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soshiharin · 4 months
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forever and then some
summary: in which harin and dongwook get married
set: 18 november 2023
word count: 7.3k
warnings: swearing, mention of food
an: literally who allowed this to get so long??? this exhausted me, so enjoy! words in bold are english. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐
harin’s masterlist
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Harin woke up to the sounds of Dongwook’s muttered speech. She pushed the blankets off her shoulders, seeing him sitting on one of the chairs in front of the mounted TV and fireplace.
“Lee Dongwook,” she called out, drawing his attention as she pushed herself up against the headboard, “don’t tell me you’re just now writing your vows,” she teased, hoping to ease the tension in her husband-to-be’s shoulders. Something she was successful in, watching as his shoulders shook with laughter.
“Yah, I’m not writing my vows,” he told her, waving the piece of paper in his hand. Harin cocked her eyebrow at him in response. “I’m going over it, making sure it’s perfect.”
“Baby, whatever you say, I will want to listen.” Getting out of bed, she padded over to her fiancé, sitting in his lap. “We’re getting married today,” she voiced, framing his face with her hands. “That in and of itself is exciting. You don’t have to write some complicated vow, I already told you this.”
“I want to, though,” he said. “I only get one chance to marry you, I want my vows to be…”
“Perfect?” She guessed, chuckling. “What do you have so far?”
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m not showing you my vows. You’ll just have to wait until later, Mrs Jang.”
“Miss Jang,” she corrected, removing her hands from his face. “You don’t get to call me Mrs until later.”
“And before I can call you Mrs, I need to make sure my vows are amazing.”
Rolling her eyes endearingly, she chuckled. “Baby. We are getting married today. If you stress yourself out about these vows, you’re not going to enjoy the wedding. Besides we’re only getting at, like, two pm. You have time to fix it,” she pointed out.
Dongwook looked at her. “How are you so calm right now?”
She shrugged. “I’m oddly calm when I need to be anxious and oddly anxious when I need to be calm.”
“I also want to be calm right now,” he complained. “I’m panicking so much. It’s worse than when I did my first acting job.”
“Aigo, Dongwook.” She pouted at her fiancé. “Eotteohge? Are you even going to make it down the aisle?”
He chuckled. “You’re not really helping.”
“How should I help?” She asked, settling against his chest.
He smiled as he thought of something. “You can sing for me,” he said, smiling bigger when Harin groaned. “What? You don’t want to?”
“You know my voice sucks in the morning. I just woke up.”
“I like your voice. All the time. And it would really help me calm down,” he bargained.
She sighed. “What song?”
“You’re really going to sing? You never agree to it.”
“Say the song before I change my mind.”
Dongwook chuckled. “Okay, okay. Um…” He looked around the room as he thought. “Ah! That one.” He started humming A Sunday Kind of Love. “The one you always sing.”
Harin smiled softly before she started singing for Dongwook. He brushed her hair out of her face as he listened, admiring her voice.
“And you say your voice sounds bad in the morning,” he said with a scoff when she finished singing a verse of the song.
She playfully rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She stood up, stretching her body out. “I have to go wash,” she said, “and you need to make breakfast for the dogs.”
Dongwook sighed, also standing up. “Right.” He gathered all of his papers and went to put them on his bedside table. He walked to where Harin was standing in front of the TV. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” she replied. She leaned forward to kiss him, but was deterred by him taking a step back. “What is going on?”
“Our mothers have asked that we don’t kiss until the ceremony,” he told her, making sure to maintain distance between them.
Harin gaped at her fiance. “Why?”
“They read an article–”
“Fucking hell.”
“–and couples said that when they didn’t kiss until their ceremony, it felt more special.”
She sighed. “Okay,” she said, turning around to go to the bathroom.
“Where are you going?”
Harin looked at him over her shoulder. “I’m going to wash.”
Dongwook’s mouth floundered open and shut a few times. “Just like that? You’re not going to fight me on it?”
“No.” She walked around the bed, going behind the wall facing the bed. The wall facing the bed allowed the bathroom to be hidden with single access from the right, serving as support for the long, stone trough sink and the mirror, located at the back.
“The one time she chooses to listen to her mom,” he mumbled as he left the room to give their dogs breakfast.
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“What’s on your agenda for today?” Harin asked, taking a bite of the breakfast Dongwook made for the two of them.
They had both washed and were downstairs eating in their informal dining area in their kitchen, their dogs resting on the bumped-out window seat to the right of them.
Dongwook hummed as he took a sip of his coffee. “I’m going to take the dogs to a care centre, get my hair trimmed, go with our dads to pick up the rings and finish working on my vows,” he said, Harin nodding as she listened. “Then I’m going to the venue and getting my hair styled there after I put on my suit. What are you doing?”
“Going to a spa with our mothers, doing my nails, going on a forced walk, going to the venue, changing into my dress, getting my hair and makeup done and then waiting for everyone to arrive,” she listed off, finishing with a sigh.
“We’re both busy,” he commented.
Within ten minutes of them finishing their food and moving to the family room off the side of the kitchen to wait for their parents, they heard a knock on the door. Their dogs — Cucumber and Poppins — rushed to the door alongside the couple.
“Hi,” Harin greeted when Dongwook had opened the double door, watching as Poppins attempted to jump on her mom. She bent down to pick up the dog, stepping to the side to let everyone in.
“Your house is so beautiful!” Dongwook’s mom, Doosoon, complimented as her son closed the door. They were the first guests Harin and Dongwook had after moving into their house.
The couple led their parents out of their parents, past the first floor landing and into the formal living room. Harin went to pour everyone a glass of water, giving Poppins to her mom before she left, as Dongwook made small talk with everyone. When she returned, she put the tray with the glasses on the coffee table, sitting down next to her fiancé.
“How are you feeling? Are you nervous?” Harin’s dad, Siwoo, asked.
“I’m more excited than nervous,” Harin answered, “but oppa’s nervous.”
Dongwook, who had just picked up Cucumber to place her on his lap, looked up at Harin. “I’m not nervous.”
“Yah, it’s okay if you’re nervous,” his dad, comforted, waving his hand dismissively. “I was also nervous on my wedding day — we both were. Just have fun.”
“I’m not nervous.”
“Your house is so beautiful!” Doosoon complimented again, looking at the building they were sitting in. “Who built it?”
“I’m not sure who exactly built it,” Harin began to answer, “but it was designed by a Spanish architect, that’s why it has a Mediterranean feel to it. He designed three houses like this in Korea — we happened to get the one in Seoul — and he apparently spent a long time looking for plots of land to build the houses because he wanted to have space for the backyard.”
“Is the backyard big?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Wow,” she softly exclaimed.
“Eomeoni, do you want a tour of the house?” Dongwook asked.
“I was wondering how long it would take for you to offer,” she joked, causing everyone to chuckle.
The couple proceeded to give their parents a tour of the house. When they got to the backyard, they all exclaimed at just how big it was, Dooson in particular — “I never knew there was a place in Seoul with this much space,” she had said. The exclamations continued when they went upstairs to see all four of the bedrooms. After talking about the future, possible children to fill out all of the rooms — and causing Dongwook and Harin to get shy — they all returned to the family room.
