#so like obviously venomous is a very important client but??? this is very much giving off 'anxious for a date to go well' energy

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

Watching lord boxman fussing over a ham and dolling himself up is like 'ooo what villainess does he have a hot date with today' and then discovering this is the episode which introduces professor venomous has me losing my shit

#random thoughts #ok ko #cuz like the thing is??? weve SEEN how boxman handles clients before #in like the first episode (?) when he's yelling at his robot son and another robot son comes up to him like uh dad there's a client #and he's like SHUT UP and explodes him #so like obviously venomous is a very important client but??? this is very much giving off 'anxious for a date to go well' energy #also i paused just as professor venomous showed up but i DID notice he took his daughter. mouse. creature. employee. with him on the date #instant favorite character right there. give her a smooch on the head and some crayons to destroy with her razor teeth #also i havent seen ok ko before so i was under the impression she was BOXMAN'S ROBOT DAUGHTER??? is she venomous's bio daughter #did he make her in a lab. did he date someone else after ko's mom. what's happening

[ky-the-squiddy]

I. The Will

He wasn’t even given any time to grieve.

Not that he really needed it. Everything was still numb, so Cash’s mind mostly spun on plans and preparations and knowledge of what needed to be done.

(It did not spin on the sight of broken bones through the gaps between balusters. He did not hear the heavy, wet, crunch of a head cracking on the floor reverberating in his head at all hours. There was no need to think about how his hands shook as he untied the taut string wrapped across the top of the stair, so he didn’t.)

The phone call not even twenty four hours after the police finally cleared the mansion was not unexpected, though Cash would be hard pressed to say if it were unwelcome or not. Either way, it was necessary. His father’s body would have joined his younger brother’s at the funeral home by now, and they both would join Cash’s older brother in the family crypt soon enough. He was the last one left. So this was necessary.

What was unnecessary was being made to wait.

The room was small, made smaller still by the dark oak panelling that lined the walls and the over-large, overstuffed lounge chairs that sat at the edges. He perched on the edge of one, hands clasped in his lap, muscles tense from being made to stay absolutely, perfectly still. Same as always. Same as the hours spent in this room when he was younger, hearing the muffled conversation from the next, fearing the furious and one-sided yelling that may erupt, fearing the inaudible muttering even more so. It was silent now.

The receptionist in the corner looked up at him, prompted by some unseen alert system hidden behind the panels around her desk.

“Mr Calwell will see you now.”

Cash stood, straightened his suit, gave the receptionist a nod of acknowledgement, and headed for the door. He did not take the deep breath he wished he could. He couldn’t afford to show his nerves, even out here.

The seats inside Calwell’s office were no less uncomfortable, the decor no less ostentatious. Lawyering pays well. Lawyering for the rich and amoral pays even better.

“Master Klimek. Thank you for coming.” Niceties. Cash could feel Calwell’s gaze measuring him up for what he was worth, and deeming it very little.

“I’m hardly a child anymore, Gregory. I had hoped to have grown out of that particular title by now.”

“My deepest apologies, Cashimeer.” No ‘Mr. Klimek’. Cash was unsure if Calwell’s returning insult made him feel worse, or better. “Old habits, and all that.”

“I quite understand. With… everything that’s happened recently… Clinging to familiarity is comforting.”

“Indeed.”

There was silence. Cash refused to break eye contact. After what he’d seen, what he’d done, he would not allow himself to be broken so easily. Everything he had left was on the line, and, now more than ever, he could not show weakness.

Calwell cracked first, breaking the tension with a clearing of his throat and a shuffling of papers on his desk. Cash did not allow himself a smile. He was in mourning, after all.

“But to the matter at hand. Regarding your father’s last will and testament, things have gotten… complicated. The last copy is more than a year old and left nearly everything to your younger brother. With Aleksii’s death, most of your father’s holdings have no one direct to pass to.”

