#kang sol b x seo ji ho

[bunnyabricot]

Arrogant and annoying 📚⚖️💻

✧ pairing : Seo Ji ho x reader

✧ warning(s) : smut ; fingering (f receiving), degrading, pet names (brat, slut, whore, doll) cum eating, public sex, enemies to lovers, praise (literally only 1)

✧ summary : You just didn’t like how he acted, nothing else. When you’re both left alone at the library you discover it might be something else.

✧ words : 2.1k

✧ a/n : sorry I’m in too many fandoms

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You were in the secondary library with your study group, working for the next exam. You were asking each other questions, asking if you didn’t understand a law text and whining about failing. Well, mostly you and Kang Sol A. You just needed to let it out to the detriment of everyone present here, must obligated to here your complaints.

Everyone in the group was here except Seung Jae, he is spending more and more time with his wife. Good for him. Even though you miss his luck in guessing the exam subject.

You were all concentrated on your respective computers, and/or books before you, silent. Your gaze mindlessly drifted to the guy at your opposite on the table, Seo Ji ho. They voluntarily put him at the polar opposite of you because you two can’t stand each other, you are like cat and dog. He’s the cat by the way. Always so arrogant and cold, you hated so deeply how he is looking at people as if he was better than anyone. Like calm down it’s not because you know the civil code that you’re better than us.. Put him in a forest and he’ll die in 4 hours. Knowing what paragraph carjacking is mentioned won’t help you against a bear smart ass.

You looked at him, his stupid face and how his fingers tap the keyboard. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing his veiny forearms. You gulped at the sight and quickly diverted your gaze.

Suddenly, Sol A breaks the silence. “I forgot ! I needed to help Mrs.Kim for the open law office. Sorry guys I need to go !” She explained swiftly and leaves as soon as she started. You all look at each other, stupefied. Joon Hwi chuckles “Typical Sol A”.

A phone buzzes, you look at your friend next to you, Ye Seul. “It’s my boyfriend. I’m sorry I need to leave.” She apologetically says. “Aww it’s okay, have fun !” You answer back. She nodded, puts her stuff in her bag before waving you goodbye. Bok Gi watches her leaving with puppy eyes as Ye Beom pats his back in comfort. Bok Gi always had a thing for your friend. How could he not she is so adorable and pretty !

You were now remaining 6. The number quickly decreased. You were alone in the corner of the table. The 5 others all gathered at opposite side. “Ya, Bok Gi, I’m so hungry.. Accompany me to the kitchen real quick please.” The oldest boy requests. “Sure, I’m not really in the mood to study anymore anyways..” The other sadly accepts.

You look back at your work before you once again get interrupted by Sol B. “I need to fetch some documents in the other library. I’ll be back.” She states sternly. She was also quite condescending, but it was less insufferable than Ji Ho. “I’ll go with you” Joon Hwi hurriedly says. For some reason you think he likes her. You were always good at reading people. She looks at him without saying anything as she makes her way out of the room, the boy following her close with a sweet smile on his face. With the way she treats him differently than anyone, you guessed the feeling is mutual.

As they start to leave the room, You suddenly wake up in realisation. “Wait ! You’re leaving me here ?” You mutter, worried. Ji Ho sides eyes me, exasperated at my reaction. “Yeah..” Joon Hwi responds amused. “But he’s so arrogant help me.” You plead as if he wasn’t in the same room as you. “And you’re so annoying..” He answers vexed.. “Sure arrogant and annoying what a cute duo” Joon Hwi states before winking at you.

You scoff as he leaves the room. “What is he talking about..” You mumble under your breath. “You’re so clueless it’s almost cute.” The boy with glasses says. You choke on your own spit. “What are you talking about about ? Have you gone crazy because of the exam ??” I shout, distraught. “Have you gone crazy ? You’re practically drooling while looking at my hands in front of everyone and you think nobody can sees you.” He scoffs while looking directly into your eyes. You blush, heavily embarrassed by the fact that you have been caught. You become red but you don’t know if it’s from anger or humiliation. “See, this is why I hate you. You are so mean and… And.. Just arrogant in general, like you’re better ! You’re such a dick Ji Ho..” You snap at him. How dare he mocks you..

You stand up and pack up your things messily, wanting nothing but to disappear, looking down at the table to avoid his gaze. You swear you could almost cry of frustration. When you look up you see him nowhere in sight. You turn around and see him right behind you, looking down at you. He comes closer, caging you between him and the table. You are mortified and drop your bag on the table.

His heavy gaze gives you goosebumps and you can’t help the growing heat between your legs, being so vulnerable, so close to him. You shut your thighs together and tug at the hem of your skirt. “Do you expect me to believe that ? If you hate me then why are you so shy right now ? Why do you always stare at me, at my hands, ‘want me to stuff you with them hm ? Or would you prefer if I bend you over this desk, lift your pretty skirt and pound into you ?” He offers disturbingly sternly. Your breathing gets faster as you look at the floor, unable to look directly at him. He grabs your chin with his fingers. “Look at me” He orders. You oblige and dare to stare at him, weakened by what he just said.

You still think about his offer, Seo Ji Ho, the number 1 on your enemy list offering you his fingers to get off. Despite his attitude, you must admit he is attractive. His plump lips, his dark eyes. Everything about him is enticing. “So ?” He asks once again. You hope he was not making fun of you and that his offer is real. “Please take me Ji Ho..” You answer shyly. He grins and breathes out from his nose deeply. “What a brat, insulting me then wanting to get fucked..” He scoffs. He approaches you to kiss your neck sloppily. “I wish I could right now but we don’t have much time. My fingers will have to do..” He continues. You whimper, dazed.

He sucks the skin of your neck, leaving hickeys. He lifts up your shirt and your bra to expose your tits. He hums as he hungrily stares at them and messily leaves wet kisses onto them, making you whimper once again.

The pool between you legs grows and your legs are weakening from his attack. He takes his hand to spread your legs as the other kneads your breast. He directs his hand under your skirt and knowingly moves your panties aside. You grab his shoulder as he plays with your wet folds. You bite your lips in attempt to stay quiet but he finds another way to shut you up as he crashes his lips against yours. At the same time, he enters his middle finger inside your warm cunt. You want to moan loudly at the feeling but his rough kissing stops you.