“Should we get off now?” Siwoo asked.
Dongwook’s dad nodded. “Yes, we should.”
The group of people broke into two groups — women and men — so that they could each embark on their different errands. The men took the dogs with them to leave a care centre for the day. The wedding venue, unfortunately, had a strict ‘no pets’ policy.
“It’s very warm today,” Eunkyung, Harin’s mom, commented as she got into the passenger seat of Harin’s car.
Doosoon nodded, entering the backseat. “They chose a good day to get married.” She watched as their children locked the door to the front door. Dongwook stood to the right of Harin, using his hand to block the sun for her. They laughed about something before Dongwook kissed Harin’s cheek, the two of them going to their respective cars.
“Okay, we can go now,” Dongwook said as he started his car.
The couple embarked on their separate errands to prepare for their big day. By half-past eleven, they were both at the wedding venue, changing into their outfits and getting their hair and makeup done. Harin finished first and walked from the dressing room to the bridal waiting room.
When she walked in, Eunkyung gasped in awe as she looked at her daughter. Her hair and makeup had been finished and she was wearing her dress. “Is this why they call you the Nation’s Goddess?”
Harin shook her head endearingly. “I’m going to assume you like it?”
“So much.” Her mother stepped towards her, cupping her cheeks. “You look stunning, darling.”
“Thank you.”
Doosoon entered the room after being in the main hall to check on the decorations. “Almost everything is set up and re– Omo!” She exclaimed, noticing Harin in her dress as Eunkyung stepped back from her daughter. “You’re so pretty!”
Harin smiled in response. “Thank you.”
“Dongwook is a lucky man,” she complimented. “Tell me if he ever does anything to annoy you, okay?”
“Okay, I will.” She promised. Brushing her hands down her dress, she sighed in awe. “I love this dress.”
“You made a really good choice,” Eunkyung said.
Meanwhile, in Dongwook’s dressing room, he had finished putting on his suit.
“Adeul, are you ready?” His dad asked.
Dongwook opened the door, exiting the changing booth in his room. “I’m done.”
Siwoo groaned in approval, “That’s a very nice suit!”
“Thank you, jangeuneoreun,” he said, using the formal honorific for father-in-law.
“Ay, that’s too formal–” Siwoo waved his hand dismissively– “just call me jangin,” he suggested.
Dongwook nodded. “Okay.” He toyed with the lapels on his suit. “I’m so nervous,” he breathed out.
His dad stepped forward, patting his shoulder. “It’s okay to be nervous. It’s good to be nervous.
“I’m a wreck. And I have to go over my vows.”
“No, you don’t,” Siwoo disagreed. “What you showed us earlier is more than fine.”
“But you know Harin,” he argued softly, reaching for his vows that were on one of the coffee tables. “She’s going to write something so exceptional. I should at least make mine half as good.”
“She’s a songwriter, you’re not,” his dad deadpanned, Dongwook flashing him an unimpressed look.
Siwoo nodded in agreement. “Harin’s been writing poetically for most of her life. She’s practised and honed her craft. It’s obvious that this will come naturally to her. Don’t stress about it too much,” he told Dongwook.
Dongwook nodded, looking down at the vows in his hand. “Okay… Okay. I’m good. I–I’m good.” He placed the vows back on the table.
“Your shoulders look awfully tense, though,” Harin commented, standing in the doorway. She watched as the three men turned to face her, shocked to hear her voice.
Siwoo gasped softly. “You look beautiful, Harper.”
“Thanks, dad.” She walked to her father, giving him a hug. “Do you like the dress?”
“It’s totally your style. It’s stunning.”
She smiled at him before turning to her fiancé. “You look great,” she complimented him.
Dongwook, who was staring at Harin, struggled to respond, coughing up a response when his dad hit his back, “T– Uh, thank you.”
She winked at him, looking over his shoulder at his dad. “I was thinking of going with oppa to look at the hall, if that’s okay? I heard the setup was almost done.”
Dongwook’s dad nodded. “You guys can go ahead.
Harin turned to walk out of the room, not checking to see if Dongwook was following her. As she walked out of the room and into the hallway, she could hear his footsteps behind her, a smirk appearing on her face. They walked in silence to the hall, both gasping at the decor. Everything had been set up and all of the staff had already left the room.
“I told you not to doubt the potential of me and Pinterest,” she bragged softly. Most of the wedding decor had been decided by Harin — with input from Dongwook, of course — and she had created a Pinterest board to organise all of their ideas.
Dongwook walked onto the aisle, holding out a hand to Harin, who looked at him confusedly. He led her to the middle of the aisle, wrapping his arms around her. He started swaying, singing Love you thousand times softly in her ear. Harin smiled, placing her head in the junction where his neck met his shoulder.
They stayed like that, swaying softly, as Dongwook kept singing. When he had finished singing the chorus for the eighth time, he pulled back to look at Harin.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too,” she replied. He leaned in to kiss her, but was stopped by Harin holding his face in her hand. “Not until the ceremony,” she reminded him, her right eyebrow quirking up.
He groaned behind her hand. “We need to limit their internet access,” he muttered in mock anger.
Harin laughed, stepping out of his hold and releasing his face. “You can’t stop them. Even if you take their phones, they’ll find a way.”
“That’s true… There’s nothing we can do. There’s nothing we can do about it, and we just have to accept it.”
Harin nodded before quickly pecking his cheek and turning around, walking away. “I’m going to my waiting room. I’ll see you later.”
Dongwook jogged to catch up with her, holding her elbow. “I didn’t tell you this yet, but you look gorgeous.”
“I could tell that’s what you thought.”
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The first guests — Seungheon and Yeonseok — arrived at 13:24. They were greeted by Dongwook and both sets of parents at the entrance to the floor. Their wedding was taking place on the top floor — the one that offered the most privacy.
“Ah, Dongwook-ah!” Yeonseok exclaimed upon seeing his labelmate.
“I thought this was all a prank,” Seungheon said. “I thought it was a lie.”
“As we arrived, hyung turned to me and asked, ‘Dongwook wouldn’t go to such lengths just to trick us, right?’” Yeonseok added, making everyone laugh.
“I wouldn’t go through all of this trouble just to prank you,” Dongwook assured them, waving them off.
“You mean it?” Seungheon asked, pretending to still be sceptical. “I can’t hear any voices from inside. Why are we the only ones here?”
“Because you arrived first!” He softly exclaimed, laughing.
”So this isn’t fake?”
“It’s not, it’s not. Harinnie will tell you.”
“If Harin’s here, then it’s not fake,” Yeonseok said. “She wouldn’t spend this much money on a prank.”
“That’s true,” Seungheon agreed. “Okay, I believe you.”
The two men walked off, following the hallway, until they reached Harin’s bridal room. They found the actress sitting on the couch, doing something on her phone.
“If you could just confirm for us,” Seungheon began as he and Yeonseok walked in — startling Harin, who looked up from her phone, “that this isn’t a prank, we’d appreciate it.”
Harin stood up to greet them. “Why would I spend this much money on a prank?”