Part of that was untrue. Cash had found Marinos Klimek’s actual last will buried in a drawer in the study three days ago. Assets had been divvied up between business associates, distant relatives, and golf buddies, without any mention of either of his remaining sons. Cash had known his own name wouldn’t be on it, but the lack of Aleksii’s had confirmed his suspicions that Marinos knew Aleksii’s death would be coming far sooner than the doctors had predicted.

It was unsigned. Undated. Unofficial.

It made wonderful kindling.

“As far as things look to pan out,” Calwell continued. “The Klimek estate and its assets will be absorbed by Antikythera Industries, and the ownership of said company to be divided up amongst the shareholders. Without specifics on how this should be done, there will no doubt be plenty of in-fighting, backstabbing, illegible legalese, and other such arguments over the carcass of your family’s wealth. As there’s no mention of you, Cashimeer, I called you here to give some… friendly advice.”

Calwell leaned forward, hiding the cruel smile on his face behind interlaced fingers. Cash could still hear it on his voice.

“Pack up. Leave. Avoid the upcoming, years-long legal tangle, and disappear.”

Cash’s finger tapped against the arm of the chair in a slow, calculating rhythm. His other hand cupped his chin and framed his face as he stared at Calwell, refusing to be intimidated.

When Cash didn’t respond, Calwell decided to throw in one last barb. “After all, Master Klimek. You’re an adult now, as you’re so eager to clarify. I don’t see why you won’t do just fine on your own.”

“What was the exact wording of the will?”

Cash’s sharp question made Calwell hesitate, the abrupt change in topic throwing him for a loop.

“Pardon?”

“The will. Regarding Aleksii’s inheritance, what was the exact wording?”

Calwell stuttered and fussed about with the files on his desk until he brought up a neat sheaf of paper. His eyes scanned over the paragraphs to find the right section and he cleared his throat with a neat cough.

“‘To my youngest son, Aleksii Josafat Klimek, I bequeath ownership of the-’”

A handwave from Cash silenced him. “It specifies ‘my son,’ which is the only important part of that piece of paper, as far as I’m concerned.”

“It also specifies your brother’s name, which most courts would consider rather more important.”

“Yes, but you and I both know, Gregory, that my father liked to keep things in the family. He went to extensive lengths to try and do so. As executor of his will, do you really think he’d be pleased to see the members of the board squabbling over something my family has spent generations building?”

“I know he’d be even less pleased to know that you gained control of things.”

Cash pursed his lips in irritation. As true as that was, he wasn’t going to admit it. “Why? I’m his son and heir, and the only one left at this point.”

“Perhaps. But… You and I both know, child, that Marinos never considered you to be either of those things.”

While the atmosphere in the room had been icy from the start, this was the comment that turned things glacial, with all the slow, inevitable destruction that implied. Cashimeer Klimek was not a killer. A murderer, yes, but not a killer. However, in that moment, he would have gladly shoved Calwell’s gold-plated pen through the man’s eyeball.

He could hardly have justified it as self-defence this time though, pre-emptive or otherwise. So he remained still and silent.

“As things stand,” said Calwell, smirking. “You are to receive nothing, and I see no reason to adjust things in your favour. I’ve given you your warning, whether you take the advice or not is entirely up to you. Good day. And I’m so very sorry for your loss.”

Calwell stood, the chair groaning against the floor as it slid backwards. He stuck out one arm, showing Cash the door.

Cash rose far slower, head bowed, hands tight around the arms of the chair. Once he was on his feet he made no motion to leave, only stood there silently, radiating a frost-bitten fury.

“Therese. Wilkins.”

“What nonsense are you spouting now, child?” Calwell shook his head and marched around his desk towards the exit, fed up with the conversation and ready to end it, but Cash persisted.

“Therese Wilkins. And Alana Dae. Two reasons you should reconsider, my dear Gregory.”

It was time for Calwell to turn icy too. “I don’t see why either of them have anything to do with anything.”