Despite the context, you blush at the kiss, why does it feel so sweet ? Your tongues intertwine with each other sloppily and you furrow your eyebrows in pleasure. He adds his ring finger and scissors you mercilessly. He stops the kiss as you are both breathless. He angles his fingers in a way that makes you see stars, you moan loudly, surprised. “What a slut, do my fingers feel too good for you ?” He coos at you and pinches your nipple in warning. You squirm, startled. “Get your voice down. You don’t want anyone to see you like a pathetic whore now, do you ?” He warns you.

His fingers go in and out of you quickly and you bite your lips to suppress your moans. His thumb rubs your clit and your hold to his shoulder tightens as well as your pussy, clenching around his skilled fingers. “A-Aah- Ji Ho.. M’sorry..” You beg. “If fucking you makes you apologise, I should have fucked you dumb long ago doll.” He chuckles, accelerating his mouvements nevertheless. His fingers are so perfect, curled into your tight hole. You flutter your lashes and admire him. You feel so pathetic, breasts exposed, all wet and disheveled as he is fully clothed and composed. Or at least that what you thought. If you knew his heart was racing at the sight of you, you might cum on the spot.

“M’gonna..” You start. “I know doll. Cum for me, cum on my fingers like a slut.” He cuts you, shoving his two fingers deeply into you as you reach your climax. You furrow your eyebrows and tears are pricking in your eyes. He brushes your nipple softly with his fingertips and kisses your neck oh so gently. The contrast between his slow motions compared to his rough assault on your most private part is too much for you. You sob and moan his name while cumming on his fingers “J-Ji Ho…”, you sob.

He watches your face carefully as you reach your climax and curses under his breath “Shit..”. Now he’s addicted.

He kisses away the tears at the corner of your eyes as he caressed your breasts fondly “Good girl.” He praises you unexpectedly. You look at him stunned, you think you might cry again after this. You just smile at him, simply happy, giggling.

You legs are shaking as he slowly takes his digits out of you. They’re wet with your arousals and he shoves them inside your mouth. Your immediately suck on them, cleaning them off for him. “Such a pretty whore sucking on my fingers.” You shut your eyes and exhale from your nose, smiling.

Once they’re free from any sort of any of your juices, he removes them from your pretty mouth. He stares at you a second, admiring you, before leaving a fond kiss on your lips. You’re startled by his gentleness and melt. “You’re not so bad.. I guess” You tease him. He scoffs, almost outraged “What, need another round with my dick this time fucking slut ?”.

You wear about to answer him when you hear a convo and footsteps approaching. You look at him, whose eyes are also wide. You swiftly pull down your shirt and sits back down to your place. He has just the time to automatically sits next to you before the door opens. Ye Beom and Bok Gi arrive and both furrow their eyebrows at the scene before them.

“Why are you seated so close to each other without someone losing an eye ?” The man with glasses questions suspiciously. You were about to respond but you just realise the presence of Ji Ho’s hand resting on your thigh, which shuts you up immediately. You glare at him and he just grins back at you. “We were studying. He is smart after all, you have to admit.” You answer, sure of yourself. “With no laptop and no books in front of you..?” Bok Gi remarks. You look at your bag with all your belongings placed on the table very much closed to your dismay. You look at Ji Ho for help but he just raises his eyebrows while tilting his head, waiting for you to find another excuse. Why did you fuck him in the first place already ?

“I meant, in reality we were.. Making peace.” You confess. It’s not entirely false.. “Yeah, well, from the hickeys on your neck peace was not the only thing you were making..” Yeom beom snickers. You become bright red. Ji Ho this bastard. “Nevermind, I still hate him..” You say while taking your bag to leave, not bothering to look at anyone. “Wait Y/n don’t be like that.. It’s not that bad..” He tries to apologise, catching after you with his unbearable grin. You open the door only to be face to face with Sol B and Joon Hwi looking directly at your obviously disheveled state. “Is that hickeys..?” Joon Hwi asks, kind of concerned. Bok Gi adds “Oh now it’s bad..”. “I’m changing study group. Bye guys !” You said, waving, joking despite the poor situation.

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[saturnsummer]

impatient

When Jiho and Sol B find themselves in a questionable situation.

aka: if jiho and solb had a one night stand.

ao3 link

notes: all credits to @ohcoolnice @sxfik !! i’m taking a spin on a one night stand jisolb edition, which originally came from a solhwi one night stand idea. feeding the jisolb nation with this spicy one shot. it’s my first time writing a more mature piece, so do bear with me! i’ll continue to learn and grow! once again, editing, grammar and incorrect facts will be taken responsible by me! thank you for the love and support, feel free to suggest prompts and more!

rating: mature! implications of sex, definitely steamy and spicy. 

(as promised, tagging the fam that went nuts: @ohcoolnice @sxfik @affablewritesfables @cathartichaoss )

words: 3166 words

Ouch.

Jiho hated hangovers. He hated how he would repeat his mistakes over and over again, chugging back the glasses and shots of alcohol. Each time, he would remind himself not too much. But he would throw that advice out the window when he chases his high.

The warm sun rays of his window filter in through the sheer curtains as he squints his eyes closed, grabbing the sheets and pulling them over his head. God, he really hates hangovers. He can’t even remember what happened last night, and he didn’t really want to at the moment.

Realising the sun was not going to go away, he grunts in frustration, before getting up and propping himself upright with his arm. The bed was messy, and he knew something was off. Of the many times he came home drunk, his bed was never this messy. Ever.

And that is also when he realises he’s naked underneath his black sheets. Strange, he’s never really gone to bed naked. He had the habit of putting on a pair of boxer shorts, for sure, but he doesn’t remember getting naked.

A throbbing pain stops his train of thought as he groans from his headache, slowly getting up to find a pair of sweatpants for him to wear before getting his hangover cure of painkillers. He needed to order some spicy jjamppong as well. And he’s definitely not going to work on his reports today.

Just as he runs his fingers through his hair and opens the door, he’s greeted with the sight of someone already in his house. Seated by the dining table and chair, with a mug of hot steaming coffee and in an oversized grey T-shirt, her hair was long, slightly messy and her eyes were clearly still sleepy.

There, in all her glory sits his rival, Kang Sol B.

Sol was up just a good ten minutes before him, in the same state that he was in. A moment of confusion, before realising that across from her, one arm draped loosely around her bare stomach was Seo Jiho. Not wanting to wake him up and send him into a state of panic, she chose to crawl out of bed and grabbed the first thing she sees: his grey shirt.