Yeonseok snapped his fingers. “That’s what I said!”
The three continued to talk for a short while before having the photographer take their photo. The two actors walked into the wedding hall shortly after, and Harin went back to being busy on her phone.
A few minutes had passed before Harin heard footsteps coming in her direction.
“Harin!” Taeyeon squealed. She entered the waiting room, holding flowers in her hands. Behind her were Sunny and Seohyun.
“My sweeties!” She responded, putting her phone down and standing up.
Seohyun rushed to Harin’s side, giving her a tight hug. “Unnie, you look so pretty!” She complimented.
“Really? That’s a relief, I spent a lot of money on my look,” she joked.
Taeyeon gave her member the flowers she brought. “Our Visual Goddess always looks good,” she said.
“Are we at the age to be getting married already?” Sunny wondered aloud after hugging Harin. “Didn’t we debut yesterday?”
“Unnie, time flies when you have fun,” Seohyun pointed out.
Taeyeon nodded. “That’s right.”
“Where are the other unnies?” Seohyun asked, taking her phone out of her bag.
At that moment, Sooyoung peeked her head around the curtain of the waiting room. “I’m here,” she announced, holding a gift bag in her hand.
Tiffany pushed past her member. “Get out of the way, oh my god.” She squealed when she saw Harin. “Yoona, hurry up!” She called over her shoulder.
Yoona appeared a few seconds later. “You guys left me in the car,” she complained. “I hadn’t even stopped the car before you left.”
“We were in a rush,” Sooyoung told her. “It’s not everyday one of us gets married.”
“It’s the first time one of us got married,” Seohyun pointed out.
“That makes it even more special,” Tiffany added. She squealed once more, taking hold of Harin’s hands. “I love your dress!”
“And the gloves.” Taeyeon pointed at the lace garment.
“Yeoksi, our fashionista is gorgeous.”
“You know you wouldn’t have met him without me?” Sunny asked her member as she sat down on the couch.
“I know, I know,” Harin said to humour her member. To say Sunny was the only reason she met Dongwook was an exaggeration, but she knew her member was only teasing.
“I’m like Cupid,” she bragged.
“Find me someone,” Taeyeon jokingly whined. “I also want someone, cupid-nim.”
“Who wants what?” Yuri asked, walking in with Hyoyeon. She gasped when she saw her member in her wedding dress. “Gorgeous, gorgeous!” She complimented, snapping her fingers.
“Are you a goddess?” Hyoyeon asked Harin. “Why do you look so good?”
As the members talked amongst themselves, they didn’t notice the photographer taking candid pictures of them.
“Who do you think is going to cry first?” Yoona asked.
Sunny thought for a second. “Hyoyeon, Yuri, Yoona or Seohyun,” she answered.
Yoona looked at her older member in shock. “Why me?”
“Yah, you’re basically Harin’s child,” Sooyoung said.
“Your mom’s getting married,” Tiffany added, causing Yoona to roll her eyes.
Harin laughed. “If you guys don’t cry now or when I walk down the aisle, you’re most definitely going to cry when you sing,” she told them.
“I can’t argue with that,” Hyoyeon agreed. “We’re going to be like, ‘Geudaewa bareul matchumyeo geotgo,’” she sang the chorus, pretending to sniffle and cry.
“That’s right.”
“Are you ready to take your picture?” The photographer asked.
“Ah, yes,” Taeyeon answered.
The members sorted their poses for the photo out: Harin in the middle on the couch, Sunny, and Tiffany on her right and Taeyeon, and Hyoyeon on her left. Sooyoung, Yoona, Yuri and Seohyun were standing behind the couch. They all smiled for the pictures.
“And before we forget, we got you a gift,” Sooyoung told Harin. She passed Harin the gift bag she was holding as Harin sighed.
“If I open it, I’m really going to cry,” she complained, staring at the bag.
“It’s a good thing you’re a pretty crier,” Hyoyeon commented, making everyone laugh.
Harin opened the bag, seeing a book inside. She took the book outside of the bag as Taeyeon took the bag from her. The cover of the book read To Our Harin. When Harin opened the book, she was met with a picture of her and Taeyeon from their debut days. The next page had a more recent photo, and the page next to that one had a letter that Taeyeon had written to her. Harin skimmed over the book — not wanting to read it all now — and saw that that was the case for each of her members. The last three pages had an old group photo of them, a recent photo of them and a letter all of the members had written together.
“You guys…” Harin trailed off, closing the book as she teared up. “Thank you.”
“Of course!” Tiffany said, also tearing up.
A bunch of the members started sniffling as they got emotional. Seohyun pulled out tissues for each of them from her purse so they could dab the corners of their eyes.
“Unnie, you can’t cry now,” Yoona warned, “your makeup is too pretty.
“Then you shouldn’t have given me this present!” Harin complained, trying to fight her tears. “It’s your fault!”
The members pulled themselves together and finished taking their photos before entering the hall. After that, there was an influx of all the other guests. Dongwook and Harin had both agreed on not having a big wedding, wanting to keep it small and intimate, so they agreed on inviting twenty people each — twenty of their closest friends and family. Dongwook greeted the guests when they arrived and Harin greeted them before they entered the hall.
By the time there was five minutes until the wedding was scheduled to start, all of the guests had arrived and were seated. Soft piano music played as everyone talked amongst themselves. When the time for the wedding to start arrived, the music quieted down and Jaesuk went to the podium.
“Hello, everyone. I’m today’s MC, Yoo Jaesuk,” he greeted from a pulpit to the side of the altar. “We’re about to start the ceremony. On behalf of the couple and their parents, I would like to thank each and every one of you for being here today.” He moved from the podium, bowed to the guests, then moved back. “Now, the mothers of the couple will light the candles,” he announced.
Both Dongwook and Harin’s mothers entered the hall, walking down the aisle until they reached the altar. They then separated, Dongwook’s mom going left and Harin’s going right until they reached their candle lighting stations. They both picked up the lighters that were provided and lit up the candles before walking to the front of the aisle, bowing and separating to their respective sides of the hall.
“I request everyone to turn their attention to the parade of the wedding entourage. Let’s please welcome the luckiest man!”
Everyone’s heads turned as Dongwook stood at the foot of the aisle. He walked down the aisle as My only love started playing through the speakers, waving at everyone as he walked. Once he reached the altar, he bowed to Jaesuk before turning around and bowing to the guests. He then moved to stand where he was motioned to by a staff member, fidgeting with his suit as he waited for Harin.
“We just welcomed the tall and good looking groom here. Now, let’s welcome the most beautiful bride,” Jaesuk announced.
Everyone turned once more as Harin and her dad stood at the foot of the aisle. They walked down the aisle as You make me happy started playing through the speakers, Siwoo glancing at his daughter every so often. Once they reached Dongwook, who had finally stopped fidgeting, Siwoo let go of Harin’s hand and hugged his almost son-in-law. Breaking apart, he moved to sit next to his wife.
“You look pretty,” Dongwook whispered, taking Harin’s hand.
“You’ve already seen me today,” Harin whispered back as he led her to the top of the altar.