“You don’t? Then I would advise you to visit an optometrist, because you obviously can’t see past the end of your nose. You really think that neither Marinos’ sister nor Aleksii’s mother will try to claim the estate? You really think that neither of them won’t have stronger arguments than any members of the board do?”

“One’s married to a gambling-addicted wastrel and is too poor to afford an even halfway decent lawyer, and the other was divorced with such an iron-clad contract that there’s no way she’s getting a penny. I would hardly consider either of them to be threats.”

“Not alone, anyway.” Cash finally met Calwell’s gaze again. His eyes burned with destructive intent. If I go down, I’m taking you down with me, and as many of the fat fucks on the board of directors who line your pockets too.

Calwell was silent for a long time. When he finally spoke, it was slow enough that Cash knew he was hiding a tremor.

“Child, if you are implying what I think you are…”

“My name. Is Cash. Cashimeer, if you must. Not Master Klimek. Not ‘child’.” Cash spat the word out with all the venom of a cobra. “I am legally recognised as Marinos Klimek’s only remaining son, and as any true lawyer would agree, that title carries weight. Especially considering the wording of my father’s will.”

Cash advanced towards Calwell, using his considerable height to loom over the man. Calwell refused to cower, but the handful of extra inches meant that, no matter what, Cash looked down on him.

“I will do the first half of what you suggested, yes. I will take what I can and I will leave. And then I will return, with Therese and Alana and an army of lawyers in tow. Blood is thicker than water, and anyone who knew my father knows how much he believed in that. You want this thing to be drawn out? Then so be it. Just know that by the time it is done, every one of your clients will know how ready you are to sell them out. And I wonder how well your little business will do then?”

By the time Cash finished his little speech, he and Calwell were chest to chest. Cash’s voice had gone low, taking on a borrowed tone he was used to being on the receiving end of. Well, no more. It was effective, so he’d use it himself.

Calwell’s expression was well past dawning and was instead in the late afternoon of horror. But he did not speak. He did not break eye contact. He knew the moment you looked away from a tiger was the moment it pounced.

“However…”

There was a subtle shift and Cash no longer loomed. His voice grew lighter, but only in the way that iron is lighter than lead. Calwell let his lungs risk a breath again.

“I would be willing to reach a compromise,” continued Cash.

“O-oh?” said Calwell.

“Indeed. Shall we sit?”

Cash stepped back and gestured towards the chairs. There was no comment on the insult of Calwell being invited to take a seat in his own office. Soon enough they had resumed their positions as if the insults and threats had never been traded.

“Now,” began Cash. “I’m sure you can figure out what I want. I want what is entitled to me by the Klimek name. The estate. Ownership of Antikythera. The money, the heirlooms. Everything that the will states would have been left to my brother, down to the very last dust mote in the attic.”

“I hope you realise how difficult that will be do organise without outside parties having their own complaints.”

“Of course. But we will deal with those issues when they arise. You are a very good lawyer, after all, and I have faith in you, as my father did.”

“And what about my side of this ‘compromise’?”

“You get paid.”

Calwell opted to give Cash a withering look rather than responding. Cash pretended not to notice and continued.

“What I mean to say, is that you continue to get paid. Your firm remains the one the Klimek family uses, and with the ruckus that will be kicked up after people wait a tactful amount of time after the funeral, you will get plenty of business from me indeed. Enough that a pay rise might even be considered. If certain other clients of yours decide to whine about… other plans… Then you simply need to show them the will. It’s obvious enough to go from one interpretation to another, is it not?”

Calwell eyed over Cash for several more seconds before finally responding. “You’re asking me to do a great deal for very little reward other than what I’m already owed. If this is the sort of business practice you put in place then I can’t see you doing too well with your would-be inheritance.”

“In fact, my dear Gregory, I’m asking you to do your job. Because I will make sure it is mutually beneficial. It’s hardly an unfair deal.”

“And if I don’t ‘do my job’?”

“Then I find someone better to do it instead. The most basic business strategy you can find.”

