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Jisoo and Jung haein (blackpink - ator)

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my way to you / jeon wonwoo | together

➝ Wonwoo x Reader

➝ just pure, disgusting fluff // chaebol!au // est relationship // v domestic

➝ notes: literally nothing but fluff. talks about kids??? heheh lots of soft kissing towards the end. my byun baekhyun agenda 🤍 not thoroughly proofread hehehhe

➝ word count: 5.7k~

➝ summary: Wonwoo has always imagined a future with you but is in no rush to talk about it. But, well, the universe decides otherwise and who's he to say no?

➝A/N: hi!!!!!!!!! i've missed this couple and by brain went brrrrrr hope you enjoy🤍 also, today is my last day of working in my office and my feelings all over the place so hopefully posting this would help me relax a bit 😭

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“Princess, you ready?” Wonwoo peeks through the door of your closet, looking at you who’s still staring into the mirror as you try to figure out what to wear. The distressed face that greets him is enough answer already; clearly you’re not ready yet. He huffs in amusement as he steps into the closet, his arm circling around your collarbones as he catches your eyes through the mirror. “What are you so nervous for? We're just meeting my cousin."

You look at him unimpressed, making Wonwoo laugh as he presses himself closer to you, his arm pulling you against his front.

"Alright, I know you're a fan of Byun Baekhyun but I promise he's just another hyung."

"Another hyung to you. He's THE Byun Baekhyun for me. How could you never tell me your cousin is dating him?!"

"Mmm, did I tell you they have a kid together already?" He says much too nonchalantly, his laughter echoing through your closet at the way you're gaping in disbelief.

"Jeon Wonwoo!" You turn around and hit him hard, though, really, with how buff he's getting, you're sure it's barely even a hit to him. "How did you forget to mention this kind of thing! You know how much I love that guy!"

He bites his lip to hold back a teasing grin, opting instead to squish your cheeks together and gives you a quick peck on the lips before you complain even further.

"Princess, to be fair, it is his personal life. And Yura is, like, my second cousin so I don't talk to her that much unless we have a big family gathering." He grins sheepishly; he knows you've always liked the singer, but it really goes past his head until recently because: 1. It's been quite some time since you gushed over him. And 2. He’s actually not that amused with you squealing over some man even if it’s a celebrity.

Now, he’s not jealous, but perhaps it doesn’t help that he actually knows Baekhyun so it annoys him more than if it had been some other celebrity. Plus, Baekhyun is your biggest celebrity crush; as much as you would’ve grinned and squealed a little over the other celebrities that you like (like Jung Haein, for example), it doesn’t really bother Wonwoo because that’s about it.

But Baekhyun?

You actually, shamelessly, squeal and grip his arm so tight that it hurts a little everytime Baekhyun performs on TV. Ironically, you’ve never attended his concert because your schedule is always packed everytime he’s holding one; you’ve even considered going abroad when he’s on tour, but it seems that the universe simply isn’t letting you see the singer because something always comes up.

Which is why you’re in your current predicament–because apparently one of his cousins is getting married and they’re throwing a party exclusively for the youngsters in the family. And when you’ve asked Wonwoo about the dress code and if there’s going to be media around, he has let it slip that, as far as he knows, some of his relatives are dating celebrities so you might want to dress a little more because he knows you like dressing up.

“Oh, really?” you had asked mindlessly, not actually curious, though your stance on the thing quickly changed the moment Wonwoo offhandedly mentioned that Yura would probably come with Baekhyun. You even asked for confirmation a hundred times that, yes, it is that Baekhyun.

“What is even the purpose of stressing over it?” He frowns in mock annoyance, squishing your cheeks harder. “He has a girlfriend and you have me.”

You giggle at the possessive tone, and you reach to circle your arms around his neck. Wonwoo has to lean down a little to let you do this because of his height, but what’s a little discomfort if he gets to enjoy your warmth like this?

“Is that jealousy, Mr. Jeon?”

You know it’s not. Wonwoo isn’t that kind of boyfriend and it’s very attractive, to be quite honest, the way he’s very assured with his presence in your life and the relationship between the two of you. So you know this is just him messing around, indulging you in your little game because he knows you like it when he’s acting a little jealous.

You don’t have to know Wonwoo is actually a little jealous, not because he feels threatened but because of how absorbed you get when you watch the singer to the point of ignoring him most of the time. Perhaps annoyance is a little more fitting than jealousy.

“Just wear something and be done already.” He pretends to be annoyed, though he still drops another kiss to your lips before he reminds you that you need to leave in fifteen minutes. He doesn’t give you any room to complain, already walking out of the closet to see if there’s any important call he needs to make before he turns off his work phone for the day.

It’s something that you’ve both promised to each other: to turn off your work phones when you’re out for non business functions or out on a date with each other. Chan and Seungcheol would know to call your private numbers if there’s anything urgent you’d need to attend during those time.

The rule came to be after a fight between you two just last month, one that ended up with you refusing to talk to Wonwoo for a whole night because he kept on glancing at his phone when you were supposed to be having your date after so long. Apparently, he already promised one of his partners that he’d be on standby to discuss something, forgetting that he had promised to go on a date with you that night.

Usually, you wouldn’t have minded, but it had actually been months since you got to go on a proper date with Wonwoo with the two of you being busy. Your dates had been reduced to nights in his penthouse or quick lunches in the middle of the days. Which was why you had been quite giddy that night, because as much as you’re glad that at least you got to be with him all that time, you had missed going out and spending time with Wonwoo outside. Hence the fight and everything that followed after that.

Wonwoo’s about to stand up and remind you again when you finally step into the living room, wrapped beautifully in a summer dress that stops right above your knees. You’ve finally let down whatever that was on your head when he stepped into the closet earlier, and he just can’t help but marvel at how you look despite having seen you dolled up countless times. Your makeup isn’t as bold as it usually is during night parties, and he notices you’ve opted to go for a softer look except for the dark ruby painting your lips.

Gosh. Those lips.

“How do I loo–” you laugh a little when he smothers your mouth with his, amused at how he didn’t even waste a second to stand up and press his lips against yours; he’s always had a thing for this particular shade, and you may or may not put that on for that exact reason. You hum into the kiss, ravel on the soft way his palms are holding your face while yours stay on his shoulders because you really don’t want to mess up his gelled up hair.

“Does that answer you?” He whispers after pulling away, a little out of breath even though the kiss is nowhere near intense.

Pink colors your cheek at the way he’s looking at you, and you instead choose to tease him about the color your lips have transferred unto his. You move away to get some tissue, but he gives you another short kiss because he can’t help himself and he really doesn’t see why he should hold back.

“‘Kay, you dork. You said we need to leave in fifteen minutes.” You pull away to hide the warmth that has made its way to your entire face, though you really don’t know why you’d do that with Wonwoo of all people. He already knows the telltale of your everything.

“Right. Do you think it’s possible to change your lipstick? I don’t want Baekhyun to see you like this.”

He would never get tired of the sound of your laughter.

All things considered, Wonwoo is impressed the only thing you’ve done so far after spotting Byun Baekhyun is grip his arm harder.

He hasn’t even seen the hint of you hiding a grin, and he’s about to tease you about holding yourself back when Yura herself makes her way to you with her boyfriend in tow. At this, he almost winces when your fingers actually dig into his skin.

“Hi Jeon.” She grins at him before greeting you too, and you can’t help but notice how beautiful this relative of Wonwoo is. You’ve only met her twice probably, with this being the third time, but you have nothing but good impressions of the girl because she’s nothing like the snobby part of this family. “A bit late to say this, but, about time you two got together.”

You scrunch your nose at this, a comment that you’d never get used to and have heard one too many times after Jeonghan’s parents’ party–which was already six months ago. And you’re still hearing this comment to this day like you’ve just announced your relationship with the Jeons’ youngest heir last week.

“This is Baekhyun, by the way, you might’ve heard of him,” Yura introduces her boyfriend like he’s not literally one of the best selling singers in the country. But you suppose being around rich businessmen has made Yura aware that a lot of people in this circle aren’t always aware of celebrities.

Wonwoo does the honor of introducing you, and you almost burst into a grin when Baekhyun says he’s seen you in business magazines from time to time, and he’s heard about the foundation you’re currently running; that he admires you for doing it and that he’d be happy if he can take part in it in anyway.

At his words, you finally release your lip from the confinement of your teeth and smile widely; being his fan is one thing, being a part of Daisy Foundation and listening to your idol taking genuine interest in the good cause you’re helping is another. After that, conversation flows easily, because you’re no longer standing there as his fangirl, you’re standing in front of him as one of the founders of Daisy Foundation and you inform him on your upcoming activities that he might be interested in.

Roughly, it’s only been about three months since the foundation was established because preparation takes time and you need to hand over your assignments to your successor in the company. Even so, you and Shua are already flooded with donations because of the announcement that spread through after the party. Plus, it helps that you both are used to this, so you’re really just doing your usual stuff on a bigger scale.

“Look at you, talking confidently with your idol.” Wonwoo whispers once Yura leaves, his breath tickling your ears. You smile abashedly at him, more giddy at the prospect that he’s interested in your foundation. He even leaves you his private number, promises to arrange another schedule to talk about it properly because he really wants to be a part of this good cause. 

“I’m just glad he turns out to be an actually kind person,” you say instead, your soft smile and the way you sigh in relief prompts him to smile too. He doesn’t say anything at that, simply kisses your head and steers you to your assigned table because the party is about to officially start.

It’s about an hour later that you spot Baekhyun and Yura again, this time with an adorable little kid that seems to be two or three years old. You send a questioning glance to Wonwoo, one that he answers with a nod because he knows you’re asking if the child in question is their child–one that he mentioned just a few hours ago.

You didn’t get to ask anything more though, because the family has made their way to where you’re both at and you can’t help the soft grin that made its way to your face at the sight of the small child. You’re not the biggest fan of children; you don’t hate them, but you’re really just indifferent. Yes, some of them are cute, but that’s about it.

“This is Sera, our child.” Yura introduces as she carries her daughter and she hides herself in her mom’s neck and, frankly speaking, this is the first time you ever feel like squealing at the sight of a child. “She’s a bit shy, sorry.”

“It’s okay. How old is she?” You smile, trying to get Sera’s attention by tickling her leg.

“Turning three this year. She’s fairly quiet for her age, though.” It’s Baekhyun who answers, and you can almost hear the pout in his voice–perhaps he wishes she was more talkative than she is now.

“Mmm. Lots of the kids that go to our art classes tend to be that way too. We only have three to four kids around her age though, so what do I know?” You shrug with a grin. “Do you like to color, Sera?”

Something that you said grabs her attention, and you hear Yura giggle when Sera whispers something softly as you melt at the interaction. Wonwoo observes the scene in amusement, having never seen you gush over a kid. He listens to the pair ask you about the course kids her age usually take in Shua’s studio, and you happily answer as you flail your hands here and there to explain the program to them.

Sera seems to warm up to you real quick due to this, and Wonwoo really should know better than to let his guard down because his heart almost bursts when he sees Sera extend her arms to you, asking for you to carry her in her silent way. He thought that was it, but something blooms in his chest and he really almost loses it when you grin and take her in your arms, making the girl giggle at the way you’re bouncing her up and down.

Her giggle eventually turns into laughter, her short arms wrapping around you and Wonwoo thinks he can’t take anymore of this when you turn to him with Sera in your arms, looking at him with eyes reflecting all the stars in the sky and grinning bigger than he’s ever seen.

“You like that, baby?” you say in a small voice, making Sera laugh harder at the way you’re tickling her belly.

Wonwoo decides he’s had enough, so he clears his throat and takes Sera from you, carrying her in his arms and lets her smooch his cheek because she’s always liked to do that. It would be much better for his heart to see you play with Sera in his arms than the whole thing he’s witnessed earlier. He’s loved you enough already, there’s really no reason to make his heart swell even more and fill his head with the image of you carrying your own child.

The thought of starting a family with you has always been something that Wonwoo tries not to dwell too much on. It’s much too dangerous. As much as he believes you’re both are it, your relationship is still pretty new and he doesn’t want to entertain those thoughts for now. Plus, he’s never really talked about it with you for the obvious reason of your relationship having only been going on for less than a year, but he knows you’re pretty much indifferent when it comes to them in general.

Huh. Do you want a child?

Woah.

Back pedal, back pedal.

This is not the time to think about that.

“Maybe we should enroll Sera in your class.” He hears his cousin say, zoning back into the conversation at hand. “She seems to like you a lot. It’s not often that she gets comfortable with someone this fast. Do you teach also or…?”

“Well, not always. But I can tell you when I’d be teaching so Sera can take the class when I’m around,” you offer and tell them that you understand why they might be uncomfortable or more worried if she’s handled by the other teachers though you assure them they’re all good.

After talking some more, the little family decides to go around again to the dessert stall; as Sera has actually just arrived with her babysitter, hence why she wasn’t with them earlier. 

“You really went from not knowing Baekhyun has a child to getting cozy with said child in one day, huh?” Wonwoo nudges you, a little surprised when you simply hug his arm and bury yourself into his shoulder. It’s not often that you’re shy, at least not in front of him, but with the way you’re biting your smile and hiding in his shoulder, it’s clear that you have something in your mind that you don't intend to share with him just yet.

It’s later that night that he finds out by accident. He’s in the bedroom waiting for you, wondering if you forgot you need to wake up early tomorrow because it’s been an hour since you said you’d just call Chaeyoung real quick before you join him for bed. He meant to go down to remind you it’s almost midnight, but he finds himself hovering by the stairs, heart almost stopping at your giddy tone.

“She’s so cute, Chaeng. You know I’m always a little eh with kids, right? But she’s so cute and she hides her face in my neck and stuff? And she kisses Wonwoo too! Gosh, my heart almost goes out of my chest when he holds her–Mmm. What? Not really, no. I’ve… never talked about it yet with Wonwoo, to be honest?”

A pause, and then.

“Mmm. Yeah. Our children, huh?”

You don’t know how Wonwoo barely sleeps that night with you sleeping soundly in his arms, your words followed by your soft laugh replaying in his mind over and over again.

Our children, huh? Never really thought about it before, but it does have a nice ring to it.

Frankly speaking, Wonwoo has never thought he’d find himself in such a predicament.

You haven’t been replying to his texts all day, but he knows you’re packed today with classes and everything. Seungcheol isn’t replying either, but that assistant of yours might’ve simply run out of batteries because it wouldn’t be the first time.

But when he gets home early for once and hears you before he even sees you, he definitely didn’t expect you to be on the sofa with Sera happily snuggled to your chest. 

Nope. He’s definitely not strong enough for this.

“Hi.” You grin, waving Sera’s arm as the little girl babbles his name.

“Not that I’m complaining but… why is she here?” he asks after his heart starts beating again. It’s an exaggeration, but that’s really how it felt like for a second there.

“She’s in class earlier but something came up with her babysitter who usually waits around, and her parents aren’t able to pick her up til dinner so I offered to take care of her?” Your explanation sounds unsure, and Wonwoo presses his lips together at how adorable you look right now with Sera on your lap.

After what he accidentally overheard almost two weeks ago, this really isn’t helping him with his mission to get rid of the thought. He looks down at Sera, safely snuggled into your chest as her short fingers grip the neckline of your shirt. Your arms are wrapped around her, and he can’t help but think how domestic all of this seems to be.

Fuck. How would it feel to come home to you and his child cuddled together like this?