“And you continue to look pretty,” he said, gently letting go of her hand once they were in position.
“Welcome family and friends,” Jaesuk. “We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the marriage of Lee Dongwook and Jang Harin. This is not the beginning of a new relationship but an acknowledgment of the next chapter in their lives together. Lee Dongwook and Jang Harin have spent years getting to know each other, and we now bear witness to what their relationship has become. Today, they will affirm this bond formally and publicly.”
“Lee Dongwook and Jang Harin will mark their transition as a couple not only by celebrating the love between themselves, but by also celebrating the love between all of us — including the love of their parents, siblings, extended family, and best friends. Without that love, today would be far less joyous. The bride and groom have each prepared vows that they will read now.”
Harin cleared her throat, accepting the microphone and velvet vow book that was handed to her. “The first time I said ‘I love you’, your eyes sparkled as your face broke into one of the sweetest smiles I’ve ever seen. It was in that moment that I finally understood what my dad meant when he said that true magic lives in those three words.”
Dongwook exhaled, feeling his eyes grow wet as Harin continued speaking. “My love, what I have found with you is the great love I always hoped existed. I have adored every single version of you that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing and I promise I will continue to love every single future version of you that you choose to become.”
At that point, Harin was no longer reading from the book, but instead reciting as she stared at Dongwook. “I will love you my whole life. You and no other. I will give you strength when you are weak, and give you comfort when you are sad. I will be with you until the end of time. Let’s live a happy life together, and grow old together,” she finished, handing the microphone and vow book to Dongwook.
“I should’ve gone first,” Dongwook complained, causing everyone to laugh. “If I could give you some things, it would be the ability to see yourself through my eyes. Only then will you realise just how special you are to me. I would give you my heart so that you know how much I love you, from every heartbeat there will be a melody calling your name. I would give you my ears so that you could hear your voice every morning. Even though you say that you sound the worst after just waking up, it’s when your voice is at its most gentle and soft.”
He took a deep breath. “You’re not a one-in-a-million woman, you’re a once-in-my-lifetime type of woman,” he said, causing everyone to gasp at his smooth words. “That was good, right?” He asked, everyone laughing at how cocky he sounded. “I will cherish and adore you for years and years, until you are a constant in my memory. You give being in love a whole new meaning, my heart is in your hands. I love you,” he finished, quoting lyrics from Right here forever.
The guests clapped as Dongwook handed off the vow book and the microphone.
Jaesuk exclaimed into the microphone. “Such sweet words from the couple. I didn’t know Dongwook could be that poetic, but he surprised me,” he joked. “And now, “Lee Dongwook, do you take Jang Harin as your wife? Do you promise to honour, love, cherish and protect her, forsaking all others, and holding onto her forever more?”
“I do,” Dongwook said, not breaking his eye contact with Harin.
“And do you, Jang Harin, take Lee Dongwook as your husband? Do you promise to honour, love, cherish and protect him, forsaking all others, and holding onto her forever more?”
“I do,” Harin answered.
“Lee Dongwook and Jang Harin will now exchange rings as a symbol of love and commitment to each other. Your wedding ring is a circle — a symbol of love never ending,” the officiant said as Dongwook’s father brought them their rings. “Lee Dongwook, please place the ring on Jang Harin’s left hand and repeat after me.” He said the vow, pausing every so often to let Dongwook repeat after him, repeating the process with Harin.
“To make your relationship work,” Jaesuk began, “will take love. Continue to date each other. Take time to show each other that your love and marriage grows stronger with time. It will take trust to know that in your hearts, you truly want what is best for each other. It will take dedication to stay open to one another — and to learn and grow together.”
He exhaled, looking at the couple, who only had eyes for each other. “And now by the power vested in me, it’s my honour and delight to declare you married. Go forth and live each day to the fullest. Please bow to each other.”
The couple smiled at each other before bowing. Once they had stood upright, Harin waggled her eyebrow at Dongwook.
“Now, we will have two congratulatory songs,” Jaesuk announced. “I know many people are expecting it to be Nam Changhee-ssi,” he joked, making everyone laugh, “but it is actually K.Will-ssi.”
Hyungsoo walked up onto the side of the podium from Dongwook’s side of the hall, accepting a microphone that was handed to him. “Honestly, I forgot that Dongwook and Harin were dating,” he admitted, everyone laughing at his confession, “so when I received my invitation, I was a bit confused. I immediately called Sangbum–” he pointed into the crowd at the actor– “and asked him what was going on, and he reminded me that they were in a relationship. Yeah, that’s my story. Um, I was asked by Dongwook to sing a song, so I decided to sing Love Blossom. It’s a very good song that I think fits this couple.”
He cleared his throat, waiting for the instrumental for Love Blossom to play. He started singing the song as Dongwook put his arm around Harin — who had begun to feel emotional —, the couple swaying along to the music. As Hyungsoo sang, he would occasionally point at the couple or signal to the crowd to cheer. When the song finished, he bowed to the couple.
“Have a prosperous marriage,” he said.
“Thank you,” Dongwook said as he and Harin walked to hug Hyungsoo. They returned back to their position as Jaesuk started speaking again.
“Now, there will be another congratulatory song,” he announced. “Contrary to popular belief, it is not IU who will be singing, but instead Girls’ Generation.”
Harin’s members walked onto the podium from her side of the hall, accepting the microphones that were handed to them.
“Just as I predicted, Harinnie is the first member to get married,” Yuri joked. Harin wetly chuckled along with everyone in the hall. “Now, we’re going to sing a song. Um, it may sound weird without our harmony leader–” she gestured at Harin– “but we’ll try to sound good. Um, we all wish you happiness.”
She toyed with her hair, trying to stop herself from crying. “Can we start now?” She asked her members.
“Yes!” Seohyun responded.
They started dancing as the instrumental to Kissing You played. Harin clapped her hands softly as she listened to her members sing. By the time they got to her part at the end of the bridge, most of the members were in tears.
“Live a happy life!” They shouted when they were done.
Harin and Dongwook went to the members to thank them. Tiffany hugged Harin tightly, the other members joining in before remembering that Dongwook was also there.
Jaesuk started talking again as the members went back to their seats, “Now, we’ll have a short break for lunch. Your food will be brought to you, so you don’t need to stand up and go anywhere,” he told them before walking away from the podium.
Dongwook led Harin to their table just in front of the podium on her side of the hall as there was no space on his side. They sat down as staff members entered the hall with trays of food for the guests.
Usually, in Korean weddings, the guests go to a buffet and dish up their food, but when Harin and Dongwook sent out their wedding invitations, there was a section for everybody that was RSVPing to select which foods they would like to eat, so the staff already knew what everyone wanted to eat.
“I’m so hungry,” Harin commented after her food was placed on her table. Besides her breakfast, she had been snacking on dried fruits all day so as not to get full before the ceremony. “Also, I liked your vows.”
“I worked very hard on it,” he bragged nonchalantly, eating his food. “I had a thousand first drafts.”
“You chose a good final version,” she complimented. Looking around the room, she smiled. “We just got married.”
Dongwook reached across the table for her hand. “Yes, we did.”