The calculating gaze aimed at Cash told him everything he needed to know about Calwell’s current thought process. He was revolted that this man, this child, this mistake in front of him had manipulated him so easily. But Calwell was not the type to let a grudge over a freak of nature interfere with the obtaining of money, and a steady job offer that shouldn’t involve too much paperwork after the first month or two was not to be sniffed at.

Cash was already smiling even before Calwell nodded.

“A sound plan, Mr. Klimek.”

The terrified moment it took for Cash to process the name was hidden by his languid movements as he moved to shake Calwell’s hand. Firm grip. Dry palm. Not too warm, not too cold. A slight nod, and maintain eye contact throughout. Practiced perfection.

The conversation rambled into legalese as Calwell discussed plans and intentions, informing Cash of the true extent of the Klimek family holdings. Cash nodded and hummed his assent throughout. He’d known all this already, studied every inch of his family’s records late into the night in an attempt to impress a man who never saw him more than an unwanted thing. But if it helped Calwell regain some semblance of footing in this new business relationship, then Cash would play along.

Eventually they both stood, shook hands once again, and Cash turned to leave. Before he could reach the door, Calwell spoke.

“You’re your father’s son for sure, Cashimeer. It’s a pity he could never see that.”

Cash gave a beatific smile as the barbed praise jabbed into his chest and settled deep, sinking into a pool of blood of its own causing.

“My dear Gregory, I’m much, much more than that.”

And with a respectful nod, he was gone.

When he arrived home the mansion was empty. The staff dismissed, no guests to be heard, and no presence lurking in his brother’s bedroom or his father’s study. Cash would be hard pressed to say if he enjoyed the silence or not.

He went to his room, shucked his coat, carefully hung it back in the wardrobe and finally sat on the edge of his bed. It was only then that he let his muscles truly relax, rather than the disciplined rigour of professionalism or the carefully crafted languid posture of casualness. The shaking started almost immediately, with hot, fat tears falling onto his hands not long afterwards. No attempt was made to brush them away.

After all, he was in mourning.

#ky writes #my ocs #cashimeer klimek #a story i did today about something from my oc's past #and considering this is the first proper piece of writing #(nevermind the first *complete* piece of writing) #that i've finished in months? #i figured i should post it #he's 19 years old here btw

[jaeminlore]

enemies to lovers!jonghyun

a/n: for razzle dazzle anon!

i don’t talk about shinee that much but they’re my second bias group they mean the absolute world to me

and this one is for the softest boy in the world i love him so so much

anyway let’s get to the rivalry

wedding planner!jonghyun is known throughout all south korea as the best in the world

everyone wants him to plan their weddings, from idols to comedians to actors to politicians: there isn’t anyone on earth who doesn’t want jonghyun as their wedding planner

he’s just that good like he knows which colors go together he knows which caterers are best he knows the best deejays

there’s nothing he can’t do especially with florist!jinki and cake designer!taemin by his side, not to mention dress designer!kibum and mixologist!minho always ready to help for a discounted price

which the clientele obviously don’t know about

the boys work for other wedding designers too, as well as different events that their job calls for

so most of them are in the know when it comes to who is who in the event planning business esp kibum

actually it’s just kibum

you’re a wedding planner from your own country, but because of your amazing skills you’ve been invited to korea to help plan a wedding for this super famous actress who is getting married

and jonghyun thought he was a shoo in for that job so he’s a bit ??? when the news comes out that the “best wedding planner in the world” had been booked

because tbh he thought that was him

taemin in the bg: no no ur just the most famous in korea,,, there’s a difference

anyway jonghyun is mad bc you’ve essentially stomped onto his turf and are now taking his very rich clientele like it’s not going to slide

so he finds your number and calls you up

“y/n’s wedding event service, what can i help you with?”

and jonghyun is like cut the speil lady i know you’re out for my title

nd you’re just what title? who are you??