She brewed herself a cup of coffee and made an additional one for him, knowing how he would need this. She nurses her headache and recollects her memories, before muttering curses to herself as her memories come back bit by bit. When the door opens to see a shirtless, well toned Jiho in his sweatpants and disheveled hair, she locks eyes with him and the puzzle pieces fall into place over last night.

The memories of last night suddenly come hitting back at him like a bullet train, as his eyes meet hers and he can only blink back in shock. He doesn’t even care that she’s in his house, or that he’s shirtless. He’s suddenly thrown back hours before.

The memories of them drinking with their friends to celebrate Joon Hwi’s promotion as well as Seungjae’s having a second child comes back. How he kept knocking shot after shot back. How his rival was one moment next to him, the next moment in his arms. How he was attempting to bring her home, but she was quick to kiss him, and he was already enjoying it too much to say no.

How one moment they were kissing on the couch, and the next in the bedroom, and the next…

Jiho was stumped. Did he really just have a one night stand with his rival? Kang Sol B? Still standing by his door, he grabs his glasses from the edge of the table, fumbling with it out of nervousness and slips it on as naturally as he can. Sol doesn’t look away, but only slides another steaming mug to him when he sits across from her. They both sit in silence for a bit as Jiho takes scalding sips while he processes his hangover and his memories.

“How are you feeling?” Sol asks, her manicured fingers drumming the side of the mug. She notices the way he bites his lip, the same way he does when he’s nervous. The way his hair was messy from his pillow, it was so different from the man she knew since middle school. As best as she could, she tried not to look at his toned abs, as she remembers running her fingers up and down those muscles last night.

“Terrible. You?” Jiho simply replies, too nervous to say anything else.

“Feels worse than the time after the mock trial.” She says, taking another long sip. Another silence ensues. Jiho unconsciously bites his lower lip, and Sol feels her heart skip a beat.

She’s used to his habits, how he clicks his tongue when he’s thinking. The drumming of his fingers. How he adjusts his round glasses every five minutes. Yet, she has never noticed the way that she feels whenever she catches him doing it. She has never noticed how her heart flutters when he leans over to her to grab a paper, or to glance at her report.

“You remember everything?” Jiho finally asks. Sol looks up at him, thoughts suddenly cleared as she takes another sip of coffee to collect her thoughts. She closes her eyes, the way she does when she’s thinking, leaving Jiho in a moment of silence, and observance.

Jiho notices the way her hair is so messy, it’s so unlike the Sol he knows. Her jet black hair not styled and straightened, the morning frizz just taking effect and her hair knotted made her look so different than the judge in the courtroom he was so used to. Her small frame hidden away with his big grey shirt, yet her slim collarbones are showing and the neckline so low and big, one of her shoulders are exposed.

Jiho was sure that the alcohol had worn off. So why do the words ‘cute’ and ‘sexy’ resonate with her now? Why does he find the way that she bites her lip when she’s thinking about her schoolwork cute back in school? Why was he always flustered whenever she looked at him? Why will his heart skip whenever she brushes his hand or arm?

Did he… have feelings for her?

“Most of it, I think.” Sol’s reply brings his thoughts back down. Sol brings her hand back and combs her mid back length hair back. She outgrew her short hair styles when she graduated school, and has stuck to growing it out ever since she moved out of her home. Jiho can’t help but notice the way the shirt exposes her shoulder and collarbones, he wants to throw a jacket on top right away.

“I… I’m sorry, for last night. I probably should have been more sober and brought you home, not to mine.” Jiho blurts out, fumbling with his glasses again, his hand pushing them up and naturally combing his bed hair back. Sol doesn’t say anything, but just scoffs.

“No use apologising now, don’t you think?” Her voice comes out harsh, but Jiho is used to it. That was her, after all. And Jiho could tell the slightest differences between each tone. Jiho only leans back on his chair, and shuts his eyes for a moment, letting his head tilt back. Sol tries her best not to stare at his muscles, and the way he shifts his glasses up. All she’s thinking is how hot her rival looks in front of her, and how everything about this feels wrong.

“Was it…your first?” Jiho asks, his eyes still closed. He dares not face Sol if she says yes, and he dares not face her if she says no either. He rather wishes to disappear. Only, she returns a light scoff.

“What, you scared?” She mocks. Jiho’s eyes open slowly, and Sol is there with a mocking smirk on her face, almost in amusement. Jiho feels almost fluttery and giddy from her smirk.

“I’m just asking. It’s not mine, I can tell you that.” Jiho bluntly says. Well, it was true. He’s never had serious relationships before, but he did have a couple of casual relationships in the years after graduating Hankuk. It was always bland, though. Never enough time to meet, and the sparks died the same month they met.

“It’s not mine either.” Sol admits to Jiho. Sol wasn’t lying, either. She was never one for serious long term relationships, being so driven by her career. But men kept chasing after her, and she attempted a few flings that mostly landed with one night stands. It never went any further, and she knew that they just wanted her for her body. Ever since, she hasn’t been on dates. This time, Jiho scoffs. Sol hears it and her face darkens.

“What?”

“I never thought you would be like this. I always thought you were so pure.” Jiho says, the taunting smile on his lips. Sol knows that smile. It was the smile from last night, the one he gave her that drove her right over the edge. The one smile that she finds herself so utterly helpless against.

“Well, I’m sure last night I provided enough evidence to support that.” Sol says, leaning forward slightly, eyes darkened. Jiho loves her eyes, the way they change and sparkle, but also how mysterious and dark they are. Two could play this game, Sol thinks to herself.

The both of them lock their eyes for a moment, the tension in the air heightened.

Jiho’s certain he wants her. He wants her, like how he wanted her last night. The entire sight of her was enough to bring him down. Her messy hair falling into her face, the way his shirt drapes loosely around her. He wanted to feel her and caress every spot he hasn’t touched. He wanted to ravish her, to taste her, to mark her as his. To show her that she’s his, and no one else’s.

Sol was equally brought back to last night. How she loved the smirk he gave her, how gentle he is. How good he made her feel, till she was out of breath and dizzy. But yet, it felt so wrong to feel this way. They were friends, classmates. She wasn’t even certain if she liked him for being Seo Jiho, or for the sex itself. She just felt so wrong to want a man to please her like how she felt last night.

Sol breaks her eye contact first, a red blush creeping up to her face. Grabbing her phone nearby, she scrolls through to try and book a taxi.

“I’m sorry, I should go.” She says, as she wants to get up. Jiho brings his hand up to her arm and sets her down back on the chair.