He shakes his head in hope it’ll shake away the thought, and when you ask if he’s okay, he sends you a tight smile and drops a kiss to your cheek, telling you he’s going to wash up and that you should order in for early dinner even if it's barely 6 in the evening. Sera would be famished otherwise and you did mention her parents would only be able to pick her up somewhere after eight, anyway.

He didn't expect you'd let it go that easily. But somehow, that’s enough to satisfy you, and Wonwoo turns to head upstairs, ears red when he hears your pitched up voice talking to Sera, asking if she wants chicken also.

God knows how much he needs fucking shower to cool down before he explodes.

But, apparently, God decides he’s only allowed to cool down for nothing but a short moment because you’re nuzzling into Sera’s cheek when Wonwoo returns to the living room. He’s starting to believe he’ll just die a happy man by the end of the day. He doesn’t even care if he’s exaggerating at this point; he’s seen you with kids before, but he’s never seen you so whipped with one that he doesn’t know how to react.

Is he even being obvious with his staring?

He doesn’t really care either.

“You ordered already?” He asks to get out of his trance, to announce his presence while he’s at it. He needs you to pull away from the child because he’s too young for a heart attack. 

“Yeah. But they say it might take longer because they’re busier than usual.” You stand up from your seat and take Sera into your arms, walking to where he’s at for reasons that he doesn’t understand.

Perhaps you want to see his soul leaving him up close with how domestic you’re looking right now. God, you’re not fair at all.

“She’s been calling for her Uncle Wonwoo.” You scrunch your nose and hand her to him. You melt at the gentle way he takes her from you, at the way Sera quickly wraps her arms around his neck and giggles when he asks if she’s been good.

If you’re to be completely honest, the thought of having kids never really occurred to you even though you’re completely enamored by the man beside you. You’ve imagined getting married to him (yes, you already have even though it’s only been months since you realized you’re romantically invested in your best friend), but it has never crossed your mind that you might want to have a child with him for the sole reason of you’ve never really been fixated at the idea of being a mother–a parent with how yours treated you.

Well, until that talk with Chaeyoung, that is.

Seeing Wonwoo like this makes your inside buzz with something that you’re not familiar with. It’s not unpleasant though, and you welcome it with every fiber of your being. It makes you a little flustered, but you don’t really mind because how can you if you get to see Wonwoo smile softly at Sera and poke his nose into her cheek to make the little girl laugh.

It’s almost two hours later that the both of you end up sprawled on the sofa, with Sera on your lap and your head leaning on Wonwoo’s shoulder. The three of you are pressed against each other, Sera is falling asleep with her head against your chest and the two of you whisper to each other as not to wake her–whatever’s playing on the TV long forgotten and its faint sound serving as nothing but background noise.

“I’ve never seen you like a kid this much,” he says as he presses a kiss on your temple. His eyes travel to the fingers gripping the material of your shirt, and then to your palm that’s rubbing her back up and down to lull her to sleep.

“Me neither.” You grin up at him before your palm moves from her back to her hair. “But she is so cute though. Do you think I might be biased because she’s Baekkhyun’s child?”

The look Wonwoo gives you would’ve made you snort loudly if not for the little angel on your lap, so you settle for a soft laugh before you caught your lip between your teeth to stop yourself from laughing louder.

“Kidding,” you add when you don’t feel like laughing anymore, and then presses your cheek to his shoulder to tell him how she’s probably the most peaceful child you’ve ever seen so that probably helps. “She’s so excited in class, Won! But she tries so much not to be too messy even though we said it’s okay?”

Wonwoo stays silent as you continue to talk about the kids in your classroom, another episode from today’s open class, and then Shua who is still overwhelmed about the sudden responsibility. He’s always liked it when you do this, just go on and on about your day and what’s memorable because you want to share it with him. It makes him feel like he’s a part of your day even though he’s not physically there to witness them all the time.

When the intercom finally beeps, it’s almost ninein the evening and Sera is soundly asleep against your chest, her arms limply stay on her sides. Wonwoo goes to the door as you stay there, not wanting to wake the girl up. Yura almost squeals when she sees the position you’re in, and you smile sheepishly at Yura as you tell her that the girl has been asleep for about 30 minutes.

“I’m so sorry it took me long,” she apologizes as she tries to take Sera from you. “Baek is actually outside the country and my dinner appointment was in Incheon. The traffic to get here… God. I’m never attending dinner meetings anymore if it’s not in Seoul.”

You shake your head and tell her it’s okay and you had fun; that you’re glad you’re able to help. Yura thanks you both once again, Sera now curled in her arms, and promises that she’d treat you both for dinner some time for this favor. She doesn’t forget to thank you also about the class, mentions that it’s obvious now Sera is comfortable with you like with no others.

After Yura leaves the penthouse, you finish what’s left over your dinner and clean up before you take turns to shower. You’re sitting against the headboard when Wonwoo steps out of the bathroom, scrolling something in your phone–an action that you immediately stop once you see him already fresh in his pajamas, then pats the space next to you like that’s not where Wonwoo is heading to already.

He immediately dives into your neck, startling you a little, his arms wrap around your waist as he maneuvers the both of you so his head is laying on your chest as he listens to your erratic heartbeat. Gosh, it’s embarrassing how things like this still get a reaction out of you.

“Long day?” you ask as your fingers start to comb his hair. It’s something that comforts him, you found out only recently, and you’ve been doing it since when you feel like he’s extra tired or he’s simply there on your lap. “Sorry I didn’t get to text you the whole day.”

“Not really. Just feel like holding you.”

It’s not funny the way your breath gets caught on your throat at the obvious tone he’s using; like it’s just a well known fact you should already be aware of. Something blooms across your chest, and you’re sure Wonwoo is just being kind by not addressing the way your heartbeat picks up at his words.

“When did you get so cheesy.” You pretend to grumble even if you know Wonwoo knew how much you like it when he says things like that out of nowhere.

He chuckles softly, and then lets go of you to sit properly and pulls you into his lap instead. You don’t complain at the sudden change of position–why would you?–and you settle into the crook of his neck, sighing in satisfaction at how comfortable this feels to you. How natural too, like you’re meant to be with him this way no matter what.

“Can I ask you something?” You think you know what he’s going to say and you’re not sure you’re ready for it yet, but you nod anyway and trace his kind with mindless patterns. “What do you think about kids?”

Despite knowing the answer already, you’re still unsure how to answer him directly, too shy to say anything. You don’t want to make him awkward though, so you hum as if pretending to think even though the words are already on the tip of your tongue.

“Whose?”

Wonwoo blinks, amused at the way you’re baiting him. He’ll take anything though, and he’s just glad you’re not being weird about it.

“Ours.”

He can hear you take a sharp breath at his answer, feel the way your fingers stop moving and the way you press your head deeper into his neck. He’s not in any place to judge though, because he can feel his ears getting hot too at the topic of this conversation. You haven’t even talked about marriage, but you’re already talking about kids though Wonwoo has no one he’d rather talk this with but you.

After all, he doesn’t think he wants to have any kids if it’s not with you.

“I don’t know,” you whisper honestly, and Wonwoo takes your finger in his because you’re fidgeting a little, perhaps nervous from the topic. “I… have never really thought about it until recently but… I’m not against it… I think?”

Wonwoo almost laughs at your unsure tone, finding you adorable for no reason at all. God, he’s even more whipped now that you’re together and it’s not even funny. On the other hand, he feels himself relaxing at your answer; he knows you, and he knows you would’ve said you don’t want kids if you really don’t. So this means that at least you’re considering it–considering having kids with him. It’s not going to happen anytime soon, Wonwoo thinks, but it still makes him happy to know this is how you feel.

“How about you?” you ask back, your voice tiny.

He hums, his fingers that aren’t holding yours find purchase in your hair as he combs through it.

“I don’t mind anything as long as it's with you.” He answers honestly, his tone so genuine that you don’t even have it in you to tease him once again about being cheesy. You even tear up a little, because what did you do to receive a love this big?

You pull away from him to meet his eyes, and he sends you a soft smile that gets you giddy inside that you can’t not return the smile. The two of you spend a few moments just like that, looking at each other with silly smiles on your faces without words. It’s you who break the silence, though your eyes have moved from his eyes, instead focusing on the way your fingers are intertwined together before you say your next words, almost making Wonwoo combust inside.

“I think I don’t mind kids too if it’s with you,” you say shyly, not able to look at Wonwoo in the eyes as you say this. His heart soars beyond limit, but it's not even a second later that it breaks into pieces when you continue your words. “Though… I… I won’t be like my parents, right?”

“Oh, princess,” he whispers sadly, his palm reaching for your cheek to caress your skin. You close your eyes at the feeling, and you lean into his touch because it’s always the source of your comfort. “You won’t, okay? I promise we won’t. You trust me, right, love?”

You open your eyes as you nod, heart melting at his new favorite nickname to call you.

“You know I will call you out if you do something you’re not supposed to and I know you’d do the same for me,” he reminds you, eyes never leaving yours the whole time. “And that’s why we’re good, okay?”

“Okay.” You return his smile, though after a few moments it turns into a giggle and Wonwoo asks what prompts your laughter. “Isn’t it funny? We’re already talking about this when we haven't even talked about marriage yet."

Wonwoo grins at this, no longer caring that his heart is beating to a very erratic rhythm because this talk is too good to be true. He didn’t expect to talk about kids and marriage this soon with you. It’s something that he keeps to himself because he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s rushing you. He’s happy with keeping it to himself too, as he himself definitely isn't in any rush, he’s content having you by his side, happy that you’re both happy together. That’s already more than he could’ve asked.

“Yet?” he teases despite everything. “So you do think about getting married to me.”

You roll your eyes even though you can feel your face getting hot at his words, but you don’t deny anything and simply mumbles that he’s annoying. Thankfully, he doesn’t want to torture you any longer, and he chuckles a little more before pulling you back into his lap, sighs blissfully when you bury yourself into his neck and your lips graze the skin there.

It’s not long until you end up kissing each other; but just like your relationship, there’s no rush there–only your lips against his over and over again. The way he holds you is gentle, almost like he’s afraid you’ll break if he holds you a tad bit tighter, and your fingers don’t root themselves in his hair like they usually would–they’re simply planted on his shoulder and the back of his neck, playing with the tip of his hair.

No one fights for dominance, and you hum in pure delight when Wonwoo retorts to giving you short pecks over and over again, eventually making you laugh at the ticklish feeling against your lips. In the end, you pull him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck, and he returns the gesture by wrapping his around your waist, the content sound that leaves his lips as he’s kissing you sends shivers down your spine.

“I love you, alright?” he whispers tenderly, his lips touching yours everytime they move even the slightest way. “Always remember that.”

You nod, pressing your lips together to hold yourself back from crying. And even though you don’t say it back with your words, Wonwoo knows exactly what you mean when your lips find their way back to his.

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Nome do personagem: Han Sunwoo. Faceclaim: Jung Haein - ator. Nascimento: 26/09/1990. Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, coreano. Ocupação: Policial. Bairro: Joyang-dong.

TW na bio: Desaparecimento, internação psiquiátrica.

BIOGRAFIA

No dia 08 de março de 2001 a família Han decidiu dar início a uma viagem. A família de classe média se viu interessada a meses pela cidade de Sokcho, mais especificamente seus famosos pontos turísticos, e foi apenas no dia 08 que a viagem pelo local se iniciou. Mas foi na madrugada do dia 13 de março de 2001 a família Han frente a frente com o inferno. Nessa noite, um dos gêmeos do casal simplesmente desapareceu.

Han Jungwoo de 10 anos havia ido para a cama por volta das 21 da noite, acompanhado pelo seu irmão mais novo, Han Sunwoo. O casal Han Bora e Han Hyunsoo se mantiveram acordados por mais algumas horas, conversando na varanda da casa alugada pelo casal, mas pouco antes das 1am, já alcoolizados, decidiram se recolher.

Era por volta das 4:30 am que a matriarca, Han Bora ouviu barulhos. Imaginou ser um dos meninos acordados, então foi de encontro ao quarto em que ambos estavam, mas se separou com uma cena chocante para si. Han Jungwoo não estava em sua cama. Ela o procurou pela casa, pelo terreno espaçoso, mas não o encontrou. Nesse momento, decidiu perguntar a única pessoa que poderia saber o paradeiro do menino, o seu irmão gêmeo mais novo que ainda dormia na cama.

As palavras calmas e gentis logo deram lugar aos gritos descontrolados que acordaram o patriarca da família. Os toques sutis e acolhedores logo deram lugar aos chacoalhos brutos que assustaram o menino, que por sua vez se viu despertando em frente a uma imagem caótica. O membro ao qual toda a família orbitava em volta não estava mais na sua cama, sua mãe aos prantos e gritos o chacoalhava e o perguntava incessantemente onde o seu irmão estava, o segurando com tanta força que sequer o pai conseguia a separar do pequeno corpo amoado e amedrontado na cama, enquanto o pequeno por sua vez não fazia ideia do que estava acontecendo. Após a polícia chegar, ele se viu ouvindo os gritos histéricos da mãe, o culpando por ter deixado que levassem o seu irmão, enquanto o pai tentava abafar toda a situação, tapando as orelhas do menino e o olhando nos olhos. Daquele dia em diante, Sunwoo se viu conhecendo o desespero.

Não demorou para que a busca policial pelo local começasse. Na cena do crime não haviam quaisquer rastros, não haviam sinais de arrombamento, não haviam pegadas nem manchas de sangue. Era como se o pequeno garoto houvesse evaporado no ar. Toda a família se comprometeu 100% com as buscas, o que incluía o pequeno e agora culpado Sunwoo. O tempo foi passando e nenhuma pista foi encontrada, muito pelo contrário, quanto mais procuravam menos coisas achavam.

A família Han possuía uma loja em ascensão em Seoul que era responsável pelo sustento da família. Com o desaparecimento de Jungwoo, a loja ficou fechada por tempo demais e, temendo pela falência da família, Hyunsoo decidiu voltar para a capital, enquanto a mulher e o menino permaneciam em Sokcho para procurar pelo desaparecido. Foi durante esse período que a saúde mental de Bora começou a entrar em declínio.

Em suas primeiras crises, Bora começou a trocar a identidade dos meninos. Ela acreditava que Sunwoo havia voltado para Seoul com o pai e Jungwoo estava consigo, aproveitando das férias em família. O pequeno Sunwoo por sua vez não a contrariava, já que aqueles eram os únicos momentos em que ela não estava gritando histericamente e o culpando. Porém algo estava acontecendo, já que o pai entrava cada vez menos em contato. Foi no dia 26 de setembro de 2004, no aniversário de 14 anos do Sunwoo que o homem entrou em contato pela última vez. Desejou ao menino felicidades pelo aniversário, pediu desculpas e nunca mais ligou novamente.

A mãe desequilibrada se perdia cada vez mais em seus delírios. Começou a ver o seu filho desaparecido em todos os cantos e passava o dia interagindo com os fantasmas dele pela casa. Sem saber o que fazer ou como exatamente lidar com aquilo, o adolescente assistiu a mãe definhar até se entregar de vez a loucura. Era comum os moradores a encontrarem perambulando pelas ruas a noite. Até que certa vez, um policial a encontrou machucada em uma das construções abandonadas da cidade. Foi daquele momento em diante que o que sobrou da família se viu amparada. Sunwoo viu naquele homem um refúgio e pela primeira vez desde o desaparecimento do irmão, se viu admirando alguém.