this did offend jonghyun that you somehow didn’t know his voice over the phone so he dramatically replies “this is jonghyun obv,,, the best wedding planner in the world”

but you must not notice the hostility in his voice bc you reply, “dude i love you! you’re like my hero when it comes to weddings,,, all my weddings are inspired by you”

jonghyun kind of wants to be flattered bc no one has ever told him smth like that before and also your words made his heart race with joy but he’s going to keep his cool and still play the “i hate you” card

“so it wasn’t enough to steal my ideas, now you have to steal my clients?”

nd you’re like wtf is wrong w you dude it’s just a wedding and you think about being civil with him since you look up to him but now you want to bite back with the same venom he shot at you

“maybe if you’d make your rates a bit more affordable, people would have the money to choose you over me”

“my prices are reasonable!”

“maybe to politicians and millionaires?? but people with basic income do not want to spend the amount of money you charge to have a wedding... esp if they’re trying to save money”

jonghyun feels INSULTED and ASHAMED bc he thought his prices were pretty good

“my prices are some of the lowest rates in south korea”

“well it looks like you’ve got a bunch of greedy wedding planners then bc you charge almost double what i charge in my country,,, that’s why they asked for me instead.”

jonghyun isn’t sure he can change his prices like the last thing he wants to do is make his clients broke but he also doesn’t want people to think he’s cheap

he almost wants to ask you how you do it: stay afloat at low prices and still able to pay rent

but he’s still angry and annoyed w you so he resists and hangs up on you, not feeling up to talking to you

so after that you sort hate jonghyun too like why did he have to be so rude to you??

but fast forward to a few days before the wedding and your florist cancelled???? and you have no idea what to do bc the whole theme of this wedding was floral paradise and you can’t have floral paradise without the floral

and you have no idea what you’re doing like you can’t find another florist this late in the game that will agree to give you a ton of flowers on short notice

they’d have to work overtime and it’d be such a chore and you feel at such a loss

your first overseas wedding and you were so excited bc your work would finally be in the news and more people might ask for you by name

all that work down the drain bc a florist who quit for unknown reason

you feel like crying and for some reason you pick up your phone and call jonghyun

yeah you sort of hate him but he’s also a fellow wedding planner and he’s the closest one you can go to right now who probably has advice

and it’s late when you call so his voice is super groggy and low “hello?”

you’re shaking like your anxiety is to the max and “jonghyun? it’s y/n and —”

“are you crying?” his voice is v soft and sweet like suddenly he doesn’t sound so mean

“it’s just that my florist cancelled on me and the wedding is in two days! how am i supposed to find a florist who will give me a whole truck load of flowers in two days?? the theme is based around flowers and if i fail this one no one is ever going to trust me again i’ll be known as a failure and an untrustworthy planner”

and jonghyun just kind of shushes you like “look you’re really tired and worried, but you need sleep okay? get some rest and meet me at the park on maple at around eight o'clock”

he doesn’t really give you time to agree but for some reason his words calm you, and you think jonghyun might actually help you

the next morning you grab all your planning stuff and head over to the park, hoping that jonghyun didn’t send you on a wild goose hunt just for fun.

when you finally spot him, he’s sitting around with four other guys and like five or six dogs running around and chasing each other

when you see jonghyun you lowkey gasp like wow he’s v handsome irl too bad he’s so rude to me

but then he smiles and walks up to you, looking sort of nervous “hey, um, these are my friends. jinki here is a florist and if you want, we can all pitch in and get the decorations ready for the wedding using the flowers he has”

you genuinely don’t know what to say like you sort of thought jonghyun was just going to make a laughing stock of you but he hasn’t

“aren’t you going to tell me that you’re a better planner than me?”

jonghyun shrugs “i mean, i am, but as a planner i know that it’s important that every wedding goes off without a hitch. i will push away my feelings for the good of the wedding”

it’s not the apology you wanted but you have more important things to worry abt so you’re like great!!! let’s go!!!