They continued to eat until everybody had mostly finished, then Dongwook signalled to Jaesuk to continue on with the program. After mock complaining, Jaesuk stood up to resume his MC duties.
“Okay, everyone,” he started, “now we will enter the second last section of today’s program: speeches. We’ll first hear a speech from Harin’s namdongsaeng, Hajoon!”
Hajoon walked onto the podium, touching his sister’s shoulder as he passed her. He accepted the microphone that was handed to him, pulling out his phone so he could read his speech. “Hello, everyone. I’m the brother of the bride. Um, noona… For most, if not all, of my childhood, noona was a role model to me. But since I’m a boy, I always felt this… innate protectiveness when it came to her. She proved time and time again that she didn’t need me over her shoulder doing my best to intimidate people that were twice my size,” he joked, making everyone laugh. “But, yeah, noona was a role model to me. She still is. She’s someone that continuously drops everything for me when I ask her to, even though she might have been in the middle of something important.”
He cleared his throat, feeling himself get emotional. “One of my earliest memories is when I had lost my teddy bear — I had had it since I was born — and I was crying, I was screaming… I was letting the whole neighbourhood know that I had lost my teddy bear. And noona was going over maths with appa, but she suddenly stood up from the table, walked to me, held my hand and told me to breathe deeply. She then proceeded to walk me around the house so we could search for the teddy bear together. We ended up finding it under my bed and I was immediately happy, and noona played with me for a while before going back to studying with appa. Four months ago, I found out that noona had picked out that teddy bear for me when she came to visit me in the hospital after I was born,” he revealed, causing everyone to gasp.
“Noona is someone who… I don’t know, she acts like she doesn’t care, but she actually does. When I was in culinary school and was really stressed about an essay I had to do, I would call noona and she’d answer, even if she had to be on stage in a few minutes. And I still call her all the time. I call her when I’m sick, I call her when I’m happy… Hell, I call her to find out how long chicken is good in the freezer, which is ironic because she doesn’t know how to cook and I’m a chef.” He paused as everyone laughed. “Um, noona has been there for me whenever I needed her and I’m glad she’s found someone to be there for her whenever she needs it. She doesn’t like it when people hover over her and observe her every move, but she’s going to have to get used to it because Dongwook mehhyung watches her like a hawk. I don’t really have much else to say other than I love you, noona, and I’m always wishing you the best, and I hope you stay this happy forever,” he finished, passing the microphone off to Jaesuk before walking back to his seat as everyone applauded.
On his way back, Harin stopped him, hugging him tightly as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. “I love you, Hajoon,” she told him before pulling apart and letting him go to his seat.
Jaesuk groaned, impressed at Hajoon’s speech. “That was very sweet, wasn’t it? I just found out that all of the food here was prepared by Hajoon-ssi, which adds to the sweetness, doesn’t it? Now, we’re going to have a speech by Dongwoo’s yeodongsaeng, Seonghee!”
Seonghee walked onto the podium, accepting the microphone that was handed to her. “Hello, I’m Seonghee. Most people aren’t able to say that they have the smartest, most amazing and caring sibling in the world, but oppa… I am so glad that you can say that,” she joked, pausing so everyone could laugh. “You’re really lucky,” she added. “I’m so glad that you decided to give him a second chance and proceeded to make him earn his way into deserving you. Years later, I’m making a speech at your wedding, so… I would like to apologise to oppa for telling unnie that she should make him beg for her to even look in his direction.”
Dongwook looked at Harin in shock, his wife laughing with everyone else. “Did she really say that?”
“She did, she did,” Harin confirmed through her laughter.
“Oppa, I’m truly grateful that you met and chose to spend the rest of your life with someone as incredible as Harin,” Seonghee said, looking at her brother. “I think she makes you the happiest you’ve ever been and I think she pushes you to be a better person.” She shifted her gaze to Harin. “Unnie, I didn’t know you before oppa, so I’m honestly not really sure what he does for you,” she joked, laughing along with everyone. “He could make you worse and I honestly wouldn’t know, but you seem very happy with him. I wish you well, and hope that your married life is good,” she concluded, walking off the podium and giving her microphone to Jaesuk, who was still laughing.
“Yes, that was Seonghee,” he said, trying to calm himself down. “She gave a very comedic speech that made everyone laugh. Now, we’ll take a group photo and after that, you can hang around and talk with the couple or you can go home and enjoy the rest of your day. I would like to call everyone onto the podium.”
Everyone stood up and walked to the podium. Harin and Dongwook were made to stand in the middle, the formation of everyone else was decided by having the shortest people in the front and the taller people in the back. After taking photos, Harin and Dongwook were led to the front of the aisle so they could take a kissing photo.
“Are you excited for this one?” She asked him as they were positioned for the photo.
Dongwook squeezed her hip. “I’m the most excited for this one.”
The photographer gave them the okay to kiss, so they did, the room erupting in cheers. Harin had to put her hand on Dongwook’s chest to softly push him away. He poked at her side, knowing that she was very ticklish. They joined their guests once more to thank them for coming.
“You’re really the prettiest bride,” Seoyeon complimented, hugging Harin.
Harin thanked her. “But with how pretty I am, it’s not hard to be the prettiest.”
“Ah, there you go again,” she groaned. “I have to go now, but congratulations, okay?”
Harin nodded as she watched Seoyeon walk away. A hand was placed on her shoulder and she turned around to see Minho. “Since I’m married now, does that mean we’re not dating anymore?” She asked, joking about their long-time rumoured relationship.
“It’s about time we break up,” he joked. “The relationship has been dying out.”
“Right, right. Thank you for coming.”
“Of course, noona. Kibum said to tell you that he loves your dress.”
“As he should.”
They continued to talk before he had to go to a schedule, not before taking a selfie together. Harin spent another twenty minutes talking to guests — her EDAM labelmates, Eunjung, her managers, Kwangsoo, Doyeon, Goeun and more. The last guests that hung back were her members.
“Thank you for coming, my loves,” Harin thanked them. “Especially you, Tiffany, because you’re supposed to be on hiatus at your house.”
“A little health concern could never stop me from missing your wedding!” Tiffany waved her off. “Besides you had me seated near the heater, so I was fine.”
“This was seriously the best wedding I’ve ever been to,” Yoona said.
“We’re very happy for you,” Taeyeon.
Harin smiled. “Thank you. Now I get to fetch my dogs and go home.”
Yuri groaned. “You’re such a homebody.”
“I love that place.”
“Invite me over.”
They all laughed at how eager Sooyoung sounded. They talked some more before the members left — not before taking a few selfies, dried tear streaks visible on their cheeks —, leaving Harin and Dongwook with their families. Dongwook was in a conversation with Dooson and Eunkyung, talking about the ceremony, so Harin went to Hajoon.
“I liked your speech,” she told her brother.
“Thank you, noona. I meant everything I said, you know. About you being my role model and all.”
She groaned. “Don’t get all sappy on me now that I’m married. And remember to take breaks and come visit me once in a while.”
“Of course.” He smiled at his sister. “Right now, though, I need to sleep. For a week.”