As crises da Bora foram se tornando cada vez piores. Em algumas delas a mulher se tornava extremamente violenta, batendo no garoto enquanto gritava e o culpava, para segundos depois entrar em transe, o chamar de Jungwoo e dar a ele tanto carinho que mesmo anos depois ele nunca se acostumava. Tal salvador acompanhou tudo de perto e decidiu intervir quando viu que o garoto estava começando a demonstrar os mesmos sinais de psicose da mãe. Bora então foi internada em uma clínica psiquiátrica em Seoul, enquanto o garoto foi mandado novamente para a casa dos pais, descobrindo apenas na sua chegada que o pai havia se casado outra vez.

A chegada do garoto na família paterna foi conturbada. Ter que lidar com uma pequena nova irmã, uma madrasta abusiva e um pai omisso quase lhe custou o restante da sua saúde mental. Ele se viu fumando ainda na adolescência, usando identidades falsas para comprar cigarros nas pequenas lojas de conveniência pela cidade. Foi em uma dessas compras que ele conheceu o policial Dohan.

Dohan era um homem honesto, conhecido pela região por seu coração grandioso, sempre ajudava a todos em volta, e a admiração da população em torno dele era grande. Tamanho homem prestou a Sunwoo um papel paterno ao qual o seu próprio pai se omitia. Foi com ele que Sunwoo parou de fumar, voltou a estudar e suas notas passaram a ser cada vez melhores. Era sempre a ele que Sunwoo corria e contava todas as suas conquistas, era dele que buscava consolo quando era massacrado pela realidade, e era dele que recebia os mais diversos conselhos. Foi com ele que o adolescente encrenqueiro passou a se tornar maduro e acima de tudo, a admirar a corporação policial. Apesar de não ter muito contato com os demais PMs, era da delegacia que o encontrava, era andando pela cidade com o homem que aprendeu sobre as patrulhas, e que acima de tudo, tal vislumbre e admiração cresceu. Dohan era um entre um milhão mas Sunwoo não fazia ideia.

A admiração pela polícia se tornou tão grande que ele sequer conseguia filtrar os certos dos errados. Aos olhos do garoto, todos os policiais eram como Dohan, todos eram homens honrosos, todos eram honestos e se importavam apenas com uma coisa, o bem estar da população. De repente, o brasão amarelo sobre o fundo azul para ele se tornou um símbolo forte demais. Era o símbolo daqueles que lutavam contra a podridão do mundo, era o símbolo daqueles que se arriscam para proteger o cidadão. Ser um policial era mais do que usar uma farda, ser um policial era ser símbolo de dignidade, honra, lealdade. Era lutar por uma cidade fragilizada, era manter a ordem e acalmar os corações aflitos. Ser isso se tornou o principal sonho do garoto, que ainda ouvia os gritos da mãe em seus sonhos.

Quanto mais contato ele tinha com Dohan, mais admirava toda a fantasia que cegamente acreditava ser real. Mais sonhava com tal vida, com tal privilégio. E foi pensando nisso, pensando em trazer paz a mente cansada da sua mãe, que aos 19 anos, decidiu se alistar.

O treinamento não foi fácil. Ele se viu prestes a desistir várias vezes, mas ainda assim dava tudo de si em tudo o que fazia. Foi assim que as inúmeras menções honrosas se iniciaram. Em pouco tempo ele se tornou o mais rápido, suas imobilizações eram fortes e efetivas, o físico se tornou cada vez maior, a mira se tornou impecável. O seu tempo em cada uma das corridas de obstáculos diminuíam cada vez mais, o tornando o melhor dos cadetes de todo o pelotão. Mas foi em meio a toda a luta diária, que ele recebeu mais uma notícia ruim, sua mãe havia se matado no hospital psiquiátrico.

Ele se viu completamente sem chão. Seu principal motivo para estar ali era trazer paz a ela, era achar o corpo do seu mais precioso filho e deixar a mulher enterra-lo com dignidade. Ele ainda esperava que ela pudesse se recuperar caso acabasse encontrasse o filho desaparecido. Por isso o choque da morte dela o fez entrar em uma espiral de negatividade enorme. Daquele momento em diante dormir se tornou difícil. Os pesadelos eram cada vez mais frequentes, a noite do desaparecimento se tornavam mais e mais vividas e agora eram acompanhadas de algo que ele sequer viu mas o assombrava como nunca, a mãe pendurada no teto pelo pescoço segurada por alguns lençóis.

Em um dos treinamentos o seu treinador, o capitão Choi Junseo o chamou em um canto. Não era novidade para ninguém que Junseo era um homem tão direito quando Dohan. Conquistou cada patente através de muita luta e a sua honestidade nunca sequer foi questionada. Junseo era especialista em casos de pessoas desaparecidas, tendo 90% de sucesso nos casos em que assumia, o que o tornava famoso entre qualquer agente. Casos com o capitão na liderança eram casos resolvidos e famílias felizes, e a sua competência era reconhecida pela nação. Com ele, Sunwoo aprendeu sobre investigações e não apenas isso, como demonstrou um talento fora do comum para tal. Também foi com ele que o agora rapaz de 23 anos começou a trabalhar. Por mais que seu foco fosse encontrar o irmão perdido em Sokcho, seu início de carreira foi em Seoul, conseguindo a sua transferência apenas dois anos depois.

Daquele momento em diante, para honrar a mãe e trazer descanso a alma incansável dela, ele iria iniciar as suas investigações independentes em Sokcho. Também se comprometeu com apequena força local, dedicando todo o coração e alma a corporação. Ele jamais trairia qualquer cidadão, jamais envergonharia a camisa azul que usava e acima de tudo, manteria a honra, integridade, e lealdade a polícia. Seria um policial totalmente leal a sua corporação e honesto para com os cidadãos.

OOC: +18. Temas de interesse: Todos.

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Loyal

Prompt: #58 – “Are you upset with me?”

Pairing: Jung Haein x reader

Genre: drunk au / morning after fluff / suggestive

Warnings: anyone who has watched Haein act out a drunk scene may possibly enjoy this way too much lol.

A/N: I couldn’t find who requested this story in my inbox but I remember it being requested so I’m sorry I can’t appropriately tag you!

Word count: 1327

Blearily, you sat up when the light from the hallway shone on you, your nose crinkling up as the stench of the new arrival in the bedroom stumbled closer.

It wasn’t every night Haein went out with his friends, and that was probably why you had forgotten just how much alcohol he could manage.

Still, he was clearly smashed right now.

“Go wash up,” you told him sternly and he nodded mindlessly, still standing in the room. Shifting the covers back, you slipped out of the bed and reached for his hand, smiling when he followed you into the bathroom obediently. “You need some water too.”

“You’re so good!” he exclaimed, pointing in a direction that wasn’t yours. “Take such care of me!”

“Uh-huh,” you agreed loosely, patting Haein on the shoulder. “Well, I’ll get you the water if you clean yourself up a little, how about that?”

He hummed longer than needed as you left him to it in the bathroom. Once returned with a glass of water, you closed the bathroom door after reiterating to clean up before coming to bed.

Normally your partner was pretty self-sufficient, even when intoxicated. Settling back down into the bed, fully knowing that he would brush his teeth and that would help some with the stench, you allowed yourself to half fall back to sleep.

Haein wouldn’t be long.

However, when you rolled over and found the side of his bed empty and cold, you sat up, listening for sounds around your home for Haein.

It was far too quiet for you to simply lay back down in peace. With sudden concern that he had passed out in the bathroom, you flung the blankets off yourself, darting out of the bedroom and into the adjacent room, frowning when you found it vacant. Turning on your heel, you hurried into the living area, heaving a sigh of relief when you found him sprawled out on the couch.

“Haein?” you called softly, rubbing his shoulder in attempts to stir his drunken stupor. He jerked awake and then smiled lazily up at you.

“Wow, you’re so pretty!”

“And you’re still in your clothes. Aren’t you uncomfortable here? Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“Mm, bed. With you.”

“That’s right,” you enthused with a smile, supporting his weight as you made your way down to the bedroom again.

Turning to him once you arrived, you started to unbutton his dishevelled shirt. He allowed you to take it off his upper body, giggling and swaying with shy happiness. You couldn’t stop smiling either when he pointed at you and remarked for the umpteenth time about how attractive you were.

And then he grabbed at your hands when you reached for the buttons on his slacks, shaking his head dramatically. “Oh no.”

“Why not?”

“We can’t.”

Rolling your eyes exasperatedly, you shook him off and tried to reach for his waistband again. Haein still protested. Shooting him a disgruntled look, you groaned. “I’m not going to do anything to you. Not in this state.”

“I can’t have you touch me.”

“Why not?!”

He leaned in towards you, swaying again so he placed a hand on your shoulder to balance himself as he breathed into your ear. “You’re gorgeous but I have a girlfriend already so I can’t sleep with you.”

“…What?”

“I might regret it but I’m too loyal to do anything with you.”

“Haein, I’m your girlfriend.”

He waved you off as he bent down to pool his clothes together before prompting laying down on the floor. Merely staring at the man now seemingly comfortable on the floor, you let out a scoff.

You should have been thrilled. Even this drunk, he knew his heart was yours. But given he was talking to you, it made you a little frustrated as well. Deciding since he had made his bed and laid in it too – literally – you went around him and climbed back under the covers, turning your back to the man sleeping on the floor.

You were certain you’d laugh about this tomorrow, but right now you were going to let him sleep off the alcohol and deal with him in the morning.

Haein didn’t wake up until close to noon, and you were busy in the kitchen making yourself some lunch when he finally stumbled out of the bedroom, whining as he alternated between stretching his body and cradling his stomach. After finding some water and guzzling it down, Haein moved in behind you and attempted to rest on you.

“I’m never drinking again.”

“Sure,” you curtly responded, shrugging him off a little and trying to hold your amusement inside. You wanted to know how much he remembered about last night’s conversation before you decided if you were making enough food for one or two people.

“Are… are you upset with me? Did I wake you up?”

“Don’t you remember?” you asked, scrutinising Haein’s hesitant expression only long enough until you could feel the rise of a snort in your chest. Returning your attention back to the stove, you shrugged. “You seemed pretty adamant last night.”

“Only bits and pieces,” he confessed, scratching at his hair. “Did I do something dumb and earned my place on the floor?”

“You put yourself there,” you corrected and Haein leaned back in confusion.

“I did?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“Oh, it was after you decided you had to remain loyal to me.”

“I’m not following, Y/N,” he admitted honestly and you turned around, unable to hide your smile. Haein eased some. “You’re not mad at me?”

“I should be on some level. You reeked and you slept on top of your clothes when I asked you to change and leave them in the bathroom. But, you were needlessly adorable and so I can’t be upset with you.”

“Oh god, what did I do?”

“You told me I was pretty about ten times,” you started and Haein tempted fate, smiling as he moved closer to you again.

“At least drunk me has good eyesight then.”

“And you chose to hang off the couch out here instead of coming to bed, which worried me. I came to bring you to bed.”

“That doesn’t sound like anything-”

“I was helping you out of your clothes since you seemed incapable of doing it yourself when you told me I couldn’t take your pants off.”

“I … did?”

Nodding, you let out a giggle before continuing. “Want to know why?”

“Of course.”

“You couldn’t cheat on your girlfriend with me.”

Radio silence.

“I-I said that?”

You nodded. “Gosh, I wish I had recorded it somehow. It’s amazing I didn’t laugh myself to sleep. Whilst I was trying to process your statement, you piled your clothes up and promptly laid down on them to sleep. You weren’t going to risk sleeping with anyone other than the person you love.”

“But that’s you!” he exclaimed, eying you carefully before his eyes widened. “You’re really not making this up!”

“I wish I was.”

“Well, I mean… are you proud of me?”

“Which part? The drinking too much,” you offered first, and your boyfriend diverted his gaze. “Or the fact that you are ridiculously loyal?”

“I’ve already vowed not to drink again.”

“And?”

Taking you in his arms, Haein grinned at you. “You are beautiful. I’m so glad I was stunned enough to act like that. Had I realised it was you, maybe I would have let you take it all off of me.”

Slapping his arm as he laughed, you turned back to the food you were making, Haein moving along with you, snuggling into your back comfortably. “Is any of this for me?”

“I’m not about to let you starve. It was hard enough to leave you on the floor last night.”

“You’re too good to me.”

“And you’re lucky you love me as much as you do. Let’s sleep in the same bed tonight though, okay?”

Haein smirked. “With or without clothes on?”

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[thong-in-the-twist]

Persona (non) grata

Summary: oldie but goldie - police&criminal!AU

You’ve learnt not to talk about certain things at a pretty young age. You didn’t understand that back then. Children don’t understand why they are not allowed to say some things. They take the censorship at the face value – it’s just another thing that parents impose on you, like wearing pants and washing your teeth. Another stupid rule to make your life a little more boring. To make you more like them.

But then you’ve learnt that you are one of those few whose censorship is stronger than the rest.

Take the simple question: what your parents do? It’s an easy question, that is being asked a lot at a certain age. It’s greeted with smiles and proud answers, and follow-up questions whether you want to be like your mom, your dad, your whoever.

Your answer was usually greeted with small oh and awkward stares. If you were lucky.

If you weren’t, it resulted with parents forbidding their kids to play with you.

That’s what you get when your parents are criminals.

They weren’t bad parents. You were fed, and loved, and clothed, and scolded, and raised – but the money supporting the family came from various sources, none of them totally white, totally legal.

Up till the end of the primary school you even had a permanent place of residence, your parents, though shady, part of the community.

Until the big job came around, and with it big money, and pretty nice wanted poster, which your parents still keep as a weird family photo. They were proud.

They were loaded and proud, and you were loaded and lonely. Except for constant police surveillance. As if you parents were stupid enough to appear in front of you. They left you with squeaky clean laundered money, and arrays of house ladies to cook, to clean, maybe even to raise you.

But you didn’t go around answering questions like: who are your parents? Why they never come to see you?

*

You met him for the first time in front of the building of your high school. Half of the kids came with their proud parents, and you passed them indifferently. Even if one day you felt a pang at that, it wasn’t there anymore. And your mom called you in the morning to wish you good luck on the secured line.

You weren’t dysfunctional family – just – different.

And there the boy was, all smiley and happy, kind of embarrassed to be driven to school by the parents, waving them away. His father patted him on the back, mother kissed his cheek – looking smart and professional in her fitted suit. She sported high ponytail, that made you kind of want to replicate that.

Your eyes locked with boy’s father as you were passing them, and you bowed politely, and he narrowed his eyes at you, while mother squeezed her son’s shoulder. The boy himself spotted the sudden interest of his parents behind him, and he turned around to look at you.

You winked at him, earning yourself an uncomfortable cough from the cop that used to be part of your surveillance team, and detective that is probably still on the force trying to catch your parents (as soon as they are back from the non-extradition country that are currently at).

*

The boy takes to eyeing you. In the beginning you only met on corridors, since you were in a different classes, but every time you saw him, he was looking at you with a curiosity chiseled into his futures – soon enough everyone believed he had a crush on you.

But you knew better.

Either he didn’t know why would you greet his parents, and he was dying to find out, or he knew and he saw you like this curious specimen, the abandoned child of thieves.

This changed in the second year, because you ended up in the same classroom. It took him three days, before he was sliding on the chair in front of you during a break, chin resting on the backrest. He looked at you until you looked up.

“Yeah?” You asked, trying to sound as withdrawn as possible. He narrowed his eyes at you, but then he smiled, relaxing his face.

“So… What’s the deal with you?”