“You’re leaving in this?” Jiho says. Sol looks down, embarrassed and admits defeat. Her clothes from last night reeked of alcohol, and there was no way she was going home in those.

“I’ll drive you home later. Let’s get some jjamppong to eat first.” Jiho says, shifting his glasses up and clicking two orders of jjamppong from his phone. Sol instinctively grabs their two mugs of coffee and brings them to the kitchen to wash.

Jiho watches as she washes the mugs from the glass panel of the kitchen. When she returns, Jiho shifts himself closer to her. They sit in silence for a moment, before Sol breaks her silence.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Sol admits. Jiho knows what she means, and of which, he rebuts.

“Why?”

“We’re… we’re not a couple. I don’t want you to get lead on, and sour our friendship.” Sol says, her hand sweeping her hair back again. God, that move, Jiho thinks. She stands up abruptly, pacing from her chair to the wall nearby.

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea.” Jiho says, stopping Sol in her tracks. He continues on, while taking slow steps towards her.

“I realised way too late just how much I love you. And you’re not going to lead me. Because I’ve already fallen for you, Your Honor.” He says, now closing the distance between both of them. He brings a hand up to Sol’s hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. Sol hitches a breath, as she feels his fingers.

“Kang Sol, I, Seo Jiho, love you.” Jiho slowly leans in, giving her enough time to push him or dodge if she wanted to. But Sol doesn’t move and only lets him kiss her. She feels his soft lips, as they dance together, her hands finally letting it glide over those abs she’s been staring at the whole day. She’s thrown back to the previous night, remembering how she did this too.

Jiho tastes the coffee on her lips and hers. He loves the way she tastes, how perfect his hand rests on her hips, the other hand snaking under his shirt to feel the bare skin. She shudders as his fingers glide over her thighs, but only kisses harder from the feeling.

“You love me?” Sol asks between those kisses as his hand comes into contact with her hip bone, rubbing it lightly. Her hands trail to his waist, pulling him closer to her and taking steps back, such that she’s leaned against the wall.

“I do. Ever since law school.” He growls back and sweeps her hair back from falling into her face. He bites and nibbles on her lip, a sigh of pleasure escaping her lips, before she gently sucks on his.

Pulling away to catch her breath, Sol hates how she’s given in to the man in front of her. She stares deep into his eyes, as she thinks back to the years they spent in school. Had all the meals they shared together, all the one-on-one study sessions and all the reports she’s willingly helped him in just really out of pure friendship? Has she been so blind to her feelings?

“Still think it’s a bad idea?” His voice is so raspy and breathy from all the kissing, she can’t help but feel so lusted. In response, she only dives in for another kiss, thumbs gliding over his muscles, savouring it under her touch.

Jiho smirks under her kiss, as he shifts his attention to her jaw and neck, leaving a trail of light kisses. He thanks the shirt now, leaving a whole side of her collarbone and shoulder exposed along with her neck. Peppering her with kisses, he finds her sensitive spot when she gives an audible gasp as his lips brush through.

“Ji-Jiho...” She hates how whiny she sounds, how her voice is so breathy as she holds him closer to her. But she wants it. She wants him so bad. She wants him like how he was last night.

“You look so good dressed in my shirt… God, you’re such a tease.” He whispers softly, before lightly sucking on her spot. Sol is slowly giving in, as a sound of pleasure escapes her lips, eyes closed.

“Don’t leave a mark there...” Her voice so soft and gentle, unlike the other times he’s heard them. It’s the first time he's heard her so vulnerable and weak. The air between them was so hot, and it didn’t help that Jiho could feel the bulge in his sweatpants slowly forming.

“So you’re letting me mark you, Your Honor?” Jiho teases, the same smirk that he knows Sol is weak to on his face when he looks at her. But Jiho is equally weak to her pleasured face, the way she bites her lip. His fingers rub on a sweet spot on her hips and she rolls her head back, nodding in response. She’s so needy and she can't wait any longer.

Taking it as a go, he attaches his mouth on a spot of her collarbone, sucking lightly and gently, as her whines fall from her mouth. He moves on from spot to spot, nibbling on the skin of some. Sol’s face is red from the heat, and she only palms Jiho’s head, guiding him to the spots she loves. Jiho leaves a trail of bites along her collarbone and her shoulder, but leaves one on her neck for good measure.

Pulling away, he locks his lust filled eyes to find Sol’s eyes equally drunk on lust. He knows he has fallen in love with her with the way she rivals him. It was opposites attract, how he’s always chasing up to her, and sometimes it’s her who’s chasing him. How she was silently there during his low moments. Their physical attention was just another confirmation of how Jiho needs her in his life.

Sol finally accepts the suppressed feelings she’s locked away. She’s been so caught up in her career, from breaking free from her mother’s fingers, she’s forgotten that she had a life, that she was more than just a puppet with her mother pulling the strings. She had feelings for Seo Jiho. More than the way he makes her feel, she fell in love with the persistence he had to clear his father’s name. His entire being comforted her, knowing how it felt to grow up in her mother’s palm.

“I... I love you too.” She whispers back a whisper so soft, she almost feels giddy from all the kissing. Jiho gives a rare smile, almost delighted to know she feels the same, and she manages to give one back.

Diving in for another kiss, Jiho takes the next step further, letting his hand glide on her thigh before going up to her hip and slowly crawling up her toned stomach. Sol was no stranger to such teases, as she sucked on his lips, her leg sliding up and down his inner thigh. Jiho audibly groans in the kiss and Sol loves how she’s taken control.

“Excited, are we?” he growls. Sol only smirks in reply, her hands reaching to the waistband of his pants, feeling the V-shape of his hip bone. Jiho only groans in pleasure, watching as the girl in front of him could be so controlling in a matter of seconds.

“You could speak for yourself, Prosecutor Seo.” And that was all Jiho needed before he fully decided to ravish her in his bedroom. Sol wanted it herself as she continuously teased him by pulling on his drawstrings or letting her fingers slip over the waistband.

But they pull apart, when the doorbell rings, signalling the arrival of their hangover food.

Jiho pulls apart, not wanting to let her go and Sol’s hands still rest on his waistband, a finger fingering the band. Jiho reluctantly pulls her hand away, collecting their food and letting it sit on the table. With one fluid sweep, Jiho picks the younger girl into his arms and shuts the door to his bedroom.

The jjampong could wait. But they couldn't.