“You made everyone’s food by yourself, it’s understandable that you’re tired. Go home. It looks like appa is also tired.” She pointed at their dad, who was walking towards her with an envelope his hands.
“Did you already register your marriage?” He asked, still holding onto the envelope.
“Yes, we did it yesterday,” she told him, eyeing the envelope in his hands. “So, what’s that?”
He looked down at it as if he had forgotten he was holding it. “This is... a little something from your mother, brother and I,” he said, hading it over to Harin. “And before you protest, we wanted to give this to you. It’s your wedding day and this is the least you deserve.”
Harin smiled at her dad and brother. “Thank you.”
The newly formed family then took a few more photos with the photographer before everyone decided to go home. Harin and Dongwook changed out of their dress and suit and into the clothes they were wearing earlier, making sure to take all of the gifts they received. They then took their separate cars home — Dongwook’s parents went home with Seonghee, and Harin’s parents went home with Hajoon —, Harin went to fetch Poppins and Cucumber as Dongwook went to pick up some takeout for them.
By the time the couple had both returned home, put their things away, and plopped down on their couch, they were exhausted. It had been a busy day for the both of them and they just needed to rest. They watched their dogs run around the family room, playing together.
“How are you Mrs. Jang?” Dongwook asked.
Harin sighed contently. “I feel great, darling.”
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an: their slow dance moment was inspired by this. also idk much about dongwook’s family so i just kinda went based off of different articles. you can send an ask or dm to be added to the taglist 💐
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240304 ♡ official_ONEWE: [#ONEWE]
🛩 ONEWE 2ND OFFICIAL FANCLUB [WEVE] 🛩
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Harin sneeze
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INFJ Villains are something else.
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Harin (Pyramid Game)
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Suji (Trash Belongs In The Trash Can)
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Tragic villains - Well written character - Obsessive - Care about loved ones - Childhood trauma - Mastermind manipulation - Tragic backstory - Psychological horror - Redeemed villains - Star of their show - Believe or not, all they want is to be loved/exist.
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[one]we are back! 💖
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harin ♡ studio we ♡ planet nine: voyager
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Harin: Mice are having sex in my walls.
Dongmyeong: Tattletale!
Yonghoon: You're just being ungrateful.
Cya: It's their home too, you know.
Kanghyun: So what? Don't slutshame them.
Harin: The mice are fucking and now I'm getting heckled.
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guy told he has to be cute for the camera... succeeds?
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soshiharin · 3 months
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crash
summary: in which harin is in an accident
set: 21 jan, 2013
word count: 3.7k
warnings: mention of blood, food, car accident, surgery, panic attack, broken bones. pls let me know if i missed any
an: i’ve never broke a bone so all of my information is from google. words in bold are english. send an ask or dm to be added to the taglist. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐
harin’s masterlist
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Harin walked out of the building with her two managers. She had just finished a photoshoot and was finally on her way home after spending the whole day there.
“I’m hungry,” she groaned as they walked on the pavement, feeling a slight chill due to the shorts and baggy shirt she was wearing in the winter weather. “All I had to eat today was salad and water.”
“We can stop at a barbecue place on our way back to your dorm,” one of her managers, Mija, suggested.
“I’d like that.” Harin dug around in her handbag for her phone before Siwan, her other manager, took the bag from her. She gasped softly as she saw the time read 02:13. “Since it’s late, how about we go to a drive-through?” She asked. “Because then you’ll go home earlier.”
Mija nodded. “We can do that.”
The three continued walking as Harin replied to any messages she received whilst she was working.
“Where did we park the car again?” Siwan asked when they had been walking for a block.
Harin looked up ahead of her. “We had to park three blocks away because everybody else had taken up all of the closer parking spots,” she said, slowing down in walking so she could put her phone back in her bag. Siwan nodded as he remembered.
They walked the two remaining blocks, talking about Harin’s upcoming schedules as they did. When they reached the end of the third block, they had to walk across the zebra crossing to get to their car, as it was on the other side of the road. They stood in a single file line — Siwan, then Harin, then Mija — as they waited for the traffic light to turn red. They had to wait another five seconds for the last of the cars to go, leaving behind a silver Volkswagen Polo in the first lane away from them.
As they began walking across the crossing, they heard the vroom of a truck. The truck was going at a fast speed, probably 120km/h, as it came from far behind. The driver must have realised that they were in the same lane as the Polo and that the red light wasn’t going to change any time soon, because they tried to brake and slow down, but they were too close. To avoid hitting the Polo, the driver swerved the truck to the left just in the nick of time.
Harin squinted her eyes as the glare of the truck’s headlights hit her vision. There’s no way I’m about to get hit by a car, she thought. She hopped forward to get out of the truck’s way, but was hit when the truck swerved to the right to straighten out. The impact of the hit sent her flying forward until she hit the ground. She yelped at the sudden movement as Siwan turned around to see her on the floor with a pool of blood around her body.
“Oh my gosh!” He exclaimed, going to her as the truck drove away.
The driver of the Polo rolled down his window. “I’ll go after them!” He shouted before driving after the truck.
“There’s glass on the floor,” Harin noted with a groan, seeing her legs littered in tiny cuts from shards of glass.
“Yeah, you… You bro– You broke the headlight,” Siwan said, swiftly touching Harin’s legs as if they were scorching hot and were going to burn him.
Mija walked to Harin and knelt down. Taking off her jersey, she put it by Harin’s face, using it to absorb all of the blood that was dropping out of her nose due to her hitting her head on the ground. “Siwan-ah, call the cops,” she instructed.
“What?” Siwan asked, in a daze.
“Take your phone out and call the cops right now!”
Siwan scrambled to get his phone out of his pocket. He hyperventilated as he unlocked it. “Yah! How do I call the cops?”
“Dial 112!” Mija yelled, trying to stop Harin from moving her head.
“We don’t need to call the cops, let’s just go home,” Harin said, widening her eyes to help with her growing headache. She moved her head around to stave off her nausea.
“What do you mean ‘go home?’ You just got hit by a car,” Mija argued as Siwan panickedly explained what was happening to the operator on the phone.
“No, no. I feel fine.” She moved to stand up, but was stopped by Siwan’s yelling.
“Harin, sit down right now!” He pointed at the ground before returning to his phone call.
Harin sighed. “Can I at least get out of the road?”
Mija and Siwan shared a look before helping Harin up and carrying her out of the road. They tried to make her sit down on the pavement, but she pulled out of their hold and began poking her legs.
“What are you doing?” Mija asked as Siwan wrapped up his call.
Harin kept poking her leg as she answered, taking in deep, shallow breaths, “I’m trying to return feeling to my legs.”
“You can’t feel your legs?” Siwan squeaked out.
“No, but I can do this.” She began marching in place. “I can even do this.” She jumped to prove her point.
“Harin, sit down,” Mija instructed, tugging on Harin’s hand as she placed the jersey back on the idol’s face.
“I feel fine.”
Siwan tapped his thigh. “You can’t feel your legs.”
“Harin, you are a medical student,” Mija said, “why are you being so irresponsible?”