*

You didn’t answer back then, and you didn’t answer hundred questions that came after the first one. And he kept trying. He kept pestering you day after day, week after week, month after month, apparently deaf to all the kids’ teases about his helpless crush.

And boy, was he persistent.

You told your mom about him, and she laughed and laughed, and then called your father to say how hilarious it would be if their son-in-law was son of the cops.

You didn’t join in with the laughter.

*

He stopped pestering you in the third year. After vacations he came back taller, way taller than you remembered him, and his face lost most of his childish appeal – making way for sharp angles and pronounced bones.

His eyelashes were always dark and nice, but suddenly they started catching your interest.

But he no longer came to slide on the seat in front of you, or next to you, whichever was empty to ask you who you were. Now he was sitting down at his own desk, with open book, studying as hard as he could. It wasn’t weird – he wasn’t the only one to do that, you were seniors after all.

You didn’t make much out of it – you weren’t that keen on studying, that’s the only thing your parents couldn’t force you to do. They were making more money stealing than 90% of university graduates.

So while your classmates were studying you found a new group to hang out with. With fake id in your hand you were learning the hedonistic ways of life. Clubs, karaoke bars, even your own house. All was the place for debauchery.

But you quietly attended your classes, more to make sure that they didn’t have a reason to call for your parents (because it would be a hell to pay for you if they did) than to receive the education. You had to suffer through countless consultations about your future, what you should study, where you should study. It took one outburst of my parents are criminals, no need for me to study for your teachers to never take you on one of those again.

Somewhere in the middle of the year you overheard your room teacher talking to your math teacher about how curious the life is. To have in one class the kids of both cops and criminals, with both of them wanting to follow in their parent’s footsteps.

That’s how you learnt that Haein was studying to become a cop.

*

His parents came to the graduation. Yours didn’t. You greeted them just like you did back on the first day of high school, and Haein looked at you, old curiosity sparked anew. His parents were as taken aback as they were those three years before, but even you couldn’t spoil their day.

After taking pictures with parents and friends he ran after you. He asked for a photo, and it was a first time he asked you something different than what’s your deal, so you said yes. You smiled and raised victory sign to your face as you looked into his camera.

He smiled brightly, head tipped to your side, took picture and thanked you afterwards.

*

You saw him again two years later, while out in the club. The night wasn’t any different from those countless before. You didn’t know why he happened to be in this club, but at the same you didn’t know why you were in this particular club either. It seems like things like that just happen.

You saw him, or rather he saw you, when you pushed in next to him at the bar, laughing with a random guy you met a moment before.

You waved the bartender and turned to the guy, when you heard your name spoken with a note of doubt. You turned around to face the caller, Haein, whose face lit up when he saw you.

You did the talk. How are you, how is life, what have you been doing? Your answers were short and brisk, but it didn’t put him off. It seemed like he genuinely wanted to know how you were.

You learned that police academy was coming along quite well.

Your dancing partner for the night ordered shots, and forced one into your hand. You took it as a rescue it was. You downed it, and threw a short see you around, and drugged the guy back to the dance floor.

*

Next time you saw him it was a rather awkward meeting.

Your car was hit by another car, while Haein was out on his patrol, and he happened to see it – so he forced the driver to wait for the owner of damaged car (you), since it seemed to be really luxurious. Because it was.

Nearly five years passed since you graduated high school, but neither of you changed. His face lit up when he saw you, and the sheer wonder at your car made you uncomfortable. Maybe it wasn’t best money could buy, but it was pretty close.

It’s been really long since your parents’ money started making money. At the same time your money, were making money as well, all in legal investments. You were managing the legal part of your parents’ empire – not being allowed to touch anything that wasn’t perfectly legal or squeaky clean.

You settled with the other driver quickly, and he drove away as soon as he can, leaving you with Haein. He looked like a model citizen in his uniform, reminding you of boy scout. He eyed your car long enough for you to grow uncomfortable.

“I know it’s been years…” He said suddenly, turning to you while you drank vending machine coffee on the street, leaning against street railing. “But seriously, what’s the deal with you?”

You shrugged, not answering, and you downed your coffee, ready to hit the road.

*

You father slipped. It was bound to happen, sooner or later, and you were surprised it lasted so long. Most of the empire came tumbling down, your mother fleeing on her own, but you didn’t worry. Not much anyway. Your mother would be fine, settling in a new place, forming her new kingdom, your investments were safe, and your father… At least you knew that for the first time in years you’d be able to see him anytime you wanted.

In prison, after a fair trial. Obviously. He joked that it was his retirement.

But he could still be acquitted. Things like that did happen too.

But you got called in for questioning. It was something you couldn’t just skip and even if you considered it unnecessary hassle, and you still had to go.

You were prepped half of your life for this to happen, so you didn’t flinch when they led you to interrogation room. You sat at the table on the uncomfortable chair, not having to try to look bored. You were bored.

And you knew that they were trying to shake you up by leaving you alone for prolonged period of time – probably looking at you though the mirror.

When the door finally opened and detective came in, you were in for a surprise. Or maybe you expected that?

Haein looked a little shaken, and though his face did not lit up, his eyes looked as if they did. He sat down in front of you, his eyes snapping to the mirror, and it made you wonder whether his mother was behind the glass. After all her team was the one to catch your father in the end.

Which made you wonder where in the force was Haein’s father right now.

“Congrats on your promotion.” You said, and he looked up surprised, and he smiled a little, before he schooled himself realizing he shouldn’t have done that.

“Well, thank you. I would like to ask some questions, if you wouldn’t mind?” He said, trying to be serious, and you smiled.

“Ask away, but you do know, since, well, we’ve known each other for quite a long time, that while I don’t mind you asking, I am not about to answer anything.” Haein snickered a little, his eyes jumping to the mirror, as if checking if people behind it saw him lose control.

After that he was all professional. Asking questions, one by one, and you refused to answer every single one of them. It was a dreary and dull process, but finally you were done.

“Well, at least now, I know what was the deal with you.” He said as he walked you out. You said nothing, but at the main entrance you stopped, and asked the very first question of your own.

“Was my family a frequent guest in your family’s dinner discussions?” Haein smiled apologetically.

“Yeah.”

*

Courtroom is filled to the brim. Reporters, reporters and reporters, with miscellaneous crowd thrown in the mix, they are all here to see your father, and usually – to see the justice be served.  

Your father looks old. Older. And tired. Way more tired than when you saw him for the last time. Was it junior high? High school? You don’t remember really. You exchanged photos, and they did contact you on a weekly basis, but to see him in real life – that was first in ages.

And people gawked at you as well. The daughter of the criminal. Filthy rich daughter of the criminal, still walking free, but probably she’s next in line. How bold of her to come here. How bold of her to be in this sacred place, where the justice will be served.

You’d like to say that it bothered you. That you feel the modicum of shame. The truth is – you don’t. You are not ashamed of your father. You are not ashamed of being in the courtroom.

To see the justice be done.

Although you are not sure that it will be done.

Police with prosecutors froze your father’s assets. But they didn’t froze neither yours nor your mothers (and it’s not like they found all of your father’s accounts anyway). So your family, in the world where money is power, wasn’t powerless.

Of course he had the best lawyer. Not in town, no. Your mother flew him into the country, to ensure that your father would be back with her in less than a year.

And you came to see if it was possible.

You notice Haein sitting in the first row, probably to serve as a witness.

Sure enough somewhere in the middle of the pre-trial, he is called to the witness stand, and your father sends you a surprised glance. You shrug, even though you are surprised that he remembered about the boy that used to pester you in high school.

*

Haein catches up with you after the trial. You don’t greet him, but you allow him to fall in step with you.

“You saw your father.” He says, hands in his pockets.

He looks nice in the formal uniform. Better. Taller. More responsible. You still remember him in the fluorescent traffic vest.

“I did.” You answer, moving your bag to your other arm. You have no idea why, but you didn’t like it being between the two of you.

As if he could steal something from you.

“You’ll be able to see him more often now, I guess.” If it wasn’t Haein, smiley, clueless Haein, you’d consider the sentence offending. You’d stop, and you’d put on your sassy attitude to put down the person trying to undercut you.

“I will enjoy it, while it lasts.” You say, because that is what you plan to do. His hand suddenly grabs your arm and he jerks you to stop.

“What does it mean?” He asks. You are taken aback, and you brush away his hand, and he seems embarrassed when his hand drops to his side.

“It means that you are not going to put him away, Haein.”

*

You stop going to see your father trial after the third day. It’s a sad play really.

They try, oh boy, do they try. Evidence after evidence, expert after expert, witness after witness, and the lawyer throws them out one after another. It’s methodical, meticulous, and really, sad to watch. The frustration in the court is palpable, judge pleading the prosecutor to bring something undefeatable. Reporters ceasing stopping with their stories, because of the unsatisfying plotline.

It’s never fun when the bad guys win.

Money. There is nothing more powerful than money.

You are being cynical, but it’s hard not to in the world that you found yourself in.

*

Haein comes to you. It’s surprising, really. You don’t remember if he ever reached out to you on his own. He usually came to you when you were in the vicinity anyway.

But you don’t show how surprised you feel, when you assistant leads him into your office. Office which looks like CEO’s office.

Because that’s who you are.

“Haein.” You greet him, as you never did, and his eyes snap to you, and he nods. He looks like detective, but it shouldn’t be surprising – he is one.

You sit in the armchair, and he sits on the couch. He says yes to proposed coffee, and you sit in silence waiting for your assistant. He looks out of the window in the meantime, clearly impressed with the view.

You look at Haein.

He is fidgety. Not like him. He doesn’t want to be here. Or he doesn’t want to say what he is about to.

Coffee comes, and he finally looks at you.

“Did your mother send you?” You ask before he gathers himself enough to speak. He blinks and takes a sip of your coffee. Your own blend.

You take the cup in your hand, but you don’t drink. You warm your hands.

“Yeah.” He says, when he realizes that you are not going to let him avoid the topic.

“To talk me into testifying against my father?” You pose it as a question, but it is a statement.

“Yes.” He answers after a moment of silence. His voice is quiet, when he does it.

You exhale, you put the cup down on the saucer  and you stand up, Haein looking after you as you walk through your office.

“Does she know that we are in no relationship, that would justify this kind of plea?” You ask, rhetorically, and you stop at the doors, opening them for him.

He looks taken aback and shaken, and you don’t understand that. What did he expect after coming to ask to snitch on your father. He gathers himself and stands up.

“I think she realizes that I’m open to the idea.”He says, as he walks to you.”Maybe it’s her way of punishing me for that.”

He walks out, and turns on his heel.

“Goodbye, Haein.” You say flatly, closing the doors, not addressing the confession you just received.

*

Come to think of it, it’s not surprising. Not surprising at all. You should have expected it sooner. Maybe even back in high school.

Maybe he had a crush on you back then, and he tried to get over it after you graduated – but you were constantly appearing in his life. For a moment, with long periods of not existing in his life, but often enough to throw him of his track.

Or maybe that was his trick to somehow force you into testifying against your father.

Which would be really futile.

It isn’t only about you two being family, and you being loyal – you actually know nothing about the crime he committed. It happened years ago, before you went to junior high, and the statue of limitations is only few years from now. You know nothing.

But it’s still inappropriate for him to even consider asking.

*

To national outrage, your father goes free. For the first time in years, he can freely walk on the land that belongs to your country.

At least until they find some new evidence. Or he commits another crime and gets caught. Which is unlikely at this point.

In his own words, which he utters to you before flying back to reunite with your mother, he won’t do anything that would jeopardize him walking you down the aisle during your wedding.

Which would be lovely, if he didn’t ask about Haein back there.

You don’t know. You saw him briefly during the last day of the trial, looking pale while sitting next to his fuming mother.

He still looked dashingly handsome.

*

It’s weird how easy it is to fall back and live your life the way one used to.

Except is not.

Haein’s confession wasn’t explicit or romantic in any way, but it is all that occupies your mind, when you go out clubbing, when you went go out on dates, when you work, when you shop, when you rest.

It’s there. Constant maddening reminder of… What exactly?

A person that sees you in you, despite coming from different family.

Or so you explain to yourself.

But you don’t seek him out. You are in no position to do so, and your pride wouldn’t allow you to do so. And now, with nearly two decades of you living on your own, having a company is not high on your list of priorities. It seems more like a choir.

Your parents take on asking about Haein with every call. They are still using the secure line, your father got away with not-murder, but no one is about to push your luck to check whether your mother could repeat the trick.

It’s like high school all over again, with your parents being as persistent as Haein once was.

*

Another criminal was caught. Embezzling money, bribes, black market. One arrest shook the world of others like him.

He is a businessman. Owner of his own company.

Company that you used to deal with – sometimes.

The moment you see the news, you call your legal department to leave some special instructions – because search and seize warrant is a possibility.

But you are a gambler, and you are quite sure, it’s not going to happen.

Haein comes. With few police officers and another detective. Your assistant leads them in, except for the officers – no reason for you to entertain the pawns. You are drinking coffee when they enter, already sitting in the armchair, and you refuse to stand up to greet them.

Not when they arrive hostile.

“I’m willing to cooperate.” You say, putting the cup on the saucer. Haein and the other detective exchange glances. The stranger looks wary, but Haein, smiley, clueless Haein doesn’t.

He smiles, and comes to sit down on the couch, asking if he could get a cup of the amazing coffee he had here last time. The stranger approaches slowly, as if not understanding what was happening.

You call for your assistant and you decide for the other detective and you get two coffees for them.

This time you exchange empty pleasantries with them, while waiting for their coffees.

You allow them to take a sip of the beverage, before you speak up.

“How can I help you?”

The other detective sputters, and he immediately puts his coffee down, while Haein seems to enjoy it.

“Ma’am…” Starts the stranger, but you don’t really want to listen to him.

“Before you say anything, I want you to understand, that, by default, I am quite distrustful of the police force. Which I hope is not surprising.” You say, Haein seems thoughtful as he analyses your words. The other one seems just taken aback.

But before he says anything, Haein turns to him slowly, and subtly shows him the doors.

Even if the detective feels insulted, he doesn’t show that.

“So…” Prompts Haein, after the doors behind the spare one closes.

“I prepared all the documentation regarding my company’s dealings with the defendant.” You say, fixing yourself in the armchair, your body turning more to Haein.

He blinks, once, twice, and then smiles.

“How about preparing the documentation regarding your dealing with feelings for me?”

You blink, once, twice, and then you laugh.

*

You kissed him right there, back then. The thing itself wasn’t new. You kissed and fucked fair share of men in your life, and the basics felt pretty similar.

But having Haein be the one to stare at you, when you pulled away, forehead against forehead – that was new and exciting.

Soon enough information is out that you and your company is clear, nothing illegal in your documents. You know that, and you knew that before – because you stayed clear of anything illegal in your life.

Except for your parents and their money.

But what was yours in paper? It was legal.

*

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Whispers Haein, and you ignore him, like you used to do so many times back in high school.

However, for the first time in your life, you probably should acknowledge him. But with all your respect (or lack of thereof ) to armed forces there are things that you always wanted to do.

And detective boyfriend is your… Permit.

“Really not a good idea.” He whispers, looking around his shoulder.

“The more you talk the longer it takes.” You whisper back sternly, and he turns back to stare at you, and you stare back at him. It last long enough for him to deflate a little, obviously realizing that you are not going to change your mind.

But when he rolls his eyes you can see the shadow of a smile on his lips.

“Ok, let’s get on with it.”