[cathartichaoss]

Fool in a one man show

Summary: Joonhwi prided himself in being calm and collected. Always logical, never emotional. Which is why his friends teasing took him by surprise, because he wasn’t obvious at all with his feelings for Kang Sol, or was he?

Or: Joonhwi being a jealous mess and Bokgi and Yebeom being a comedic duo that doesn’t know how or when to shut up.

A/N:this is a 1.3k fic of pure self indulgence, born from a conversation between @ohcoolnice, @sxfik and I, in which we called Joonhwi "Han Joon Whipped". So kudos to you besties for giving me the idea.

Also, if you want to make this 10x better, I'd recommend you listen to No Way! from the Law School OST (here) and have a laugh just like I did while writing.

Part 2 | Masterlist | AO3

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It had all started when Joonhwi made the mistake of teasing Sol in front of Bokgi, that one morning when he was being relentless with her about the sunbae incident.

“What’s up with you two?” he had asked. And maybe not giving him an answer was the worst decision Joonhwi had made, because the younger boy wasn’t the brightest, but his persistence would take him places.

And of course, if Bokgi was after something, Yebeom was right beside him.

Which inevitably takes us to the fatidic moment where Joonhwi not only found out the horrific news that Sol was skipping lunch because she was on a date, but also first heard how his friends had been calling him behind his back for a while now: Han Joon Whipped.

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Joonhwi could hear his friends talking in hushed voices as he entered the copy room. Weird, he thought. When they met up for lunch you could usually hear the group’s voices – mostly Bokgi, Yebeom and Sol’s bickering – from the corridor outside of the office.

So, he tried to make as little noise as possible as he closed the door behind him. He wanted to listen in to their conversation and maybe give them a scare when he turned around the corner.

“Ya! What do you mean Sol noona is on a date?!” Bokgi’s voice sounded as incredulous as he felt hearing him.

His Kang Sol was on a date?! But how did she find time to go on a date? Didn’t they all have to study for an upcoming exam? Well, maybe it was Kang Sol B- Joonhwi froze in his place as his mind started whirling with questions.

“I mean, it’s not an actual date, but yes. He’s the guy who sits right behind us in our class- I can’t remember his name but unnie said he’s cute” he frowned at Yeseul’s answer.

It was most definitely his Kang Sol, on a “date”, with someone else. But since when did she find someone cute? He had never heard Sol referring to someone as being cute other than her sister Byeol…

“She even asked if she could borrow one of my blazers last night, she seemed excited…” SolB’s addition made everyone stay momentarily silent.

“Oh! I remember who he is now!” Bokgi exclaimed “he’s the guy that’s always keeping noona behind when we’ve waited for you after class, isn’t he?”

“Him?” Yebeom added with mirth in his voice “the one who’s scared of our Joon Whipped hyung?”

He’s scared of- wait, what did Yebeom say? Joonhwi perked up his head at the nickname for him and right away what sounded like a precedent book smacking against something resounded through the copy room. And then-

“Ya! Seo Jiho!” Yebeom’s pained whine reached his ears “What’s with you hitting people?!”

“We’ve told you not to call hyung that aloud” Jiho scolded “what if he hears you?”

And Joonhwi took that as his cue to turn the corner and appear in front of his friends. There was a chorus of yelps and gasps – minus SolB who just gave him her signature piercing stare – and everyone looked at him like kids caught stealing candy. And they stood frozen like that for what seem like an eternity.

“How much did you hear, oppa?” “You heard everything, didn’t you?” Yeseul and SolB’s questions overlapped.

He avoided their questions and tried to appear as nonchalant as possible when he asked, “Is Sol coming to study later on? Her date isn’t taking her whole afternoon, is it?”

His answer were five pairs of eyes fixated on him and suddenly he felt very small as he sat down at his usual spot by the end of the table. Bokgi and Yebeom were grinning from ear to ear, Yeseul was smiling and Jiho threw his head back as he sighed. SolB’s eyes somehow said you deserve what’s coming your way.

“What?”

Jiho turned his head to look at him “Hyung, please don’t embarrass yourself by talking any further”

“I don’t know what you mean” he kept trying to maintain a cool demeanor as he reached across the table to pick some pickles to put on his plate.

“Hyung, stop trying to fool us” Yebeom kept eerily grinning at him “we all know you’re whipped for Sol noona and you just proved it to us”

Joonhwi dropped his chopsticks, splashing his soup everywhere as he half sputtered/half choked with the noodles he had just put in his mouth. Jiho sympathetically patted his back as he tried to regain his composure.

Once he was able to breathe again, he pondered his options: he could try to play dumb and get teased or he could admit the truth… and still get teased. And since the first option sounded too much like lying and he was no liar, he was left with no choice but to confess.

“Am I that obvi- yeah, okay, wrong question” he backtracked when he saw SolB’s looking at him with an arched eyebrow “since when do you know?”

“Wait, Joonhwi-ah, you’re not denying you have feelings for her?” Yebeom gaped at him, honorifics forgotten.

“Are you answering my question?”

“I’ve known something was up since you were teasing noona that one morning about her remembering something” Bokgi shrugged “I just silently observed you afterwards… but do tell, hyung, did something happen between you two around that time?”

Yeseul smacked his arm and Jiho tskedat him. Joonhwi cleared his throat and ignored Bokgi’s question.

“So, uh- who is… who is Sol-ah on a date with?” he could feel his ears go warm.

“Why, are you jealous hyung?” Jiho pushed his glasses up his nose with the corner of his mouth turned slightly upwards.

Joonhwi fully smirked at him, mischievousness present of his face “out of all people, you’re the one I have more leverage against roomie… are you sure you want to tease me?”

“Is that a threat?” Jiho arched an eyebrow.

“No no, just merely stating facts over here” Joonhwi gave him an innocent smile “you talk an awful lot while you sleep”

“That makes two of us, hyung”

“Ya! Don’t you know it’s disrespectful to talk about something secret in front of other people if you don’t share?” Yebeom whined.

Joonhwi scoffed although he wasn’t angry “it is equally disrespectful to talk about someone and give them nicknames behind their back”

“Touché”

They finished what was left of their lunch in silence. After that they divided what they needed to revise for their upcoming exam and diligently got to work in small groups, purposefully leaving Joonhwi on his own so he could work with Sol once she decided to show up to their study session.

