressed against your cheek. “Please, please, please?”

You smiled. He pressed his lips to yours.

“I… I lost a friend,” you barely whispered. “Someone I knew and loved for… for years.”

Zen’s thumbs slowly stroked your cheeks. “I’m sorry, Jagi… I…”

“It isn’t what you think,” you spoke through tears. “They aren’t dead, they…”

What were they?

“Could you look at me?”

Zen’s encouraging tone helped you lift your eyes. Your tears, endless and suffocating, streamed onto his hands.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, crimson eyes locked on your face. “Do you want to talk about it?”

A sob escaped you. What could you say? Did any of it matter?

“I wish…” you shook your head. “I wish I could understand. What did I do…? What… what could I have done?”

Your poor boyfriend didn’t know the full situation, you knew that. The words you spoke must have sounded like blabber to him.

“You did everything.”

You scoffed. “Clearly, I didn’t. They’d still be my friend if I had done more, Zen.”

The tone of your voice — frustrated and full of despair — didn’t deter your boyfriend.

“Gongjunim, didn’t you stay up with them while they went through their stuff? You’d stay up all night for days at a time. I almost forgot what your body felt like.” He pouted, pecking your forehead.

“That’s what friends are supposed to do. They’re supposed to be there for each other, and I… what I did was the bare minimum.”

“… Sorry, what?”

His confused expression made you bite down a smile. “That’s what you’re supposed to do… right?”

Confusion turned into deep concern. “Jagi, if you’re sacrificing your health for someone else? No, it’s not what you’re supposed to do. Friend or not.” Realization dawned on him. “Damn it, you shared a bunch of your time with them. The video chats, the movie nights? I still don’t know how you two managed to do the movie nights, with the… anyway.”

You laughed, your tears an endless flow. His hands caught every last drop, fingers pushing the proof of your heartbreak away from your eyes so that you could see clearly.

So that you could see him clearly.

“… They’re the one who ended it, didn’t they?”

Tears blinded you once more. Your body wracked with sobs, and your head spun. Your knees buckled under the weight that sorrow brought upon your soul.

“Whoa, whoa… I have you. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Firm and steady, Zen held you up with no effort. As you continued to cry, he couldn’t help but feel an unbridled rage towards the one who inflicted such careless pain. He wanted to find them. Talk to… nah. Yell at them. Tell them just who they had given up, just who they had lost.

The enduring lamb who showed up for the shepherd and was ultimately slaughtered by them.

He cradled you close to his chest as you sobbed, both hands over your face. “Don’t hide from me,” he whispered, his hand over your wrists. “You don’t have anything to be ashamed of.”

You threw your head back against his shoulder, cheeks and nose a bright pink. Hands limp in your lap, you inhaled as best you could — and hiccuped.

Zen knew that he was a man of action. The more you cried, the more he wanted to fight on your behalf.

Instead of doing the reckless thing, he grabbed your slack hand and pressed his lips to your palm. “I love you, Jagiya. If I could take your pain away, I would do it and chuck it out into the sea. You didn’t deserve this.”

Your feeble fingers rubbed circles into his cheek.

“And you know what? You can rest in knowing that you did the best you could do.”

“It wasn’t enough —”

“Shh.” He pressed your finger to his lips. “Yes it was. Yes it was. And if they can’t see that, then I may as well throw them into the sea too.”

You choked a laugh. He dove in, lips pressed firm against yours. Brows set, he was determined to keep you warm and fed and… and loved.

#mystic messenger #hyun ryu #zen mystic messenger #you’ve been through a lot the past few days.#let the people who care for you take care of you.#it’s finally time for you to put yourself first.#you are so loved.#Charlie Puth always pulls through tho. 👏🏽#SoundCloud

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captain-mj · 5 months

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A korangi thing I’ve always wanted but never seen is Horangi just lifting up the hood and putting his head in there to kiss König, so both of their heads are under the hood.

Thought it could be funny/cute :)

Now that you mention it, I see art of this exact scene all the time but I've never seen?? writing for it?? So here ya go!

It's rather short, sorry :(

König was not in the best of moods. He couldn't help it, though he wasn't sure what upset him. His sleep was just fine. The last mission he had been on was a great success.

Horangi noticed and was glancing at him occasionally. His dark eyes immediately taking him and knowing something was wrong. He followed König around for a while, observing him.

König stopped what he was doing and turned around. "Horangi. Do you mind? I am very busy," a lie "and I don't like you stalking me."