As if he’d really be able to say no to you sucking him off in a cell.

*

“Are you into roleplay?”

That is not an appropriate question to be asked in your office, so you look up from your computer screen. You are sitting at your desk, and Haein is sprawled on one of your couches with cup of coffee in front of him. His notebook and pen are laying on the coffee table, and there is also an open file, but you refuse to look at it.

Haein’s head is resting on the backrest, and he looks at you quite thoughtful. You don’t answer, trying to show him that it’s not a question to ask in your office.

His head rolls back, and he looks at the ceiling.

“I guess you are.” He mumbles, and you raise your eyebrows. You say nothing focusing back on your work. “You did get me off in the cell.”

“That doesn’t mean that I’m into roleplay though.” You say dismissively.

“Yeah.” He agrees. In the silence that follows you manage to write an email, and you nearly forget about the topic, when he follows: “that would be awesome, though.”

“Oh, really?” You ask, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“Yeah.” He says, and his eyes are sparkling, a smile tugging at his lips. “Cause I thought about officially introducing you to my parents, and that would require us playing role of upstanding citizens.”

Through the mirage of emotions, the most baffling one is your appreciation of him using the pronoun “us.

*

“Are your parents flying in?” It turns out Haein likes to ask you questions when you are in no mood to answer them. It was true years ago, and it’s true now.

You turn the page in your book.

“Well, my father is flying in.” You answer. Which should be obvious – it’s not like you are going to walk yourself down the aisle. Haein, smiley, not so clueless anymore, Haein, grabs your hand and kisses the engagement ring. You know that his way to show that he understood what you tried to imply.

“Is your mother flying in?”

Your mother is flying in. She would never skip your wedding, that’s for sure. But the thing is, with half of Haein’s department, and half of yours city police invited, it’s not like she is going to be sitting at one of the tables at the reception.

But you’ve worked it out. Your family has means to do weird shit.

“Nooo…” You say, and you actually look up from your book. Haein laughs at you.

“Oh my god, you used to be a better liar.” You close the book on your thumb, and you hit him with it.

“Well, I’m not going to tell you that!” You say indignantly.

“C’mon, that’s unfair!” He says, but to be sure he grabs the book out of your hand and puts it away. You are not happy with that, since you don’t know the page, but then he is hugging you, and bring you close, and you hit his arm, annoyed. “I want your mother to be there! She is going to be my mother-in-law!”

“I am pretty sure that your mother wants her at our wedding just as much.”

Haein doesn’t have to consider that even for a moment.

You both know that is one hundred percent true.

*

“One, two, three, and… smile!” You smile, but as soon as the photo is taken, you look to the side annoyed. Your father shrugs apologetically.

You had no idea that your family is so big!

And that half of them are criminals just like your parents (which horrified Haein informed you about, as soon as they started gathering). It is going to be one hell of a wedding, really. One half of the wedding hall filled with cops, the other with not-so-upstanding-citizens.

Haein’s head appears in the doors, and he pauses for a second when he sees you. He saw you in the wedding dress few times already, but the pure admiration does wonders on your ego.

He came to tell, that it’s about to start.

Well, sure as hell it won’t start without you, but you nod, feeling the adrenaline strike. Haein doesn’t go immediately, opting to stay a second longer, biting his lip, and you smile at him, brightly, feeling how happiness bubbles in your gut, and you wave him away.

In like half an hour he is going to be yours.

Your father offers you his arm, and you look at him in need of reassurance.

He pats your hand on his arm, and together you leave the room you’ve been confined in for the last few hours, and you walk together down the empty corridor. You need to stop yourself from fidgeting on your heels, but it’s really exciting and nerve-wracking to be standing in front of the double winged doors, knowing that there is Haein waiting for you at the end of the aisle on the other side.

The moment you the doors open, you realize that you were right about having one hell of a wedding.

Your mother decided to just show up. Wanted criminal sitting at the close family places, just next to the aisle, across from Haein’s mother. The top detective trying to catch your mother.

But the music is playing, and you go down the aisle, with your father at your side, and Haein looking at you with eyes bright, and broad smile, and that’s all you wanted to see.

Although you can still see your mother waving smugly to Haein’s mother and you realize that it’s not going to be good.

*

Hell breaks loose after the vows. The moment the rings are on, and Haein and you (now husband and wife) kiss, Haein’s parents stand up – probably to clap, but that alarms your mother and she bolts upright and runs out of the building.

Immediately half of the Haein’s part of the wedding hall jumps to their feet to go after her, to what your own family reacts by standing up to stop them.

In seconds you and Haein are left alone in the wedding hall. He is still holding you, and your hands are still on his nape as you look at all the empty space. You can hear people shouting outside, and you can here running and cars, and police sirens, and that is just ridiculous.

You turn your head to look at Haein, and he was just waiting for that.

He kisses you, slow and deep, tongue sliding along your teeth, lips pressing hard against yours.

“It’s been years since I asked that, but seeing what happened here…” He says when you finally part, and you realize that you no longer care what happened with your family (and Haein’s). From this point onwards, you two are the family. “What is the deal with you and your family?”

[ichigoromi]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐞-𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐁𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝! | 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

Yes, it's inspired by that drama. You guys know who I'm talking about if you watched it too; JUNG HAEIN! Bro, he is so cute and handsome, definitely one of my favourite actors.

Imagine, Atsumu having a long-time crush on his older sister's best friend and decided to pursue her after returning from abroad.

PLEASE LET ME LIVE IT THROUGH THIS HEADCANON! IWANTSOMEONETOCALLMENOONATOO!

Yeah, that's it for my fangirling!

Pairing: Miya Atsumu (timeskip) x fem reader! (she/her)

Genre: Romance, fluff

Warning (s): Age gap of four years, older female-younger male relationship, everyone's legal!

a/n - let's just pretend the Miya Twins have an older sister!

Enjoy!

Miya Atsumu

He never thought he would see his crush again, and when he saw her, he felt his heart flutter like when he was in middle school.

She was still beautiful but gave off a more mature vibe, and she looked even more lovely than ever.

Miya Atsumu has fallen for his older sister's best friend again.

His older sister, Rina, knew that her best friend puts friendship over anything, including love.

When Atsumu first confesses to you, you were in high school, and he was in middle school, and you just flat out reject him because you're not interested in a younger guy.

He never gave up, and you truly treasure your friendship with Rina, and getting into a relationship with a younger man, was never your thing.

Eight years later, you finished med school and return to Japan to complete your residency; you were glad to be back.

And Atsumu decided to confess to you again, in front of his parents, his twin and his older sister.

Like last time, you straight out reject him.

So, he needs some help from his siblings.

Rina sat on the sofa, with her arms folded across her chest, and Atsumu was hugging her and begging her to help him.

"Tsumu, I can't help when she's so stubborn. I told her that I'm okay if she wants to date you. But, she treasures our friendship, and you're younger." And he lets out a deep sigh.

"What's age gotta do with love?! Nee-san! Please! Help me!" He was getting really desperate, and Osamu had the most cliche idea.

"Make her jealous." Rina shook her head.

"She's not goin' to fall for it. Remember, she already hates younger guys, but she loves food if you catch my drift." Atsumu and Osamu look at their older sister in confusion.

"Ask her to treat you food. Get closer to her by her common interest. Anyways, she's going to work in Osaka, so go and ask her out for dinner or lunch. Idiots." She shook her head and went back to her room.

Atsumu had a eureka after what his older sister had said.

"Samu! I know! Watch me get my girl!" He cheered and ran to his room.

"He's been sayin' that for eight years..."

You felt your older sister staring at you intensely as you enjoy your ice cream after dinner. She kept on staring, and you got tired of her staring at you.

"What? Why are you staring at me?" You frowned at her, and she continues to shake her head as she rubs her baby bump.

"Did the volleyball kid ask you out again?" It seems like the whole neighbourhood still knows about Atsumu's ongoing crush on you.

"Yeah, he did. So? I'm not into younger guys." She shook her head at you.

"My dear baby sister, love is not about the age. It's about the person. Ya, know, give him a chance and see how it goes. There's no need to be serious."

Everyone around you was telling you to give the poor lad a chance. You sighed and head up to your room to collect your thoughts.

Atsumu did grow up well over the years, and when you first saw him in eight years, you were slightly blushing over how well he looks after years. And, that blonde hair, oh, it did look damn well on him.

You want to deny it, but god damn, he looks dashing as hell.

Rina: Ya know, I really don't mind you two dating. Give my baby bro a chance. He stays in Osaka too; ask him to bring you around.

You: You too? I can't see him as a serious partner.

Rina: Atsumu changed. I know for sure. Babe, you never know. Tsumu might be your one.

You: That's what everyone says. Fine. One date. One date is all he gets.

Rina: Okay, one date.

You let out a sigh after you ended your text conversation with Rina. On that date, you would go on this date with him and hope he realised that you are not for him.

Hopefully.

Nope, it only encourages him. You two went on a dinner date at one of your favourite restaurants, and all is well, but you don't feel the connection between you two. Atsumu just won't give up.

You remember so vividly before he heads back home.

"Nee-san, I won't give up. I'll make you see that I'm the man you deserve!"

And he left after sneaking a kiss on your cheek.

You moved to Osaka to start work, and somehow he got hold of your work address and sends you and your colleague lunch.

Not gonna lie; it was kind of...cute.

None of your ex-boyfriends went this far to woo you, and you appreciate the gesture.

You don't want to own him, so you invited Atsumu to your place so you can make dinner for him, as a thank you.

---

Atsumu was all smiles when he received your invitation. How could he reject that precious invite? His teammates noticed that he was a lot focused and in high spirits in practice.

"I got a date~!" He sang as he waltzed into the locker room.

Bokuto cheered, and Sakusa gave him a blank stare.

"Shouldn't ya be happy for me? Come on! Cheer louder!" Sakusa just smacks him with the towel, and Atsumu immediately shut up, but he can't hide the big smile on his face.

"She's the one?" Bokuto asked, seeing him being so happy after a text from you.

"Yeap, she's the one."

Your place is exactly what he imagined; it was neat, comfy and homey. You were dressed more casual in a large t-shirt with a pair of grey sweats. He walks around your living room, and he sees the photos that you hang on the wall.

Then he spots the photo that you took with him before you left for the States.

You two were wearing your yukata at the summer festival, and he was blushing heavily beside you.

"Tsumu, dinner's ready. What are ya starin'?" He shook his head and went to sit at the dining table. You made a three-course meal, mussels in white wine and garlic as the appetisers, shrimp Aglio olio as the main dish and creme brûlée for dessert.

You watched in anticipation as he takes the first bite.

"How is it?" You asked, watching his face.

"It's so good! Where did ya learn to cook?" He asked as he took another bite.

"I learn it through cookbooks and online. Eat more." You pat his head and watch him eat. It was interesting to see someone enjoying your food.

Your other boyfriends never show such reactions, and it was heartwarming to see him enjoying your food.

Atsumu finally registered that you just pat his head and even told him to eat more.

Are you finally opening up to him? He smiles and digs into the delicious food that you made.

Maybe...dating a younger guy might not be so bad.

After that night, you two start hanging out more often, and Atsumu regularly updates his siblings about his progress with you.

Your colleagues noticed you were smiling more and begin opening up to them, probably because of Atsumu's influences. He would occasionally pick you up from your workplace and go out for dinner dates.

And since he is famous, the paparazzi caught wind of the professional volleyball player Miya Atsumu and his new potential partner.

Fans were quick to find out who they were, and Atsumu's side tried to control the situation.

"I'm sorry, I thought I was discreet enough." Discreet? This man was open about his love for you.

"It's okay. Just tell them we are friends." Friends? Is he getting friendzone again? After waiting for so long?

He ain't having it.

You were about to get up from your sofa; Atsumu traps you in between his arms.

"Friends? Can you tell me how you feel about me? Honestly? Please? I've waited for eight years, and I want you to tell me honestly. Do you like me? Because I love you for a long time."

Your heart beats rapidly as you stare into his dark brown eyes.

"I...I like you." You shyly confessed, and he gaped at you.

"Can you say that again? Oh my god, can you please say that again?" He sat down beside you and pulls you onto his lap.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your forehead against his.

"I said, I like you a lot." You whispered, and he breaks into this big smile that you love.

"Can I kiss you?" He stares at your lips.

"Yes." And he pulls you closer to you and plants his lips against yours. Honestly, it was the best feeling ever, kissing you. He has been waiting for years to do this, and he finally can do it.

You pulled away first, laughing, then he joins you laughing.

"This is the best! Can I sleep over tonight?" You nod, and bro, it's the best sleepover that you have experienced.

Don't tell Rina, or else she would be sad :(

AHHHHHH! MY HEART IS FEELING SO FUZZY AND WARM!

I hope you guys enjoy this because if you don't like it, I like it. If you enjoy this, and if it's not your kind of headcanon, I have other Atsumu headcanons that you might enjoy!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

[elijahkangs]

( jung haein. 33. cis man. he/him ) — hey there, ELIJAH KANG !! are you headed off to FATHOM MUSIC or TO GO CAMPING ?? i knew i’d find you heading that direction since you’re not currently busy as a FIREFIGHTER. of course i know that : you’ve lived in serendipity since JUNE 2020. people have a tendency of saying you’re RELIABLE & OBSERVANT but RESERVED & DISTANT. you also really have the vibes of freshly brewed coffee, shy glances, a pensive saxophone during the night, and rescuing cats from trees. see you around !! ( eri. 23. gmt+8. she/her. )

OVERVIEW

FULL NAME:  elijah kang NICKNAME(S):  eli, lij, ‘lijah AGE:  thirty-three ETHNICITY:  korean SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  demisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:  demiromantic RELIGION:  catholic SPOKEN LANGUAGES:  english (fluent), korean (conversational)

PRESENT DAY

elijah is the resident firefighter. when he’s not tackling an inferno, he’s on call for emergencies, be it medical or something as trivial as fetching cats out of trees. unless it’s a police-related issue, the fire department will respond. people in serendipity know him as being extremely helpful, and asks for his aid beyond his paycheck. need to repair your roof? just ask elijah. he has trouble saying no.

PERSONALITY

elijah’s a pretty shy guy. while he isn’t some bumbling idiot, he’s the type to leave parties early. it, however, doesn’t mean that he’s unfriendly—just a private person. heck, his hobby is camping. alone. he doesn’t really let his guard down around people, and doesn’t like being vulnerable or asking for help.

MISC HEADCANONS

he can sing and play the piano and guitar! no one would expect it. he won’t ever sing in public though. he’s a bit of an oldie music lover, and owns a collection of vinyl records.

if he isn’t helping solve small crises around town, you can most likely catch him at fathom music, 1-2-3 fitness, and urban crag.

his ultimate thing is camping. he loves spending time in nature and feeling like he’s the only person in the world.

he has been single since… forever. not even a single hook-up. someone, shake him up please!!

APPEARANCE

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE:  black, cropped closed to the scalp EYES:  brown HEIGHT:  5’11” BODY AND BUILD:   muscular. actually fit af. CLOTHING STYLE:   a no nonsense kind of guy, he usually just wears jeans and a black or white shirt. the best he can do is plain polo longsleeves. someone please help him be fashionable. SIGNATURE SCENT:  i imagine him to smell like freshly washed clothes!