A few hours went by and Joonhwi couldn’t focus on what he had to do anymore. Sol hadn’t show up and his mind started running wild with thoughts about his Kang Sol doing… things, with another guy. Get a grip, he thought, it is none of your business if she- if she…

He had sighed for the umpteenth time when Yeseul addressed him “Oppa, it wasn’t an actual date- not a romantic one anyways. He’s unnie’s partner for our class project, the professor randomly paired us up. Sol unnie agreed to grab something to eat with him so they could discuss the project after”

“Besides, he’s scared of you, hyung” Bokgi added “you have nothing to worry about”

“Scared of me?” his eyebrows shot up in surprise “Why would he fear me?”

“Hyung, Sol noona is the only one who hasn’t realised-”

“Ya! Jo Yebeom!” Sol’s sudden appearance next to Joonhwi made everyone jump on their seats “haven’t I told you it’s rude to talk about people behind their backs?”

[shinysobi]

i came in from the outside, burnt out from the joyride

this was born out of a conversation with @akinosakiya, so all credits go to her >.<

chapter i | chapter 2 (coming soon)

Han Joon Hwi and Kang Sol, years after graduation. post-canon fix it, idiots to lovers.

ao3

a/n : i got this idea as i feverishly dm'd my friend about a solhwi prompt,,, i took it too far i think >.<

please tell me if you like it!!

a/n: title taken from Hozier's Almost (sweet music) which i recommend while reading this.

chapter 1: you and i are lovers in the dark

There has got to be another way of doing this. I can’t be doing this all my life.

“You know,” the words from Yeseul makes her look up, “you didn’t have to do this to yourself. You could have not taken the case, eonni. I told you not to take the case.”

Sol doesn’t say anything, just hangs her head in shame. The soju burns as she tips her head back, draining the last dregs of it, “I knew I shouldn’t have asked you for help. You’re being insufferable now that you’re dating Bok-gi.”

Yeseul laughs, reaching for the soda can, “eonni, I think you’re thinking about it too much.”

“I am, aren’t I?” she looks at the other girl, clearly panicked, “does it show? Oh, it shows, doesn’t it? Oh, what am I going to do—”

“Ah, noona, you shouldn’t have taken this case on, then,” Bok-gi says as he enters the room and take in the sight of a dishevelled Sol and a grinning Yeseul, “oh, Yeseul noona, I was looking all over for you!”

Sol scowls, “haven’t the two of you been dating forever? Why do you still have the honorific? And for your information, I took the case before I knew it was going to be him that I would have to go up against.”

Bok-gi looks affronted, and Yeseul comes to her boyfriend’s rescue, “ah, I like it, eonni.”

“Of course, you like it, you’re just as gone for him as he is,” she grumbles, “so, Bok-gi, Yeseul’s been telling you everything now, has she?”

“Ah, eonni, leave him out of it,” Yeseul soothes her, rubbing circles into her back, “do you want me to take the case? Instead of you—”

“The client won’t agree on it,” Sol whines, “and just when I thought I had got rid of him.”

“Rid of who?” so Bok-gi doesn’t know, Sol notes with some amount of pleasure, good. At least Yeseul didn’t tell him about the fact that—

“Oh, eonni might have to work with Joon-hwi oppa,” Yeseul chirps, looking entirely too pleased for Sol’s liking, “she’s the public defender for Joon-hwi oppa’s case.”

“The attempted murder one?” Bok-gi sounds as perplexed as Sol is, “but I thought hyung only dealt with financial cases, what happened? Didn’t you say you had some other prosecutor to deal with, noona?”

Sol groans, “apparently he’s taking criminal cases too, and the first one he chose to take was mine,” she stands up, “can’t I ever get rid of him?”

Yeseul blinks, “why did you have to get rid of him in the first place?”

Sol groans, sitting down on the chair with a thump. This was becoming a frighteningly regular occurrence, groaning at the mere mention of his name, “I told you, you wouldn’t understand.”

“You sound like a sixteen-year-old right now, noona,” Bok-gi giggles, and she scowls at him. How dare they find happiness in my misery. Just because she loved them didn’t mean she would put up with everything that they did.

Liar. You’ll always put up with whatever they do.

Wait, why did that sound like him? Did he finally manage to get inside her head?

No. no, calm down, Kang Sol. Joon-Hwi is not inside your brain. Your brain is filled with statutes of law, precedents, your grocery list, the things you need to buy Byeol for her birthday—

You have too many things on your mind.

Ah, fuck.

She stands up again, taking a look at Bok-gi and Yeseul’s surprised faces, and sits back down, “never mind. It’s just him. how bad could it be? We just lost touch over the years, and I specifically made sure to not keep in touch with him after we graduated—I’m going to die, Yeseul-ah.”

“No, eonni, you won’t,” Yeseul props her up gently, pushing the bowl of bibimbap towards her, “at least eat something before you cry.”

“No, you’re right,” Bok-gi agrees, although Sol knows he’s laughing at her internally, the little shit, “it’s wrong to cry and not eat. I’ll be dehydrated.”

The food tastes bland in her mouth, although she knows she’s made it spicy, but Sol works her way through it with tears in her eyes (she passes it off as due to the spice) and promptly starts sobbing again, lamenting her crappy life.

“Eonni, the trial isn’t until next month, you have enough time to prepare,” Yeseul tries to placate her, but it only increases the volume of her groans.  A whole month spent dreading the presence of Han Joon-Hwi as she prepared for the trial. “You’ll win it, right?”

There. That was what had been bugging her. The fact that he hadn’t lost a single case since he’d become prosecutor. It isn’t like she hadn’t expected this from him, coming first in her class, but—

“Is this even fair?” she wails, “the attempted murder case doesn’t even have to have him as the prosecutor, it is going to be easy for me to win, the client was framed, and there is no evidence—”

“Noona,” Bok-gi peers at her, his eyes going wide, “you’re scared, aren’t you?”

“Ah, it isn’t like that!” she tries to defend herself. But Yeseul just stares, “fine. You caught me. I’m scared of losing to him, he hasn’t even lost a single case since he made prosecutor, he’s on his way to becoming head prosecutor in less than a decade, and I’m—I’m barely surviving as it is, so why did Attorney Geun-Tae give this case to me?”

