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Well, generally, I just try to lick everything and if it's not sweet I put it back.

::It's said completely deadpan; and given Seunghyun's poker face it could possibly be taken seriously, but surely not even he would be weird enough for that....right?::

But. These-

::he points at a pile of macaroon looking things::

These sent my daughter bouncing off the wall after about three; they might be sweet enough for you?

this ain't prom, fool. (open !ristretto 2022 verse.)

what’s a guy gotta do to get something that’s actually sweet around here…? [` it’s only been fifteen minutes and he’s scowling over the fact that he’s made no progress on finding something that looks at least a bit edible. (it’s been a while and he’s still a picky eater!!)] ah, really… [` he finds it funny that he’s only after the food so far, only waving at like two to three people but he’s forgotten how to face half of everybody he’s been close to here— he feels childishly young all over again]

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todae back from honeymoon

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-he snuggles up closer and plants his lips firmly on your jaw, kissing up noisily, teasingly-

Absolutely nothing~

-he lilts the words before wrapping his arms over your broad cast, burying his face back against your sides like you are the world's most collasal teddy bear-

I like your laugh.

/there’s a pause and a playfulness in his eyes when he shrugs a shoulder, cupping your cheeks in his palms when he adjusts himself to lay on his back and stare up at you;

Maybe. I might be. What are you going to do about it?

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Never got an A+ in anything in my life.

-its a white lie, because there are things he gt good grades in, but they go unspoken and the second they cross his mind he shoves them out again, nosing against the soft cotton shirt-

are you laughing at me?

-sits up enough to make big doe eyes at you in the low light-

You never had to share anyway.

/he bites his lip, shoulders shaking in another quite laugh. he’s still giddy from signing the papers, whispering vows, kissing to seal the deal, and now snuggling for the first time as husband and husband in every sense of the word;

You did, though. You must have gotten an A+, huh?

/his fingers scrub through your hair, massaging the back of your scalp as his face nuzzles into the pillow;

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Officially is good. Means I don't have to share.

-whispers, loudly-

I failed that part of kindergarten, after all. 

-beams, sleepy-

But not the hugging part. I did pretty good at the hugging part.

/brushes your hair back, fingers raking through the locks affectionately;

Well. It’s all yours now.

/smiles warmly, nose brushing your forehead; Officially.

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No, just woke up...

-snuggles down, but stretches up to plant a kiss on your chin in return-

Having problems processing, I think. Fingers feel funny. Like I just want to be holding your hand. 

-beams at you, wrapping himself around your torso-

Hi.

/he breathes with a smile, hand sliding over your back and then over your shoulder up to your cheek where he tilts your head up to kiss you again, this time on the bridge of your nose;

Still awake..?

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It's not until he's sure you're still sleeping that he creeps in and places the envelope quietly on your chest, leaning in to kiss your forehead before slipping away to leave for work.

Inside are two things:

One, papers signed for a marriage certificate tied together in a bundle with a blue polka-dotted ribbon. They're entirely in French--and item two might explain why.

Two, there are two plane tickets. To France. Dated November 3. The only reason there isn't three is because Jinae is too young to need a ticket (or will be babysat for a week, that will have to be discussed later.)

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He wakes up at his usual time (later than Daesung, earlier than he used to) to Jinae fussing quietly and the crinkle of paper on his chest. He stirs, eyes blinking open before he tucks the envelope in his second hoodie's pocket and shuffles to life up the baby girl. 

It's only once he's in the kitchen and she's got a bottle and is happily kicking her feet that he gets a chance to open the envelope. 

And then he just smiles, digging for his cell phone, though the brightness on his face makes him feel like he's glowing. 

[TEXT TO: Sunshine Dust] Have I told you lately that I love you~?

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You usually look harried, a little bit frazzled, but not....run down around the edges; red-eyed and dejected and--

"Are you good with vans? I don't usually drive them-" They didn't usually trust him with the heavy machinary. "-not well enough for Seoul traffic...." He looks around at your words, sizing up the crib, the play pen, and nodding as he flops down next to his honorary little brother....

Would you still let him call Jaesun that, with Tablo gone, again? He reaches a long arm over the side of the crib, fluffing downy baby hair up and smiling crooked when Jaesun grabbed his hand with sticky fingers. 

"I can get you to the rental place, if they don't drive it over themselves."

{Text to: Seunghyun} I'm moving. Do you mind if Jaesun an; I stay with you an' Dae while I look for a new place?

Seunghyun blinks at his phone for a second, then replies, and the words come easy this time. 

[Text to: Youngbae] Of course not. Do you want help?

He leaves out the part about having already pulled the curtains. 

You don’t need to know he already knew.

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[Text to: Youngbae] Let me take the baby to Dae and I'll be over.

And twenty minutes later, he's there on his motorcycle. It won't be the best for moving boxes, but it works pretty good for moving him, so. He takes the stairs up four at a time, and he's....still not wheezing when he reaches the familiar door.

And, feeling a sense of finality, he knocks.

{Text to: Seunghyun} I'm moving. Do you mind if Jaesun an; I stay with you an' Dae while I look for a new place?

Seunghyun blinks at his phone for a second, then replies, and the words come easy this time. 

[Text to: Youngbae] Of course not. Do you want help?

He leaves out the part about having already pulled the curtains. 

You don’t need to know he already knew.

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{Text to: Seunghyun} I'm moving. Do you mind if Jaesun an; I stay with you an' Dae while I look for a new place?

Seunghyun blinks at his phone for a second, then replies, and the words come easy this time. 

[Text to: Youngbae] Of course not. Do you want help?

He leaves out the part about having already pulled the curtains. 

You don't need to know he already knew.

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☂

There's a stack of briefcases on the worktable when he walks out of the bedroom, Jinae sleeping peacefully at last. For a second, he just stares at them, blinking, because he's seen those briefcases before-- 

Solid sided, polished to a dull shine, studier than they needed to be, given the contents. 

He takes the top one off, sighing when he looks at the stacks, and stacks, and stacks of cards, perfect condition. All in the exact right order. 

He pulls his cell phone from his shirt pocket, texts: 

[TEXT TO: hyung] i'm selling these all on eBay.

he's not surprised when the phone vibrates thirty seconds later. 

[TEXT FROM: SYSTEM] message undelivered. 

He quietly snaps the briefcase closed again, and goes hunting for his shoes.

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“EE-va?”