[granadilla]

hai~ i felt sad with the shortening of eps too. imagine the cuddles and emotional comfort we could have gotten with those 4 eps. i'm rewatching it again for the 3rd time ❛ ֊ ❛

yes exactly!! there are so many little details we could’ve had and i feel like the last two episodes were a bit rushed :( it’s sad how broadcasting companies value ratings over quality and this drama proved that! and as much as i love jung haein...they shouldn’t rely on him too much for the ratings? like i saw lots of people saying it should’ve been a hit because he was in it.. 

but omg!! the 3rd time alr wow! i think my most rewatched dramas are because this is my first life and w (two worlds)! what are your favorite kdramas?

[ramblesandreviews]

Laboum celebrating their first win with their s/o

Yujeong

She would call you as soon as she was back in her dorm. There was a lot to talk about with managers and such she had to wait until she was done with that to call you

You two would celebrate by going on a nice picnic, you had offered to cook but she knew you were a terrible at it so she prepared the food

Yujeong would want to talk to you about how happy she felt and how proud she was of the group because they had all worked really hard

When you let her know you were especially proud of her because she was such a good leader to the girls she couldn’t stop blushing and smiling

She felt so happy to have this moment to share with you and that you were proud of her

You, in your gleeful proud state, stopped a random guy walking in the park to tell him your girlfriend won first on music bank 

“My girlfriend is the leader of the most hardworking girl group, you should listen to them and buy their latest album,” you said to the bewildered park goer

Yujeong touched your arm and told you to stop annoying the nice man 

when you two walked away she thanked you for helping promote laboum

honestly she loved that you were so supportive

ZN/Jinye

She asked one of the managers for his phone to call you as they milled about backstage after the show was over

could barely get the words out because she was so happy/crying

you had already been watching and were crying as well, knowing your girlfriend’s many years of hard work had paid off

you told her you were taking her out somewhere special

you took her to the amusement park and rode all her favorite rides 

then you stopped by the gift shop and let her pick out whatever she wanted

she loved that you were spoiling her but didn’t want to abuse your generosity 

so she bought you two matching couple hats

jinye could not think of a better way to celebrate her first win than eating good food and going on roller coasters with the person she loved the most

totally got back to the dorms and told the girls every detail of her date with you

Haein

Haein waited until she and the other girls had celebrated to have her own private celebration with you

you had called her that day shortly after you got out of work

you could hear her smile through the phone

she was happy you had been watching, she made a joke about solbin’s crying face and you heard  a displeased solbin in the background

she asked you where you were planning to take her

you told her it was a surprise but after she did her cutest aegyo you gave in and gave her a hint

y/n: “it’s one of your favorite activities”

h: “so i can cross out the gym”

the following day you arrived at her dorm with roses in hand for her

then you two headed out and while you drove you made her wear a blindfold she didn’t get why all the secrecy but-

when you arrived you took the blindfold off, you were outside her favorite store

y/n: “I wanted to spoil you with a shopping spree for all your hard work”

she pulled you in for the most heated kiss you’d ever had together

when she pulled away she smirked, “a shopping spree isn’t the only thing i’m being spoiled with tonight right?”

you laughed, “if you keep kissing me like that you won’t be getting any sleep.”

you shrugged and kissed you again, “i can live with it.”

Soyeon

called you the second she was off stage she was so excited

she wanted to see you right away to celebrate but she had to celebrate with the girls first

so the day after they won you two planned a whole day together 

starting early in the morning going out for breakfast

she was so happy that her company had increased their allowances that she paid for it

afterwards you two went to a few museums and art galleries 

she took pictures everywhere, wanting to forever remember the day

you told her how proud you were and she thanked you she had noticed you’d been looking at her differently all day

she had more confidence now and you loved it

you loved how happy she was

at lunch you two went to another restaurant and this time you paid

then you two went to see a movie 

after the movie you went to dinner at her favorite place and you told her to get anything and everything she wanted

again you paid but didn’t care how expensive it was because soyeon had the biggest smile on her face and her belly was full

you stayed over at the dorms a little bit and cuddled

she took one more picture, a selfie of you two, and made it her phone wallpaper

Solbin

Solbin wanted to call you as soon as they got off stage but she was wrapped up talking to so many people she didn’t get a chance to

you showed up outside their dorm with flowers and take out of her favorite food

you ended up treating all the girls to dinner but you and solbin ate alone in their bed room while the girls ate in the living room

you told her how happy and proud you were of all of the girls and even slipped in how cute solbin looked crying

she hit your arm “(y/n) you’re lying I didn’t look cute but I couldn’t help crying I was so happy”

you listened as she told you how it felt

after you were done eating you asked if she wanted to go on a late night walk

she agreed, if only because she’d eaten too much and was so full

solbin stayed close to you, wrapped herself around your arm

in the cover of night she confessed how scared she’d been that they would never get a win and her other worries about the group

as the face of the group she had a lot of pressure and was always working hard to get the group more noticed

you comforted her and reminded her that talent always floats to the top and since the girls were all so talented one day they’d finally reach the top

she gave you a deadpan stare, “are talking about the same music industry??”

you two ended up going into a convenience store and grabbing more food to eat at a nearby park

solbin shook her head “ach (y/n) you’re such a bad influence, always making me eat a lot”

so you reached out to grab her chicken, “well if you don’t want it-”

she swatted your arm away, “no of course i want it”

Yulhee

Meant to call to tell you they’d won but forgot in all the chaos that happened

it wasn’t until late that night she remembered and called you from the home phone in their dorm

it was super late and you were already asleep but you woke up when you recognized the number

she apologized for not calling earlier but she had forgotten

you told her it was okay since you’d been watching the broadcast

you guys talked a little more but you realized yulhee had stopped responding to you...she’d fallen asleep

so the next morning you showed up and took her to breakfast

you told her to eat anything she wanted, so she picked her favorites

then you two went to the zoo and you loved teasing her about the reptiles

when you got to the bird exhibit she rushed in and reconnected with all the birds

she was reminded of the time she went to film laboum’s project and she started tearing up

you consoled her and asked why she was upset

she told you it had just sunk in how far they’d come and that it had been worth it

yulhee buried her face in your chest, and you wrapped your arms around her

a bird landed on her shoulder, it was beautiful and colorful and small

you nudged her and yulhee slowly pulled back, you gestured towards the bird and she started smiling again

“it’s beautiful like you jagi,” you said as you both stared at how calm the bird seemed on her shoulder

the birds had gathered around her and didn’t want her to go

as you two walked back to her place she placed a kiss on your cheek and thanked you for such a wonderful day

[kczuhas]

ok hi i’m back in the tags i’m soRRYEJKSHGS but ,,, i’m looking for some 1x1s nd i’d luv if anyone was interested (over the age of 18 pls bc i’m 20 <3 !!!) so under the cut is just . Everything i’ve been thinking abt

jus a disclaimer i Tend 2 gravitate towards queer ships bc i myself .. am bi ... nd wud jus luv 2 see the Representation u kno <3 here are my rules nd here’s a kiss b4 u go <3

plots !!

we’re part of the sports teams of rival universities nd every time we meet on the court we’re just constantly arguing nd exchanging barbs so imagine my surprise when you kiss me after my team loses a match

anything based off these violent delights by chloe gong .. now when i tell u that book Changed My Life .... it Changed it

this can b like multiple muses i actually dont know how it works but jEHJSK smth like the raven cycle..... we’re looking for [insert supernatural thing here] nd as time passes we all fall in luv w each other in every way ... its abt the Love .. the Found Family ...

dark academia plots .... i dont have anything specific for this i just want dark academia vibes <3

s-space .... the mandalorian vibes ...... we’re both bounty hunters nd we’ve been booked for the same job nd i literally hate working w u but now we’re here so just stay out of my way

whatever the fuck steve rogers nd bucky barnes had going on . now whats up w that . love across the years ?? okAY ??

fcs i want 2 play !!

taylor zakhar perez pelasle im begigng someone to let me play him

shin ryujin !! shes so pretty im in luv w her

lee seokmin luv that man nd his energy

natasha liu bordizzo she’s gorjuss i luv her

zethphan smith-gneist i think hes neat !

kang seulgi ... peelase ... what a WOMAN .....

fcs i’d luv 2 play against !!!

jung haein !!! rewatching tune in for love nd i jsut think he’s... rly Something

steven yeun .. he’s jsut ... he......

reece king ..... that man lives rent free in my head he does

reina hardesty .. listen i know i hav a muse w her fc but SHES SO PRETTY ... I JSUT THINK SHE

honestly im open 4 most fcs (w reference 2 my rules !!) so jsut !!! throw whoever <3

sum extra notes: 

i’m a very Slow writer </33 i do try to get a reply out everyday but i am also a 2nd year college student nd internships nd final year projects.... are waiting for me at the end of this semester JEHJS 

also i luv ppl who match my energy nd if u’d luv to receive links 2 posts w a message attached like “HEJSHEJEJSHJEKST HTEYY” then i’m ur gal ... headcanons too !!! i luv them !!!!!! i’m not very good at them but i’M GONNA TRY !!

i do live in the gmt+8 zone !! just for a heads up :-)

mwah i luv u those are all my extra notes JHSKHGJES

[euphorieds]

oh finally ur here bitch u got a dollar ?? so i can go buy some LOVE AND AFFECTION ,, open ur purse i kno u hav it !!! anywaysjkhskehjks tiktoks literally making up my entire identity aside ,, hi ! i’m mira , im 19 nd its so nice 2 meet yall !!!

♡. jung haein. cismale. he/him. — there goes ARTHUR KANG, who appears to be a TWENTY-NINE year old VAMPIRE. word is the ELEMENTARY TEACHER was born in 1991 and has been in town for A YEAR. you might know them as + SINCERE  and - RETICENT. stray paint on his cheek, smiles dipped in sunlight & gold, late nights through winding streets, polaroids of anything & everything covering walls. 

life b4 the vampire stuffz

so arthur was born to a Human single mom nd had a little sister younger by 9 years who he adored Very Much , and they lived in a small apartment above his mom’s restaurant . they weren’t like ... Totally Rich ? nd they had their struggles,, but arthur was always v content nd happie w his life bc he had his mom nd sister nd thats what rly mattered !!

he was popular in school bc of his ~good looks~ nd also bc he was just a rly friendly nd dependable person !! nd he had his Fair share of confessions from both guys nd girls but he was always like “no sorry!! im not v interested in dating” nd then he’d go home to his mom nd his little sister nd when he was done w all his schoolwork, he’d help out at the restaurant

his mama always complained abt the Swarms of fans that hogged tables at the restaurant nd it was in good nature !!! but arthur had to go convince his fans 2 buy smth so his mom wouldnt throw a towel at him

arthur graduated high school nd decided to get into teaching bc he just loved being able to see the way his sister’s eyes lit up when she understood what he was teaching !! he thought it was v sweet nd endearing :( <3 so when he wasn’t studying, he was working at his mom’s restaurant even tho she always told him to go away nd live his life JHHDJK

so . in college . while he was drinking w a few friends . he also realized he was Very Much Bisexual when he was looking at his guy friend nd was like oh thats rly nice nd then told his mom nd she jus patted his cheek nd said good job . 

anyways JHGHDK he graduated college , got that slappin degree nd got into teaching at a local but private elementary school !! so he was getting that coin !!! and this is the part where his life got turned upside down !!!

arthur met june when he was 28 . they had come 2 the restaurant and eventually, the pair struck up a friendship (mostly bc arthur was Intrigued that a vampire would eat normal food like he knew they could but he was like ... why tho ) . and june jus kept coming to the restaurant everyday . they became close, hung out after hours all the time, nd arthur was rly thinking like ... did he have feelings or is this jus a good friendship ?

anyways those feelings backfired bc the whole time arthur had known june,,, they’d been slowly exchanging their blood w his in hopes of turning arthur . why ? we dont know (it was for fun nd bc they Could)

so arthur . he turned bc eventually the magic took hold , nd june disappeared . in response , arthur locked himself up in his room nd tried to jus . undo what june did . bc he didnt want to live forever, but he didnt want to die either bc he still has friends around, and his family .

after the vampire stuffz ...

arthur was So Scared of hurting the ppl he loved , nd he tried to last as long as possible w/o feeding on animals or ppl nd isolating himself, but it just . didnt work . so arthur took himself out of his confinement, packed all his things nd left home for coeur cove . he never told his mom or his little sister , nd he feels Immense Regret for not saying anything .

a year in coeur cove meant that he took up a job teaching at the local elementary school, nd it was one of the few things that rly made him smile !! he also bought a polaroid camera , nd has a habit of just taking photos of everything that makes him happy bc hes licherlaly just terrified of living for a long time nd not being able 2 remember the small things

honestly he still hates the fact he’s a vampire but he jus doesnt think abt it .... arthur: we are Compartmentalizing laidease ... we do not See .

now hes just ?? hes jus vibing . hes still as sweet as he was back then but hes definitely a lot more ?? secretive abt a lot of things . he doesnt talk abt who he was b4 Turning :( bc hes scared to .. hes jus baby .. 

wanted connections

a frIEND .... listen these are limitless i want him to have FRIENDS but its just gonna be like ... no one knows Anything abt him before coeur cove nd he keeps it that way . but hes someone who will listen 2 ur problems and also get into the weirdest positions to take a good fuckin photo of u !!! (unLIMITED spots ....)

give him an Almost Romantic Relationship ... but they fell out bc he just never opened up JHSSJKSHJKS listen the DRAMA of that .. very sexy . (1/1 w/ katherine carter)

close friend .... this is the One Person . Or Two People . in all of coeur cove who know abt his past ... like . these are the ppl he’d consider a True Ride or Die . there’s som MAJOR trust for these ppl bc he liCHERALLY jus says nothing abt who he was (0/2)

neighbor(s) who put(s) up with arthur and the occasional loud noises that come from his apartment but no he aint smashing hes just very clumsy and has too much knockable furniture in his place 

give me like .... ppl who he Parents unintentionally . hes been taking care of his little sister his whole life,, hes an elementary school teacher .... ppl who hes gonna say “say bye bye bus” out loud to and then be Mortified for the rest of his life . but if ur ever sick he shows up w soup nd is like ‘hoW could u get sick do u not eat ur vitamins ??’

also u know what would be absolutely sexy . give me june . i actually should put a wanted connection for this but can u imagine the absolute DRAMA of arthur meeting the person who ruined his life . i think that’d b VERY sexy . anyways . im keeping this in mind 4 later jHSJHSHSKSJ

going off from the top one give me like . an enemy .... or like they jus cant fucking stand each other for some reason nd its like .. arthur when he sees them: oh :) . hello :). would u like 2 be dropkicked :) ?

anyways gOD ok my brain tiny but like.... lms if u wanna plot... u better lms or i’ll aggressively renegade on dash...

[presidentsclubkrp]

Our crime tale begins with YE JINWOON, a THIRTY-TWO year old member of THE PRESIDENT’S CLUB. HE works as their MEDIC 1, but he’s better known as the infamous NIGHT. JOIN THE HEIST?

PART ONE; the basics

Name: ye, jinwoon

Alias: none

Code name: night

Faceclaim: jung haein

Gender/Pronouns: cismale / he, him

Date of Birth: 25 august, 1988

Age: 32

Hometown: seoul, sk

Occupation: er doctor

Canon: the medic 1

PART TWO; about

Biography (tw: implied death, drug abuse)

( little pins and needles in your mind; like licking a battery )

***

a row of award trophies sit neatly across polished marble, exactly 1cm apart in between except for the last two. jinwoon’s seated on one side of the long dining table, fixated on realigning them in his head. the rearrangement turns out perfectly after about five attempts. map out a plan, followed by mindless execution.

shostakovich in the background, he has familiar voices from both ends of the table tuned out into white noise; a quiet buzzing in his otherwise organised thoughts. a list of achievements, a cross-table check, things to improve on, names he doesn’t recognise, “have you called him yet? this opportunity is rare, imagine how good it’ll look on jinwoon’s profile”, gruelling rumours, petty politics, mindless chatter, more names.

another meal, another reminder.

eventually he excuses himself from the table. the trophies are shifted individually from left to right, evening out spaces, angled at a straight ninety-degree.

some semblance of order and control – much better.