Horangi moved closer, staring at him. Gently, he reached up and toyed with the edge of his hood. "König. I don't like when you're upset." He turned his eyes to him before narrowing them. "I also don't particularly like when you speak to me that way. Don't make a habit of it."

König had the good graces to be a tiny bit embarrassed. Horangi was just watching out for him. He went to apologize but Horangi grabbed his hood and yanked. König leaned forward, eyes widening.

Horangi lifted the hood up and, before König's face could be exposed to anyone else, he dropped the hood over the two of them. Their breath mingled. König's lips parted slightly and his eyes almost immediately closed.

Horangi got a good grip on his hair and kissed him sweetly.

König whimpered into his mouth and immediately felt embarrassed. That in no way stopped him from kissing back.

Horangi kissed him for a good long moment before yanking König's head back. "Feel better, gongjunim?"

"Ja..."

"Good." Horangi kissed his cheek. "Now, how busy did you see were?"

"Not at all. I'm not busy at all. What do you need?"

Horangi laughed. "Didn't think so. Now, if you want to go off and be grumpy somewhere, you most certainly can. Or we can go to the sniping range."

König nodded and trailed after him, grabbing his jacket as they walked.

#Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #cod #call of duty #Konig #König #Horangi #Körangi #König x Horangi #Horangi x König

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year

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Is it just me, or do the Korean words Ray uses to refer to Rika (‘savior’) as well as MC (‘princess’) … sound exactly alike? Not Korean but it has me wondering if he’s using either same/very similar words that get translated differently into English

Now, I'm no language expert and I'm not the best person to ask this question because I barely retain English which is the only language I am fluent in. Ray calls you 공주님, which is gongjunim, translated to Princess. He refers to Rika in the same manner, you're right. At least, as far as I can tell. I’ve tried to listen to his voice a few times but the words sound very alike so it’s hard to note if there’s a difference.

I've just assumed all this time he means it in terms of absolute power versus endearment.

Rika is the Queen of Paradise and he must follow her law. He needs to refer to her as such. But, at the same time, you're his prince/ss and he wants to whisk you away to a fairytale. So, it makes sense why he calls you that. There is a language usage barrier here so I don't know why he would use both in this case. I don't know the words for Queen or Savior, and I don't know how they decided to localize certain terms or phrases.

#ask #anon #mod kait #ray choi #saeran choi #choi saeran

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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@theshipper47 had this lovely idea and I had to ask you!

tyrant king/Ice Queen AU or secretary AU:

Gil is in prison and Thena needs to get him out 👀

Gil sits down heavily into the seat, hunching himself to lean against the counter as the guards watch them all. He picks up the phone receiver, "hey."

"Hey, Baby."

Gil smiles. Thena has never been one to go crazy with petnames or cutesy couple behaviour. But since he was apprehended by the Korean authorities on their way back to London, she hasn't missed an opportunity to make it clear that she's his partner. "They set a bail number, yet?"

Thena keeps the smile on her face. They're both sure that the guards know at least some of what they're saying in English, so they haven't taken any chances. "Not yet, Yeobo. I keep asking them, though."

What she means is they still don't have any evidence to convict him on anything serious, they just don't want him to slip out of their fingers again.

Gil sighs. He's tried telling her to go home without him--maybe try to make some progress from the English side of things. Even having him expedited from imprisonment in Korea to the UK would be an improvement. They're a little easier to bribe, he thinks.

"Hey," Thena gives him a softer smile this time, tilting her head in the way he thinks is really cute. She presses her hand to the reinforced glass between them, "I miss you."

He presses his hand as close to hers on the glass as possible. "Fuck I miss you, Naekkeo. Sleeping here fucking sucks."

She purses her lips, "I'm sure it's miserable. And just to be clear, sleeping at the airport hotel without you isn't what I'd call enjoyable."

He chuckles. That's more like his Thena--who would normally have a little bit of a tough time expressing how much she misses him, especially around other people. "I'll be with you soon, Gongjunim. If-"

"When," she corrects him freely, and has been doing so everyday when she's allowed to come and see him like this. She raises her brows, "they find out who is framing you for all this."

Gil grins at her. Thena worked for him long enough--she knows who to call, who to trust and who not to. She knows how to fake documents and which ones need to be legit. Hell, she worked for him so long he's still surprised she wasn't brought up in the 'embezzling' charges they had gotten him on.