Both Bok-gi and Yeseul look shocked, and Sol isn’t surprised. They should be. She was the one who cut off contact with Joon-Hwi after graduation, claiming he didn’t need her to weigh him down, and she was the person who did everything without a single glance backwards, so why was she being so defensive? “It’s not like I don’t want to whine all the fucking time, it’s just that—”

“Whoa, noona swears a lot when it comes to Joon-Hwi hyung, who knew.” Bok-gi says, clapping a hand over his mouth, “have you always been this way, or did this just happen after you found out that you were going up against him?”

Sol scowls, “you’ve been trying to act cute, don’t try that with me, Min Bok-gi.”

Yeseul nods at Bok-gi. Sol scowls again. Traitor.

--

The truth is, she should have known this was coming. Their field doesn’t leave much for anonymity, and even if it did, why did she think it would be so easy to avoid Joon-Hwi? The boy—sorry, man, she supposes she should give him at least that much, they were both in their thirties now—the man was everywhere, the newest rising star in the prosecution. Even her boss, the clueless Park Geun-Tae knew about it, and had requested her to work in a case against him. her, the person who barely passed her law school course at Hankuk. Who has a sister far smarter than her, better than her at all aspects, who really isn’t cut out to be in this profession, something which she’s heard all too often from everyone, and all she wants to do is yell I know, I know, she knows it all.

Which is why, when Han Joon-Hwi approached her after the graduation ceremony, a determined look on his face, she dreaded the words that would come out of his mouth, and instead chose to flee. In retrospect, it wasn’t the best decision, but Kang Sol A isn’t known for making the best decisions.

She still lives with her mother and Byeol in that same house, where Joon had once installed a CCTV camera, which Lee Man-Ho had broken with a well-aimed rock, but the camera is still there, and while Byeol is in middle school now, a big girl, who doesn’t like Sol picking her up from school every day and who is already getting into trouble with that big mouth of hers, and certainly doesn’t need protecting, the camera is still there, and every once in a while, she likes to take a look at it, sipping beer after a long day at work. It’s obviously dysfunctional, but she likes to imagine that Joon-Hwi still takes a look at the camera feed, doing whatever “top secret” things he did.

She sighs, opening the door to their home. I have work to do if I need to beat Joon-Hwi.

--

“Why was I assigned to this case?” Joon-Hwi asks, surprise evident on his face, “I usually take financial dispute cases, this is an attempted murder, and the evidence doesn’t even look solid. Why am I being given this?”

He’s speaking to the wall in his office, and his paralegals are out on break, but he feels as though he should at least vent about this to something, if not someone. He’s supposed to be a star prosecutor, someone who hasn’t lost a single case since they stepped foot into the District Prosecutor’s office. And it’s true, he hasn’t lost a single case since he began working here, spurred on by a desire to both step out from under his uncle’s shadow and to prove himself.

The cases he has handled until now, have all been financial, catching the people who use money to get their way in the world, much like Ko Hyeong-Su, people so entitled to the world that they didn’t consider the rest of them as human beings. He liked bring them down to their level. Hell, he loved it.

But his specialty is not criminal law, and that too, a case that would be difficult for him to win, given that there was very little evidence and whatever he had, would never fly in a court of law. He’s kind of pissed at Prosecutor Lee for giving him the case. No, scratch that, he is pissed at Lee for giving him the case.

Defending lawyer—

Defending lawyer, Kang Sol.

Could it be?

He turns to his computer, and contemplates for a second if he should ask the police officer about the defending counsel, but decides against it. I don’t want to seem like a fool. Which—is correct. He is a fool.

So, he calls up the person who had the case before him, Prosecutor Shin, and tries not to hide the excitement in his words when he asks, “did you meet the defence counsel when you arrested the defendant, Prosecutor?”

“She didn’t have one,” the prosecutor replies, voice scratchy, and he wonders of he did the right thing by disturbing someone who was in the hospital, “we’ve indicted her, but the defence counsel was changed at the last moment, something about the public defender dropping the case. Her new counsel is some young lawyer, although she has a lot of experience.”

A lot of experience. “A lot of experience?”

“Yes,” the voice on the other side cracks, and there’s some commotion in the background, “I remember meeting her in the courthouse once. People call her crazy, the lengths she goes to defend her clients are insane. She’s a good egg though, doesn’t take on cases that she doesn’t like.”

“Hmm, thank you, Prosecutor,” he mumbles, hanging up the phone. So that’s what you’ve been doing all this time, Kang Sol. how long has it been, four-five years? And we’ve never met once, impressive.

He’s suddenly very excited for the initial hearing, even if he knows its going to be nearly impossible to win. But at least he can see her for the first time in years, even if its on the opposite side in a court of law. At least he has that.

—

“You’re being stupid,” Jiho says without much in the way of context, but Joon knows what he’s talking about, “you had to take a case just to meet her? A case you are most likely going to lose? What kind of person does that?”

Joon-Hwi rolls his eyes. Jiho was a good man, but sometimes, he really didn’t know the reason behind things. Or to be more specific, why Joon-Hwi did some things. Still, it was understandable as to why he would behave like this. Neither of them has had any connections with each other over the past five years, missing each other by mere moments at times, and yet, he’s still enamoured by her memory, of the way she used to look at her law books and the way she used to stick her highlighters in her hair, her triumphant smile after she answered something correctly; he remembers everything, and he gets nostalgic sometimes, but such is human nature, one supposes.

“It’s been five years, hyung,” Jiho mutters, pushing the bowl of soup towards him, “isn’t it time you gave up on Sol noona?”

He raises an eyebrow, “I didn’t think you addressed anyone as noona.”

Jiho shrugs, “she’s older than me, so it’s only right. And I did work with her on a case about three—two years ago, and she’s really become good. Or is it all the experience that she has had now, working as a partner at Attorney Park Geun-Tae’s firm, which is unheard of, at her age, but she’s far more competent than him—”

He’s talking, but Joon-Hwi doesn’t register anything anymore, “you’ve worked with her? Together?”

“Hmm?” Jiho mumbles, thrown off his track, “yes, I literally just said that I did, what are you thinking about?”

“No. no, back up a little,” he insists, and Jiho’s confused expression clears when he realises what exactly is Joon-Hwi implying.

“Really? You’re jealous over the fact that I worked with Sol noona? That’s how petty you’ve become now, hyung?” Jiho rolls his eyes, and Joon has the incessant need to just—bury his face in his hands, “you could just give her a call, you know.”

He glares. Jiho nods, “guess not,” and resumes eating. He takes another look at the case file, and sets it down, proceeding to shove food into his mouth. The Japanese restaurant has good food, he does agree, but nothing beats eating too-hot ramyeon at three in the morning with your best friend after you’ve finished reviewing three lectures’ worth of notes together. Crap. He still remembers her as his best friend, even though they haven't had any contact over the past years now. Pathetic.