***

“what are you gonna do?”

silently, the hand that’s half-dipped into a box stalls. the moment passes, and the packing resumes. they’re fully aware of the pending uncertainties – jinwoon’s query is possibly in distaste, and it does little in easing the helplessness on both ends.

between the persistent ticking on his wrist and the muted thuds of every item landing on top of another, jinwoon realises there isn’t much of anything that they can take away with them. no documents, no notes, nothing left in ink to show for, only a shabby plastic name tag along with several other tags: blemish, disgrace, murderer.

the evening sun is filtered through flimsy drapes, shedding light where it’s not required. pointless. jinwoon’s sitting on the edge of the lower bunk, restless fingers fidgeting. surely there’s something he can help with. he stands, but the box is sealed.

“where are you gonna go? wanna crash at mine for tonight?” it’s in part courtesy, in part desperation; mostly he just wants to help.

“it’s fine, my sister has an extra room at hers. i’ll crash there for a while.”

a pause, this is the awkward part. he’s caught in a limbo between expectations of an extended farewell and the logical simplicity of a i’ll see you around. essentially: don’t complicate things. box in hands, he stands in brief silence as though there’s something he wants to say. their shared thoughts are loud and clear – a weighted suffocation in jinwoon’s chest; a tightening, a haunting.

“it’s not your fault.”

“i know.”

a fact. neither of them are responsible – a medical blunder, a human error. what makes it inhumane is the way they operate on an imbalanced scale of power, favouring the other end of this deal. he’s just a convenient scapegoat with a name. the cost: one patient, two lives.

“maybe start small, but you’ll be okay.”

a lie.

“i know.”

this is his sacrifice; he is their sacrifice.

***

she swivels around in his chair, heels propped on his desk, looking all too comfortable with a cushion in arms.

“relax, no one saw me walking in. the only ones up at this hour are the night shift nurses and the insomniacs.”

eyes locked, he gives her a pointed look, gathering several things into his bag. “and i’m neither of those. what do you need?” she slides the palm-sized bottle over on cue, expectant gaze seeking an unspoken consensus. a sigh, he picks it up for a shake, rattling the remaining three pills.

“did you gobble these up like candies? it was barely a week ago.”

a silent shrug – they both know she has a bit of a problem. a beat of silence, he offers the option before considerations set in and he changes his mind: do you want something stronger.

[fydk-translations]

Cine21, Jan ‘19 issue: Kyungsoo interview

[mild spoilers for swing kids]

Q. Let’s start from Swing Kids (2018), your latest. Ro Kisoo goes about ruffling feathers, and his flashiness stands out from the rest of your filmography.  I had a lot of discussions with the director on what was best for Kisoo. There was [a boy in] an old reference picture almost exactly like Kisoo’s character. He was in an old school uniform and wore his army cap tilted; even his pants were wide and baggy. He seemed trendy for the time and I drew a lot of direction from the picture. 

Q. Ro Kisoo expresses himself through dance. What sort of experience was it for you, as his actor?  When I stand on stage as an EXO member, our choreography and formations are already determined. It was harder as Kisoo because there needed to be emotion in every one of his movements and expressions. I was especially worried about conveying the scene where he dances to David Bowie’s Modern Love in a way that the viewers would find refreshing and freeing. It reminded me of my first time trying to dance - frustration because my body wouldn’t listen to me, how good it felt to get each move down. Also, I could dance as I pleased because the director would capture the whole routine and the big emotions. Big movements for happiness, fast ones for frustration. To be honest, I was surprised by the final cut of that sequence. I didn’t realize how brightly I had been smiling. That dancing is something happy and to be enjoyed is what I’d felt as a musician too, but I had felt this so strongly that the smile came naturally. 

Q. It wasn’t something you planned to act out, but constant dancing is of course tiring, and that starts to show on your face. I’ve seen other actors say that actors who also know how to dance are better at filming action scenes, so it seems that your music career helps your acting one. All that happens when you try to put emotion into motions you aren’t comfortable making is that you ruin the movements and expressions. So for scenes where they’re both important, like the Modern Love one, I made myself familiar. When my body can move without my input, it’s possible to be expressive. All I could do was practice. Action scenes and dancing do have a lot in common, so I did have a little know-how from applying what I had already learned.

Q. The first and second halves of Swing Kids have totally different tones. As its leading actor, you must have put a lot of thought into handling the clash well. There was a part that I worried over for a while, without straying too far from how Kisoo would feel. The film’s tone shifts after the arrival of a supposed friend, Kwang-guk, to the prison camp. Kisoo’s mood worsens, but a sour face would have thrown off the intended tone. Kisoo wasn’t supposed to get too caught up in the atmosphere of that scene, and I kept his expression flat.

Q. It also seems like acting dryly ties in with your own disposition.  I wonder all the time why, in acting, anger has to be obvious, why there needs to be yelling. Because I’ve never expressed my anger that way. I usually try not to let my emotions complicate issues. Of course, I have to adjust because characters have their own personalities, but I went with what felt natural to me for Kisoo. 

Q. Swing Kids features both snappy cuts and long takes. Did you worry about how the editing room would preserve the rhythm of the scenes? I found it interesting rather than worrying. I liked the long takes because those let me get immersed in a location. I had so much fun with the scenes like the one where Kisoo keeps thinking about tap-dancing even in his sleep, and it would cut away each time with a tak-tak-tak! I really wondered how the end result would turn out. The Modern Love scene in particular, because (Park) Hyesoo and I had practiced and filmed for it separately. I was curious about what kind of picture that would make after editing, and I’m very happy with how it turned out. (laughs)

Q. There were a lot of iconic lines from the tvN drama 100 Days My Prince (2018). Bad delivery for the funny ones like “am I the only one uncomfortable?” and “the feeling you feel” would have weakened a sageuk, but you did really well with them. I don’t really dwell over how my lines should be said. The lines with the potential to become popular might have been funnier if their deliveries were lighter. But that wouldn’t make sense for a crown prince who had just lost his memory. To be honest, I did have some concern over making them more palatable. In the end, the answer was that I should just speak as the character would speak. That’s how I decided on the delivery.

Q. Conventional wisdom says that, for TV dramas, one must act in a way that the viewer will know what your character is feeling even if they’re not paying full attention. It seems your acting in 100 Days My Prince ran contrary to that. In the first half, you didn’t look at Hong Shim like you were in love. I think I just did what felt right. It would have been more romantic to look at each other like honey could fall from our eyes, as the saying goes, but that was unrealistic and wouldn’t have felt natural.

Q. Actor Sung Dongil said in an interview once that when he acts, he thinks of meeting the number 100 when acting with another. If the other is acting at a 70, he acts at 30. I think you make a good case for this with My Annoying Brother (2016) and Room No. 7 (2017) - in Room No. 7, actor Shin Hakyun made much larger actions than you, and in Brother, actor Jo Jungseok put much more flare into his character. I totally get what you’re saying. If there’s a character who brings the energy up, it’s good for watchability and tone and manner to have another who brings the energy down. I also learned how to lend realism to characters from Hakyun sunbae and about Jungseok hyung’s acting style.

Q. You’re the type of person who works diligently outside of the spotlight. I found that, in Room No. 7, you were constantly moving about in the background of some scenes, without distracting the viewer. Some of those parts came from talking with the director, but I wanted to fill up the space too. I found it fun to find things to do as my character that wouldn’t get in the way of the other actors. Even if the camera angle would barely catch a finger and I could honestly relax, I’d rather be doing something. 

Q. The two most disparate pieces in your filmography are director Lee Byunghun’s Be Positive (2017) and the movie series Along with the Gods. Your acting as the problem soldier Private Won was especially convincing in Along with the Gods: Two Worlds (2017). I thought there was nothing smooth about acting as Won Dongyeon, and that was reflected in-universe with the film. I have yet to serve in the military, and I’d never put a noose around my neck over the guilt of causing another’s death. The director helped me a lot. We talked about his personal experiences, as well as the characters. Much of my base [for Private Won] were films and other indirect experiences.

Q. In a previous interview, you said that Private Won was the most saddening of your characters and that you probably wouldn’t act as someone that pitiable again. I found it amusing how he was introduced as a problem soldier who kills an innocent and thus might get hate. Right, that’s not wrong... (with a seeking gaze) but doesn’t he make you feel sorry for him? He made a mistake that killed someone, wasn’t able to defend himself to anyone - I felt so bad for how much he suffered from circumstance. I understand why some would hate him, but I still think of him as the most saddening of my roles. 

Q. To be honest, while your acting as Private Won can be commended, the character himself is not admirable at all. People might misunderstand the actor because of the character. Many of your previous roles were of troubled, depressed youths let down by society. Did you not worry as an actor? Not at all. It’s not like all my roles have been dark, and I try to express a part of myself with each character anyway. I think, as long as I keep trying new things, the people who think that way will stop misunderstanding me. 

Q. Then in that regard, Swing Kids’ Ro Kisoo is an important point for you. Very. He’s a very dear figure to me. I wonder what will come next? What do I have left to show? It’s exciting to think about. 

Q. I can’t help but wish to see you a character with a lot of aegyo, maybe because you dislike it so much that even variety programs comment on it. (laughs) I think it’d be a fun role. I don’t hate the thought. (laughs)

Q. When you appeared on Naver’s Actor Chatter, you mentioned that if you could film a drama with actress Kim Hyesoo, you’d like it to be an introspective office drama where you’re a new recruit to her team. Then Park Kyunglim said, “And not a rom com? Kim Hyesoo might have a word with you!” To which you said, “With me? How could I (dare)...” Why do you think it’s so impossible? How would that even happen! I’d be incredibly honored, but there’s no chance of it happening. 

Q. Maybe if your character was like Jung Haein’s in JTBC’s Something in the Rain (2018), where noonas dote on his cuteness... That’d be really nice. I’d like to try being in a drama like Secret Affair (2014) too. I look forward to melodramas in the future, and trying out thrillers...

Q. Yeah, you were good in I Remember You (2015). Really? (laughs) Someone like him is good too, but I’d like to try acting as a completely average person. I’d rather embrace a variety of characters, not just one type.

Q. It’s Okay, It’s Love (2014) and Cart (2014) were your first and second released projects, respectively. You had to act as a victim of ALS; I wonder how you prepared for it when you’d never even gotten acting lessons before that point. For that, I had watched documentaries for indirect experience that I could use with my imagination to make [it seem believable].

Q. I heard that writer No Heekyung helped you a lot as you were starting out? It’s a given that she taught me skills, like how recounting things in staccato will help me with my pronunciation, but she talked with me about the characters too. I absolutely want to work with her again. I really enjoyed Live (2018) and its focus on daily life; my favorite of her projects is the film The Most Beautiful Goodbye (2011). I related to it a lot.

Q. I’m curious about how you figure out characters when aspects of them don’t overlap with you. Right now, are you more the type to conduct deep research, or the type to think it out? I look inside a lot. Of course I do my research too, but I leave the next step to my imagination. Sometimes seeing the actual props on set help, but the more I think through my character’s personality and mentality and how he would act or speak, the more the set seems to build itself. That’s what I’ve been doing so far.

Q. There are actors who write diaries in-character, or go through the day performing their character’s routines, or make exhaustive notes on their role. Mm, I don’t write anything down. My favorite scripts are clean and light, and I just keep it all in my head. My memory isn’t great, so I think trying to be exact would make acting too complicated for me. It’s easier for me to play things out mentally and then concentrate hard on set. 

Q. Didn’t you say that yelling at your mom in Cart was very hard for you, because it’s something you’d never done? How did you resolve it back then, and what do you do with similar impasses now? I played everything out in my head then, too. I just did it on set. How would I get angry when I’m by myself? I’m too shy to practice being angry in my room all alone or with the EXO members helping. (laughs)

Q. So you’re the type who just needs to be on set. I’m still not good at yelling. During Cart, I just said to myself (makes a sad face) “I’ll just do it when I get there,” but acting it out was actually thrilling. It was a huge thrill to feel what I’d never felt and to do what I hadn’t done. 

Q. When I view your filmography, I get the sense that directors love your eyes. You get unique close-ups that show off the fleeting emotions in your gaze. Is there anything in particular you do to act with your eyes? Uh... (thinks for a long time) I don’t do anything except stay in-character. My eyes are a bit weak. Whenever my immune system drops or I get too much sun, they dry out quickly and turn bloodshot. It would bother the viewer if I blink too much during a touching moment, so I put a lot of focus on my health. My eyesight is honestly really bad. I can’t monitor well on set, so watching the fully produced release, when I can have glasses on, will be my first time properly viewing myself. I can’t wear contact lenses either. I’m told it’s because the surface of my corneas aren’t curved like normal. When I put in lenses, my eyelids will push them down. So I wear glasses.

Q. There must be a certain comfort to live with the other EXO members, who also have their own acting projects. It’s closer to gratitude from their support than comfort. We don’t talk about our acting. Like I mentioned earlier, I get too embarrassed to practice acting with them.

Q. Have you ever given advice they took? I don’t. They’ve pointed out to me when I was slouching or hanging my head before, but we’ve never given each other acting advice. It’s not like I have any seniority. So how could I, when we’re all in the same boat? (laughs)

Q. There are people who police what it means to be a man - including in terms of physical build - and like to suggest actors who fit their mold for certain genres [over other actors who don’t]. It was very gratifying for me to watch you find success in 100 Days My Prince, maybe because you defy those definitions.  I don’t think much of their advice either. The admiration you feel from someone’s abilities, personality, or mentality is what matters. And I act for myself - I just want to figure out my own path, and to give my best in order to show my best. 

Q. Every time, without fail, you seem unsure whenever someone compliments on your ability or charm. Yet, no matter how I look at it, you have high self-esteem. How would you reconcile this? When someone keeps complimenting me, I feel embarrassed. Like I’m seriously going crazy (laughs). Even by my own judgment, I think I have a pretty high self-esteem; it’s important to have self-esteem. Except it might not be connected to my abilities, but with my well-being instead. I have to stay firm so that I’m not ruined by stress, so that I can keep going.

Q. During last year’s appearance on Knowing Brothers, I saw you say you hoped to be a farmer one day. You like cooking too, so I was wondering if you wanted a life like you’d see in Little Forest (2018)? (laughs) The Little Forest series (2014) from Japan is a big influence for me. I’d like to cook with what I grow, and to live in good health in a small, quiet home. I don’t know when it’ll happen, but I hope it’s possible by my late thirties or early forties. 

source: @wallnuut | translation: fydk 

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Written In The Books

trishmarieco said:

I hope I make it! I dare you to insert Jung Hae In somewhere in either 'Overruled', 'Fly Away Home' or 'The Only Choice' worlds! Congrats again sweetie!!