But that just means that whoever blew the whistle on him was on a personal vendetta, not really out to destroy his 'shipping' business.

Apparently whoever it was didn't know - and still doesn't - what a force of nature his Thena is.

"My poor husband," Thena sighs both loudly and sweetly, putting an extra sweet note into her voice. She flutters her lashes and lets her hair slide off her shoulders, revealing just a little bit of cleavage under her cardigan. "Stuck in this awful place."

Gil raises an eyebrow, leaning closer in a somewhat vane attempt to block the guards' view of her. "Uh, baby?"

But she gives him another smile and taps the glass. It's morse code.

I'm going to pay one of them to give you something for me.

The little minx--his clever snowfox, more like. He snorts, forgoing the coded message and simply drawing a big heart on his side of the glass with his finger. "I know, it's awful. Wait for me?"

She tilts her head at him, "I won't be waiting long, since you'll be with me in no time."

He smiles. She hasn't wavered in that belief even once while visiting him. Even when he's attempted to bring up the flat back home, or his office he still owns here, or any of the other domestic stuff. She won't let him even imply that he won't be back by her side as soon as his trial happens. "Okay, fine, you won't be waiting long. But still...?"

Thena gives him a look he recognises from their earlier days of knowing each other. There's a lot happening behind those eyes of hers. But she would look at him like this sometimes when she was contemplating asking about his business meetings, or that time she had his favourite sundubu delivered to the office when he was sick.

Eventually, her debate with herself ends. It's not denial driving her, rather the drive and belief in whatever she's planning that will get him out of here. She'll do whatever she has to--he believes it too, looking at her.

Thena draws a much smaller, but just as earnest heart on her side of the glass. "I would wait for you until the world burned down around me."

Gil grins, bringing up his hand again to let their fingers press against the glass, as if he could touch the tip of his pointer to hers. It'll have to do. "I promise it won't be that long."

Thena slips her hand away and draws her facade over herself again, clearing her throat and shrugging away any real emotion she had let bleed through. "Indeed--I'm going to go have a meeting with some old associates of yours. I believe they'll hear me out. We had a lovely chat over some tea last we spoke."

Ah, yes, the juniors he had met with whose faces Thena had smashed with a tea tray. They probably would hear Thena out, even if it was just because enemies of Gil's were also enemies of theirs.

"Tell 'em to be on their best behaviour," Gil chuckles. He snarls at the guard waving at him to wrap it up. He sighs, "I gotta go, Princess."

"It's okay," Thena whispers back, her eyes already glassy at having to watch him get led away in handcuffs again. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I love you, Naekkeo."

"I love you too," she promises, watching as he sets the receiver down, as does she. They hold each other's eyes until he's physically pulled from his seat to be marched back to his cell.

Thena undoes an extra button on her cardigan and stands, making a weepy show of picking up her designer purse.

"Ma'am, if you'll follow me."

Ah, so sweet and innocent seeming. She smiles at the guard--young, probably looking to rise in the ranks. And if he can't do that, then maybe he'll take a payoff from a rich inmate's wife. "Oh, how sweet of you."

She bats her eyelashes at the guard, making light conversation until she's almost out of the building. She looks at the young man without the crocodile tears in her eyes, "here."

He blinks as she slips an old nokia phone and pair of wired earbuds into his hand.

"You give that to him for me and this," she enunciates, slipping a thick stack of won into his pocket, "will be doubled by tomorrow. Can you do that for me?"

The young man gulps, but he doesn't hesitate to accept it, "yes, ma'am."

"Good boy," Thena purrs, watching the poor boy blush as she leaves the same way she came, surrendering her bag to be checked again. Not that anything will be amiss (the money was in the lining of the fake purse and the phone was nestled into her bra). "I'm sure my husband will remember your kindness when all this nasty business is over."

#Thenamesh Receptionist AU #Thena is a force of nature #and she is going to stop at nothing to get Gil out of the clink #so...I've never been to jail #maybe that's obvious by anxious nerd of it all #but I have no idea how frequently you're allowed to visit #I think it might be once a week or maybe a month?#but Gil's not in like jail-jail yet I think #he's just being held on suspicions #they think he did but they just can't prove it #but really #they have him on so many suspicions but they can't actually tie anything to him #and Thena is going to find who it was who implicated him in the first place #and she is going to use that tea tray of hers #and she is going to rupture their nutsack #because no one messes with her househusband!

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