and turns out jinki is super sweet and owns this really small flower shop and it’s filled with a bunch of pretty arrangements and stuff

and he was more than ready to give you a helping hand

you gave him all the blueprints and drawings you had ready and jinki was like !!!! i can do this !!!!

and he shows you all of the flowers he has and all the different ways he can arrange them

so you two plan centerpeices and aisle markers and stuff

once you’re satisfied you show it to the other boys and everyone gets to work replicating all the pieces

and you’ve also got to make your own banners like you have to find siLK

and kibum is like dndnsnnsks well i have a ton in my office i’ve got eggshell and pearl and cream and lavender and rose and —

jonghyun cuts him off like we’re on a schedule buddy!!!

so jonghyun decides to take you to kibum’s house since he needs to drop all the puppers off anyways

they’re a bit of a distraction at the flower shop since taemin and kibum can’t seem to leave them alone

and when you arrive you see the pearl colored silk and immediately know it’ll go with the flowers

so you grab it and drape it across the edges of kibum’s desk “so imagine this is the aisle and it dips between each pew with a lil bouquet matching the bride is holding it up”

and as you’re talking you get this huge smile on your face and jonghyun begins to feel bad for being so rude to you over the phone bc

rlly you’re just like him: someone who wants to make others happy

and you both only have the bride and groom’s best interests at heart

it shouldn’t matter who is planning the wedding as long as the couple is happy

but jonghyun keeps this all to himself like he has some pride yknow

he helps you cut the silk and fold it neatly so that it doesn’t get messed up on the way back

and when you guys arrive everyone is amazed bc the colors look rlly beautiful together like all the boys are lowkey getting emo

esp jonghyun he always gets really emotional when he helps w a wedding bc he kind of dreams of his own and he can’t wait for it to be perfect and beautiful and amazing

most importantly he can’t wait to have someone by his side who makes him forget the beauty of flower arrangements and dresses and cakes

anyway so it takes well into the night before all the arrangements are finished

and the boys are already planning on helping you place them in the church and reception hall the next day bc you’re on a time punch and this was all the florists’ job

so they come over and everyone gets started on a different section of the church

jinki tells you and jonghyun to go to the reception hall and set up the centerpieces and everything

jinki lowkey ships the two of you okay

at the reception hall you both just set up the flowers and hope everything will be done before the rehearsal dinner that night, or else you’ll have to tell the bride that she lost her florist

you’re hoping she’ll never find out abt your screw up

when you guys are done you just sit and breathe bc …. finally ….. it’s over and you can rest

jonghyun is sort of close to you like his arm keeps brushing against your shoulder and you catch him more than once stealing glances at you

“thank you,” you say, bc you can’t really put into words how much his help means to you

he nods, “yeah, i guess when the couple books a sucky wedding planner, a mistake like this is expected”

you think he’s being legit and turn your head, almost sad that he still hates you

but he’s smiling at you, a teasing glint in his eye

you push him like dude that wasn’t cool i’m still on edge

but jonghyun keeps talking like “yknow, since i saved the day, it’s rlly only fair that you take me to the wedding as your plus one. that way i can make sure you don’t screw anything else up”

you glance at him again, and notice his ears have turned a bit red “you mean as a date? are you asking me to ask you on a date?”

“no,” he scoffs, “i’m telling you that you should repay me by making me your plus one”

“but essentially you want to date me”

“no i don’t,” he says, but he’s smiling and you find yourself unable to keep your own grin back 

“fine then. jonghyun, do you want to be my plus one to the wedding? i’d really love it if you were my date.”

jonghyun is lowkey super happy that you’ve agreed and reaches for your hand like “well if you insist”

it’s all kind of history from there

let’s just say you’ll have to be planning another wedding soon

;)

jk jk

the end

#shinee scenario #shinee scenarios #shinee fluff #shinee au #shinee imagine #shinee imagines #jonghyun au #jonghyun scenario #jonghyun scenarios #jonghyun fluff #jonghyun imagines #jonghyun imagine #destwrites