“Because I’m fi–”
Harin was interrupted by the aggressive opening of a door. The owner of the restaurant that they were sitting in front of had come out with a chair. She looked at Harin sternly.
“Sit down,” she told Harin, placing the chair to the side of the door.
Harin stared at her in shock, beginning to huff so she could get air into her lungs. “I’m s–”
“Sit. You’re in shock.”
Harin moved to sit down, making sure to keep Mija’s hand supporting the jersey. “I’m not in shock,” she said when the lady went back into her restaurant. The lady returned later with two ice packs, one was placed on Harin’s left leg — the one that got hit — and the other was placed on right arm — the one that caught her body.
“Why aren’t they here yet? It’s been fifteen minutes!” Siwan exclaimed, beginning to hyperventilate.
“It hasn’t been that long,” Mija refuted. “I need you to stop panicking because I can’t watch Harin if you’re losing your mind.
“I feel so nauseous,” Harin whined, feeling her head droop.
Mija rushed to catch her head. “Hey, hey, hey. I need you to stay awake.”
“I’m not falling asleep.”
“She’s in shock,” the restaurant owner told Mija. “My grandson is studying medicine and I help him study a lot. She’s showing symptoms of shock: nausea, loss of consciousness, shallow breathing, possible lightheadedness… The doctors just need to tell you what type of shock she’s experiencing.”
At that moment, they began to hear the distant wailing of the police siren. Siwan cheered softly in excitement and Mija sighed in relief. Harin, however, began to fight to keep her eyes open as her breath came out in short puffs. Her head fell backward against the wall as she kept fluttering her eyes.
The restaurant owner began to tug at Harin’s hair to keep her from falling asleep, tsking as she noticed Harin’s lips taking on a blue colour. Within five minutes, an ambulance, a fire truck and a cop car arrived where the group of people were. At that point, Harin had her eyes closed, but was still responsive to the question Mija and Siwan asked her.
A police officer exited the car, walking up to the group of people. “Okay, we need a medic,” he called over his shoulder as two EMT’s exited the ambulance. “Hi, I’m Choi E–”
“No o’ense, but no’ody really cawes what your nay is right now,” Harin slurred, not having the energy to focus on pronouncing all of her words properly.
One of the EMT’s walked up to the group. He pulled out a flashlight and began checking Harin’s pupils and heart rate.
“She’s in shock,” the restaurant owner told him.
Harin hummed in agreement. “You should ‘isten to her. She’s right.”
The EMT pressed down softly on Harin’s stomach, noticing how airy it felt. “Backboard!” He shouted. A backboard was soon brought for Harin, firefighters and EMTs helping put her on before lifting it and placing her on a stretcher. Harin pushed one of the firefighters out of the way, leaned her head over the edge of the stretcher, and coughed up blood. Siwan stepped forward to hold back Harin’s hair as she continued coughing.
“Can you tell me your name?” The main EMT asked as they wheeled her to the ambulance.
“J–Jang Ha’in,” she weakly answered, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her as she was made to lie down again.
“Age?”
“Um… 25… Ko’ean age,” she breathed out. “It’s my b–birthday in Novem...”
“Okay, that’s good, that’s good,” he commented. “Gonna put her in in three, two, one,” he counted down before the stretcher was lifted into the ambulance.
Harin fluttered her eyes open, seeing Mija in the back of the police car. “What’s she doing there?” She weakly asked. “She didn’t do anything.”
“She’s testifying,” Siwan told her. “The cops asked what happened and she went to give them a statement. Don’t you remember?”
“No.”
With Harin in the ambulance, she was given a bag valve mask to help with her breathing, hooked her up to an IV drip to help combat her shock and an ECG monitor so the EMTs could monitor her heart rate. Siwan got in the front with one of the EMTs.
“Don’t worry, agassi,” the EMT comforted her as the car started, “you’ll be okay.”
What Harin wanted to say was ‘Well, I have to be okay because I have a performance tomorrow’, but all that came out was a grunt of acknowledgement. Throughout the ride, she was in and out of consciousness.
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When Harin arrived at the hospital, she was immediately taken to an emergency room. Since she had lost a lot of blood, she was given a blood transfusion. By the time she was halfway through her first packet of blood, she was more alert and aware of her surroundings. Siwan was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, tapping his foot nervously.
Harin was told that she was experiencing hemorrhagic shock and that the police had caught the person that hit her. She was also told that she might have a broken leg and fractured arm so she had to get X-rays. After doing her X-rays — and changing into a hospital gown —, she returned to her private room.
“I have to call the company.” Siwan suddenly remembered.
“Can you pass my phone?” She asked, pointing at her bag that was at his feet. She nodded in thanks when he gave her her phone. “It’s 4 o’clock? Wow,” she muttered as she opened her contacts. Thinking for a moment on who to call, she pressed on one of the contacts as Siwan left the room.
“Hey!” Yuri greeted when she picked up the phone, voice still groggy as she had just woken up.
To Harin’s shock and surprise, she burst into tears the second she heard her member’s voice. “Yuri,” she wailed, causing the slightly younger girl to be on alarm.
“What’s wrong?” Yuri asked, a sense of urgency to her voice.
Harin hiccupped, wiping her tears and being mindful of her nose. “I got hit by a car and I’m in the hospital.”
“What?” Yuri exclaimed. Harin heard shuffling on the other side of the phone, followed by Yuri speaking softly, “Taeyeon-ah, wake up.” She returned the phone to her side. “Are you okay?”
Harin shook her head, even though she knew her member couldn’t see her. “Everything hurts and I’m hungry! Can you please come?” She asked through her sob, not even knowing if what she was saying was inteligible.
Yuri asked her what hospital she was in and she answered. She listened as her member woke up everyone and told them what was going on. Yuri kept her on the phone as they got into taxis to get to her, trying her best to calm Harin down.
By the time Yuri said that they had arrived at the hospital, Siwan had had to go to the company to tell them what happened in detail and Harin had managed to calm herself down. Her door opened rapidly, revealing her nine members.
“Unnie!” Yoona exclaimed as they all rushed to their member.
Harin reached out to the member closest to her — which was Sunny — and held her hand. “Get me out of here,” she pleaded her members.
Their eyes widened when they took in Harin’s state. They had never seen her so frazzled, always managing to somehow keep her cool. But as she held onto Sunny and begged them to let her go, they saw a new side to her.
“Just wait a bit,” Sunny comforted, squeezing Harin’s hand.
The door opened again, Harin’s doctor walking back into the room with a few nurses. He bowed to the members as he approached Harin. “Sorry for the delay, there are many urgent cases today,” he apologised, not waiting for Harin to respond before continuing. He flipped the tablet in his hand around, showing the X-ray to her. “As you can see, you have a dislocated fracture on your femur, and a displaced fracture on the tibia. We have managed to obtain an operating room for you, so we should get going now,” he said, tucking the tablet under his arm.
The nurses quickly got to wheeling her out. She was taken to an operating room so they could perform surgery on her. She had rods placed in her left leg to hold her bones in place so they would heal correctly. After her surgery, a plaster cast was applied on her leg. By the time she was wheeled back to her room, Siwan had returned from the company. She was still unconscious because of the anaesthesia, so her members just watched her in silence. After a few minutes, her eyes began to flutter open.