Pairing: Jung Haein x reader

World: Fly Away Home (read HERE)

Genre: royal au

Warnings: none

A/N: I knew when I saw this dare, I had to go back into this world. It posed a challenge since I wrote Jongin into the first one, but I think I worked around that well enough! You could probably read this without the original story but I recommend you read the first so the interactions with some characters make more sense! I have linked Fly Away Home above.

Word count: 3000

The news had reached his kingdom; the Princess set to marry Prince Jongin was dead. If anything, the news should have come as some sort of comfort to Jongin’s eldest brother Haein, especially after the mess Jongin had caused over the past few weeks.

But it didn’t ease him any.

He mourned for her loss of life. Although he hadn’t wanted to clean up the mess of his immature brother, Haein had prepared himself for the upcoming nuptials that would join the two kingdoms politically. And unlike his brother, Haein was aware that they had relied on such a union for future trade prosperity. He now had to concern himself over how to ensure the deals given to his father would be still met.

“Have you heard brother?!” Jongin’s voice rang through the study, the man stopping just in front of the desk Haein was working from. Haein didn’t lift his head to greet him, focusing on the ledger before him instead. His sibling chuckled. “Well, everything works out for a reason! You no longer have to marry the princess of the kingdom over. Though I don’t wish anyone to die, this is wonderful for you! And I!”

“Have you no tact?”

“Whatever do you mean? I never wanted to marry her, that’s why I rushed to marry the Countess. And you said you would cover-”

“Someone has died and all you consider is how liberating this feels for you. You have no sense of responsibility whatsoever,” Haein stated, his brother now blinking rapidly. He sighed, it wasn’t the prince’s fault he had been raised with a silver spoon firmly attached in his mouth. His mother had babied him and thus he had never felt the weight of a single consequence.

Unlike Haein.

Whilst he still had his life, he felt the years of sacrifice heavy upon his shoulders. What he had given up for this kingdom, for this family, he could no longer count upon his hands. And in the face of adversity, his immature brother had married the countess to forfeit his role of becoming the new king with the princess he was arranged to marry.

At least, this was a blessing to some. Haein had been worried about the fall of this kingdom in the hands of someone who cared so little for politics and knew his advisor would have merely made him a puppet king. In the very least, Haein would have stepped up to save the fall of his people now that his father’s health was failing.

Still, it was another sacrifice.

With a hushed apology, Jongin departed the study and Haein leaned back in the chair, removing his glasses so he could pinch the bridge of his nose and release some of the tension. Haein had no idea of what would work to tie the two kingdoms together now. They needed the support from over the border and they needed it fast.

And yet, there had only been one daughter. With her passing, there was no obvious connection to be made and the deal would fall at his feet. Haein couldn’t afford this and nor could he simply sit and wait it out either.

“Where do you plan to go?” his father inquired of his eldest son, hesitant to let him leave the kingdom right now. He had begun to rely on Haein steadily as the days went by, pulling him out of his medical studies just so he could become king.

“I will set out and speak with the King myself. Surely, we can find a way to push forward with some unification.”

“He just lost his child, do you think it’s wise?”

“Stalling will only make us forgotten, my Lord.”

The king sighed heavily before nodding once. “See that you come home with something prosperous.”

  Haein rode out the following morning, heading along the path that the Princess would have taken. He witnessed the damage in the township where the fire had broken out and after stopping to pay his respects, Haein continued with his trip to the neighbouring kingdom.

The king greeted him halfway with his convoy, fear evident in his weathered features. “Have you seen?”

“I have, My Lord. It was burned to the ground. I am terribly sorry for your loss.”

The king shook his head. “Did you see any evidence of her?”

“Well, no but-”

“Then we must search the land around it. She may still be alive.”

Despite his concerns for the elder’s denial, Haein devoted himself to supporting the king in his search for his daughter. Days passed by and there seemed to be no true sighting of the princess.

At least, that was what Haein told the King when he returned to his side later in the evening.

“Please, do not tell him I’m still alive,” she had exclaimed when Haein stumbled across a girl hiding in the woods, watching on as a man helped with the repairs of the burned village. She was desperate, her eyes pleading with Haein to not turn her into her father. He could feel the pain of her decision and with a glance in the direction of the man her eyes followed around, Haein sighed heavily.

“You sacrifice your status for love?”

“Wouldn’t you? I’m sure you wished for me to marry you but truth be told, I am in love with another.”

“I don’t actually wish to marry you,” he told the princess and she smiled lightly. “I do however need to secure trading agreements with your father. Marrying you was meant to do just that.”

“And it is not your fault I have perished. My father is a man of his word. If he offered such an agreement for our marriage, then I believe he will have no choice but to follow through.”

“Here,” Haein offered, unhooking his pouch from the side of his horse. He smiled. “You need this more than I.”

“How will I repay you?” she asked and Haein smiled, looking towards her lover once more.

“Make your life and love worth giving everything up for. We royals sacrifice a lot for others. I’m allowing you this only because I know all too well what it’s like to give up something you cherish.”

“May you be graced with the same opportunity in your life, Prince Haein,” she offered and he merely nodded, climbing aboard his horse.

Looking down at you, he grinned. “The Princess is dead. Now you can be who you wish to be.”

“Are you sure, there was no one in the forest?”

Haein smiled weakly before shaking his head. “I’m afraid not, Your Majesty. Only a wild bird flitted about in there.”

The older man nodded slowly, rubbing at his temples. “I’m afraid I will have to let that bird fly then, won’t I?”

“It seems to like where it’s found itself, yes.”

“I suppose you feel the burdens of being unwedded?”

“I just want what we agreed upon. I am willing to work for you in whatever way we must to find a happy union.”

“Come with me for the year. Your father’s health will last that long before you are crowned King, correct?”

Haein nodded. “I believe we may have as long as that before I must return. May I ask why you are taking me in?”

“You kept her safe despite having the ability to come tell me she was alive and well. You chose to sacrifice more than you needed to for a mere stranger. I like your sense of responsibility and believe you will make a fine King. Until then, I wish to return the favour you have bestowed on my little bird.”

  Haein enjoyed his time during the neighbouring kingdom a great deal. The king had seen to it that he was immediately put into training, furthering his understanding of international trade and developing what kind of ruler he wanted to be. His own father had waited far too long to bestow Haein with such knowledge, too focused on his many wives and concubines until he realised he was coming to an end in this lifetime. The way Haein had fished their kingdom out of troubles each time over the years had been down to sheer luck most of the time and usually with a loss on his behalf.

Now, Haein was confident he could lead his people in a way that he wouldn’t need to give up what he cherished in order to do so.

Unlike the princess, and perhaps because of his observation of his father with women over the years, Haein felt free to live his life without finding love as the main goal. He had no need for it in his plans to rule, focusing on how to strengthen his people skills than marrying for any political unification.

Yet, there was one person who caught his eye more than once over the months he had been residing in this castle.

“Astronomy today, My Lord?”

Glancing up from the book he was perusing, Haein smiled at you and nodded. “Yes, I wish to learn more of the world above us.”

“May I suggest a book then?”

“I would be delighted if you did.”

With a smile, you walked over to the wall in front of him that was lined with books from the ceiling to the floor. Back home, the royal library looked nothing as grand as this, and Haein could tell you took great pride in ensuring the books housed here were well looked after. You climbed the ladder, reaching the sixth shelf for a specific book. Watching over your efforts, Haein stood immediately when it appeared you couldn’t quite reach the book from where the ladder was situated.

He smiled as he grabbed the base of it and you looked down at him. “Would you mind taking me to the left?”

“But of course,” he offered graciously, instead wheeling you to the right.

“This is not left, My Lord!”

“Oh really?” he teased, scratching at his head briefly. “Your left or my left?”

“Well, to be fair it’s the same. Your left is mine.”

“How foolish of me,” he exclaimed playfully, wheeling you around to the farthest point the ladder could go to the right. You were giggling when it stopped, soon glancing down at the man grinning up at you.

“I believe this is the wrong way.”

“Again? Oh, let me fix that.”

Haein wheeled you back to the left, smirking when your hand reached out for the book once more. Instead of stopping he continued, both of you laughing together. And then you let out a little huff of air. “I feel you may be charmed by a minx that lives in this library. Are you feeling jubilant today?”

“I feel very satisfied, yes.”

“Because you will return home soon?” you offered, this time grabbing the book as he wheeled you back. Haein stopped with the ladder, his smile fading. You descended the ladder, taking his outstretched hand when you were close enough to do so. And then you sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you any.”

“I am not offended. As much as I want to lead my kingdom into greatness, I cannot help but wish there was more time to stay here. My presence and status have been validated by many around me here. Back home, it’s not quite as clear cut.”

“You’ll find a way to change that.”

“Do you believe so?”

You nodded. “For a man studying the stars, if you are that interested in what exists above us at night, then I’m sure you have a greater interest in protecting those who live below it.”

“Why are you the only person who I feel gets me?”

You blushed, the faintest of red touching your cheeks. It was a pretty shade and Haein couldn’t help but reach out to touch it himself. “I’m simply a lady who is in love with books, My Lord. I do not know how to connect with others outside of this library.”

“You connect well with me in here,” he offered, uncharacteristically eying you with renewed interest. He had always believed you to be splendid, and right now he was becoming aware of just how beautiful you were up close.

Perhaps you had been all along and through the books you had offered him over his stay, slowly he had read your pages as well. He wanted this to be the chapter where he finally confessed you were someone he thought of day and night.

Yet you placed a finger to his lips, shaking your head softly. “Do not say it, please.”

“Why not?”

“Because when you leave, I’ll be left with just these books we have read together and I do not wish to taint them any further by witnessing a short bout of passion.”

“Would you not consider another library in the future?”

“Where?”

“In my kingdom. Though, you would be shocked at the state of it,” Haein admitted and your eyes widened, blinking slowly.

“You wish to take me with you?”

“No, I wish to ask you would you like to accompany me.”

“Is that not the same thing?”

Haein smiled as he shook his head. “No. Whilst my wish is for you to join me, I do not want it to be because of just my library. Therefore, I will leave the decision in your hands.”

“I am not born of noble blood for such an offer.”

“Being a certain status in society means little when the heart calls out for the other. A little bird once taught me that you can lose all that means everything to who you are as a person as long as you have affection for your companion.”

“And you would wish to raise me to your level?”

Haein smiled, leaning in. “On the contrary, I feel I have so much more to learn from you before I can meet yours.”

  You didn’t travel with Haein when it was time for his return to his kingdom. Though you had shared many kisses together in the library, you had decided he must travel alone.

“You have a kingdom to rebuild, is that not your goal for the near future?”

“Will you watch over my progress from afar?”

“Surely, a King will have time to write of his accomplishments to a mere librarian, at least now and then.”

He leaned in to kiss you, smiling into your lips. “If you think I will not write a letter for every day we are apart, then you are in for quite the surprise.”

Once home, Haein did have to establish several new orders in the running of the kingdom. His father had held out long enough to see of his return, eager to hear of his learnings. When he realised Haein had done all that he needed and more to prepare for his crowning, the elder gave over his title to Haein. Of course, not everyone was thrilled he was back and now the king, but Haein worked hard to resolve the resentment and build prosperity in his lands.

He also kept to his promise, writing you a letter every day for a year. Yet, he had not heard from you in response for over a week now, worry taking over his mind whenever he had time to ponder over you.

“My Lord, you have an appointment now,” his advisor announced, Haein looking up from the ledger he was working on and frowned.

“Now? I was under the impression I was not needed until four today.”

“The renovations in the royal library need your approval, sir. It cannot wait.”

“Then I must see to it,” Haein agreed, pushing back his chair as he headed for the door. He made his way along the corridor to the grand staircase, in which he descended with ease, making a left turn down another hallway until he pushed through the double doors of the library. It was empty and he frowned.

“Percy, did you not say I had someone waiting for me?” he called out, unsure if his advisor had followed him or not. Haein jumped when he heard someone move in behind him, causing him to whip around hastily.

“I hear there is a position open for a librarian?”

He merely stared back at you, emotions overwhelming him the longer he took you in. You were finally here, holding a stack of his letters nonetheless. Slowly, he grinned. “Yes, I’m looking for someone who will treat my books as if they were precious individuals.”

“That sounds awfully time-consuming. Especially with the state of this place.”

“Someone organised will no doubt find the job easy to complete.”

“Does it come with many benefits? Will it be a stable position?” you continued, walking around slowly, taking in the changes he had made. Haein followed you, his heart thumping in his chest.

“I plan to marry such a person if she sees the position fit for her.”

You finally turned around, smiling warmly up at him. “I am no Queen.”

“I feel as though you have been one in my eyes long before I became King.”

“I missed you,” you mentioned, stepping closer to him. “I couldn’t take the distance any longer.”

“We never have to be apart again, if you wish for it.”

“Then I think you might have just found your perfect librarian,” you murmured right as his lips found yours, caressing you with a longing that carried you both into further kisses. And soon, those kisses turned into oaths, your life intertwining with Haein’s through marriage and helping him rule the kingdom.

He had sacrificed so much over the years, and when the princess had died, he had never thought he would be capable of having such greatness in his life afterwards. Yet here he was now with you at his side, and your first child together growing inside you.

He knew all that he had given up had led to the greatest reward.

You.

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Korean Cultural Center UK presentará "Hallyu Con 2021 Live from London"

 El Centro Cultural Coreano de Reino Unido (KCCUK) está listo para presentar un evento en línea titulado "Hallyu Con 2021 Live from London", el 4 de septiembre, con el propósito de celebrar la popularidad mundial de la culturar pop coreana.

En colaboración con las comunidades de Olas Coreana, el centro llevará a cabo el evento de un día bajo el tema "Sensasión con Hallyu". Su objetivo es conectar a los entusiastas de la cultura coreana y a los fanáticos del K-pop por igual a través de lo que se esperan que sea un "experiencia imperdible". 

El festival se transmitirá de forma gratuita en los canales de YouTube de KCCUK y Hallyu Con. El grupo de chicas K-Pop Laboum, mejor conocidas por su éxito "Imagine More" del 2016, dará una actuación durante el evento. Debutó en 2014 bajo NH Media, Laboum actualmente está formado por Yujeong, Soyeon, ZN, Haein, Solbin. El grupo recientemente disfrutó de una éxito tardío en las listas de transmisión de música con "Imagine More", que volvió a subir en las listas cinco años después de su lanzamiento. La boyband de K-pop MustB también tendrá una actuación en dicho evento.

"El set de Laboum y MustB estará acompañado por contenido emocionante y atractivo que mostrará la moda coreana (tanto hanbok como contemporánea), belleza, drama, cine y música", dijo en un comunicado un representante de KCCUK.

"Algunos influencers conocidos también estarán disponibles". Durante el evento se ofrecerán programas como "Un escaparate de la moda coreana", "Una visión general de la cocina coreana", "Una mirada a las tendencias de fitness coreanas" y "Una visión de los dramas y películas coreanas".

La audiencia también tendrá la oportunidad de compartir sus pensamientos y experiencias con contenido coreano. "La edición de este año de Hallyu Con es una oportunidad para fortalecer aún más la comunidad hallyu y las amistades. Hallyu que llega a todo el Reino Unido y Europa". Dijo el director KCCUK, Lee Jung Woo.

El KCCUK fue inaugurado por el Ministerio de Cultura, Deportes y Turismo de Corea con 2008 para mejorar la amistad, y promover el entendimiento entre Corea y Reino Unido a través de actividades culturales y educativas.

"Hallyu Con 2021 Live from London" está programado para comenzar a las 14hs (hora local) del 4 de septiembre.

Fuente: TheKoreaTimes

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