“She’s awake,” Tiffany whispered, getting the members’ attention as they all — including Siwan — crowded around Harin’s bed.
“How are you feeling?” He asked as Harin groaned.
“I’m so bloody hungry.”
“Should we get you a burger?”
“Yes.”
Jessica shifted her eyes around. “By the way, aren’t we supposed to tell the doctor that she’s awake?” She pressed the button to call the doctor.
“Move over,” Yuri told Harin, softly nudging her shoulder.
Harin stared at her blankly. “What the fuck are you on about?” She muttered.
“Remember when we were trainees and I got sick so you took me to the hospital and then made me scoot over on the bed? This is payback.”
“I made you scoot over because A) you vomited on me. And B) we weren’t in a private room, so there wasn’t anywhere for me to sit. But there’s a couch on my right, so go sit there.”
“Besides, she isn’t allowed to move her leg,” Jessica reminded her member as she pointed at the cast that was put on Harin’s entire left leg, “her cast isn’t finished drying.”
Harin looked down at her leg and saw that it was elevated, resting on a metal tray so as to not get anything stuck on the plaster as it dried. She wiggled her toes, trying to see if they were numb — they weren’t. She reached her hand up to her face, noticing that there was a plaster on her nose. Everybody turned to the door when it opened, revealing her doctor, being followed by two nurses.
“Ah, you’re awake,” her doctor said (and she felt a bit guilty that she didn’t know his name). “The surgery went well and we aligned your bones–” he showed her the X-ray that was taken after her surgery– “and we applied your cast already. It will only finish drying tomorrow, so you’ll have to stay overnight. Thankfully, your arm wasn’t badly injured, so all you needed was a sling for it and your nose was minorly bruised, so we just placed a plaster there to prevent you from touching it.”
“How long will it take for her to fully heal?” Taeyeon asked, voicing the question on everyone’s minds.
The doctor, Janghyeok, exhaled sharply. “It’s not clear. If Harin-ssi follows all of the instructions and regularly goes to the hospital, she should be healed within six months. But there could be unforeseen accidents that could elongate that time period, such as putting too much pressure on the injured leg before it is ready to support that weight or rushing to use her injured arm. But the minimum amount of time it will take is six months.”
Taeyeon nodded, registering what Janghyeok had told her. “Okay. Thank you.” She bowed to him, the members following suit.
Harin put her hand on her stomach. “Am I allowed to eat?”
“Yes, you are. Since you just had surgery, it would be best if you had foods such as… eggs, fresh fruit, soups, lean meat, and vegetables.”
“It would be best if the meat were poultry or fish,” one of the nurses added.
“Okay.” She sighed.
Janghyeok answered more of the womens’ questions in as much detail as possible. When they were done, one of the nurses asked Harin what she would like to eat — “Anything that’s not seafood,” — and quickly prepared a meal for her. Harin’s meal consisted of a small bowl of cut-up fruit — strawberries, apples, bananas, and kiwi —, two boiled eggs, and fried chicken wings bought for her by her members.
“Unnie, when you think about it,” Seohyun began, pausing while eating the breakfast she got herself, “you won’t have to perform I Got A Boy.”
Hyoyeon gasped. “Bright side.”
“You’re so lucky,” Sunny quipped. “Don’t you want to trade places?”
“No,” Harin said sweetly, shaking her head and scrunching her nose. “But how am I going to go to uni?”
“Yah, stop worrying about school for now,” Tiffany whined.
“This is coming from the same person who keeps begging me to either drop out or graduate early.” Harin tutted as she picked up her bowl of fruit.
Tiffany rolled her eyes. “I’m sure the company will arrange something for you, don’t worry.”
“Yeah… Anyways, thanks for coming, my lovers. You can go enjoy your day off now.”
“Can we really?” Sooyoung jokingly asked, but was nudged by Yoona.
“We don’t have to leave now,” Jessica said. “It’s our day off, after all.”
“Yeah, but I was planning on asking for sleeping pills so that I wake up at mealtimes instead of being bored the entire time I’m stuck here waiting for my cast to dry.” Harin popped a strawberry into her mouth.
Hyoyeon chuckled. “What about when you need to pee?”
“She’ll obviously pee in a bedpan,” Sooyoung pointed out.
Harin groaned. “You brats are so annoying,” she complained. They all laughed at their natural chemistry.
“But will you be fine if we leave?” Seohyun asked. She still remembered the state Harin was in when they first got there.
“Yeah,” Harin answered. “I think when I called Yuri, I realised what had happened and I was overwhelmed. But I’ve calmed down since you guys were here. So go home and sleep because I called you guys at four A.M. and now it’s almost seven. You guys are most definitely tired and I appreciate you all being here, babes.”
The members stuck around for another thirty minutes — wanting to make sure that Harin would really be okay without them — before their sleepiness started to catch up with them. They bid their farewells to Harin as they went outside — Siwan was going to drive them as he had fetched a car from the company when he was on his way back to the hospital —, leaving Harin to her own devices. Her tray of food had been fetched by a nurse and she was given a remote to the TV in front of her.
She stared at her phone in favour of the TV, debating on what to do.
“They’ll find out anyway,” she muttered, picking her phone up, “it might as well come from me.”
She sent her parents and brother a text explaining what happened in as much detail as possible, knowing it would make them worry less. She described her injuries and the surgery she had, as well as the estimated recovery time. She told them that she would speak with the company about her classes as the new school year would be starting in a month. She knew they weren’t going to answer anytime as they were all busy with work and school, so she put her phone to the side and instead watched TV.
After about an hour, her phone started vibrating every other second with texts from various people, meaning SM had released a statement about her accident. She picked her phone up, her eyes widening at just how many people had texted her.
Hwang Mija [07:16] The bastard is getting interrogated now
Jin Seoyeon [08:13] I just saw the news… Are you okay?
Kim Jonghyun [08:15] Omo….. Get well soon, noona!!!
Go Soo [08:16] Doctor-nim, do you want me to pay you a visit?
Hahm Eunjung [08:16] Harin-ah, are you okay???? Don’t be in too much pain!
Jang Hajoon [08:16] I just saw your text. I can’t talk right now because I have to go to my next class, but I’ll call you later, okay?
Appa [08:20] Rinnie, are you fine? Does it hurt? Your mother is busy now so she hasn’t checked her phone yet. Let me know how you’re feeling!
She sighed, going through all of her texts and answering them. By the time she was done, Siwan and Mija had returned, both holding a duffel bag in their hands, probably with their clothes.
“You can go to sleep,” Mija said, making herself comfortable on the couch. She and Siwan discovered that it had a pullout bed, and had arranged it so that they could relax as they waited with Harin.
Harin nodded, lowering the top half of her bed so that it was flat. “Yeah, I’m going to. Goodnight… and thank you for your help.”
“You’re welcome,” Siwan responded.
Harin closed her eyes after making sure that her right arm was sitting comfortably in the sling, feeling herself slip into the deep sleep she had been craving for weeks.
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