But self-deprecation isn’t his forte, and he shakes his head at Jiho, who’s determinedly eating, “how’s Sol B doing? Isn’t she going to be a judge?”

“She’s still practicing,” Jiho replies, “her mother wants her to be a judge, although I don’t think Sol wants to do it. She’s happy being a legal scholar. Wants to become a professor at Hankuk later on, if the constitutional law position opens up.” His face has a curiously fond look when he’s talking about her, Joon notices, or perhaps it’s a trick of the light, because Jiho straightens up, “who gave you the case, though?”

“My superior sent it to me because the prosecutor in charge had fallen ill, and had to be taken to the hospital,” Joon-Hwi replies, “it isn’t east for me to win this one, even though—”

“Even though you’ve never lost a single case?” Bok-Gi’s voice almost makes the two of them jump, and Jiho sends a well-aimed smack his way, “so you’re taking noona’s case, are you, hyung?”

Jiho snorts, “he’s losing sleep here.”

“When did I say I was losing sleep?” Joon-Hwi begins to say indignantly, but Bok-gi is still grinning as he slides in beside Jiho, “who told you that, Seo Jiho?”

Jiho doesn’t say anything, so Bok-Gi fills in for him, “hyung, you look terrible. Haven’t you been eating properly?”

Joon-Hwi squints at the other boy, how did he know I haven’t been sleeping well? Does it show on my face? Is it that bad?

“It is that bad, hyung,” Jiho pipes up, “you look like death warmed over.”

“It isn’t that bad, honestly,” Bok-gi says, and promptly shuts up under Jiho’s glare, “jeez, all right, all right, he looks bad. Very bad. Bad with a capital B.”

Joon-Hwi groans. He was supposed to have been handling another financial scam by this time, but he’s now talking to two of his classmates, preparing for a case that he was sure of losing, just to see the girl of his dreams.

Pathetic.

--

It had been two weeks since she had found out that Han Joon-Hwi was going to be the prosecutor for her newly-assigned case, and Sol already felt like she was going to drown amidst a sea of precedents, case studies, and more cases that she needed to read just once, in order to keep her client from getting a guilty verdict. She would have to work harder if she needed to beat him, and had even contemplated asking Professor Yang for help, not that the man would do anything to make her life any easier.

Instead, she settles for the next best thing, calls over Sol B and Yeseul for help, and while Sol B grumbles, Yeseul agrees enthusiastically, even offering to bring over Bok-gi for an extra pair of eyes. Not one to be outdone in anything, Sol B offered to bring over Jiho, who grumbled more than Sol B (if that was possible), but agreed to come along nevertheless, and they all sat in her tiny living room, looking as though they had lived there all their lives, and had helped her with the case, although the boys were more interested in devising ways to make Joon-Hwi lose, as Jiho put it, “noona is our best bet, and he owes me food if he loses.” No one could argue with that, honestly.

Except she feels like drowning, and the trial was only two weeks away.

Stupid Joon-Hwi. Why did he have to take my case? Why couldn’t he just remain in civil law? Why did he have to do this? Why, why, why?

She knew that she was being irrational. He didn’t have much control over the cases he was assigned to, and given the fact that the prosecutor in charge had been admitted to the hospital, she doesn’t think he had any sort of control over what cases he would be assigned to. Still.

You’re being irrational now, a voice that sounds surprisingly like Professor Yang’s pipes up in her mind, you’re being distracted right now, Kang Sol. You won’t win if you’re distracted.

Right. She turns back to her papers, trying her best to push the thoughts out of her mind.

I can’t be distracted.

—

He was distracted.

It wasn’t his fault, perhaps, but Joon-Hwi feels guilty nevertheless, especially as he stares at his two paralegals who are stuck alongside him, working into the night.

He’s been staring at the same picture for the past thirty minutes. In his mind, it qualifies as work, but what sort, he isn’t sure. It’s a picture from their graduation day, the seven of them (Seung-Jae hyung was behind the camera) and Professors Kim and Yang, Yangcrates even had a rare smile, something which he hadn’t ever imagined witnessing, at least not sober. Him with his arm around Jiho, who clearly didn’t want to be dragged into a conversation then, his attention focused on someone else. Sol B, staring straight into the camera, grinning ear to ear. Bok-gi and Ye-beom, the latter gesticulating wildly and Bok-gi just laughing at him, Yeseul with her head thrown back in laughter, and Sol—Sol was radiant, (he laughs at that, radiant, the Greek meaning fitting her like a glove, Sol, the Sun) the way she smiled at the camera, her hand held up in a peace sign. It was an imperfect picture, and he has the final, proper version hung on his living room wall, but it’s the warmest picture he has ever been in.

The trial is the next day, and he should be getting some sleep, but he finds himself staying awake even after his two paralegals have gone home, apologising profusely for leaving him alone, and then he takes out his phone, which has been blowing up with messages from Bok-gi and Jiho, asking to come out with them for dinner. He knows it’s a bad idea, that they would try and get him drunk, or worse, that he would voluntarily get drunk, and showing up hungover at the courthouse isn’t a great idea.

Except… he really wants to do so. It’s like he’s back in university again, trying to find ways to rile Kang Sol up, teasing her, to revel in the way she would get angry with him for cutting short her study times, even though she should have been in bed three hours prior. She would always look at him with that strange sort of expression in her eyes, Joon-Hwi remembers, as if she couldn’t decide whether to hit him or to just kiss him and shut him up.

His phone pings, and it’s a text from Jiho, telling him that hyung, do you want to come out for dinner? Sol’s buying.

He really shouldn’t. even if it had taken him a moment to know which Kang Sol Jiho had been talking about and even then, he couldn’t stop his heart from skipping a beat at the mention of her name, he shouldn’t.

Oi, Han Joon-Hwi, aren’t you a little too old and a little too responsible to be drinking before the day of an important trial?

The voice in his head sounds suspiciously like Sol, not Sol B—Sol A, although he doesn’t know how anyone could confuse themselves between the two—they were as different as light and day, and the one on his mind was not the one who was offering to buy him drinks and dinner. He sighs, texting Jiho a quick apology before he heads out of the office. He needs to be alone tonight, trying to get his thoughts in order before he faced Kang Sol in the courthouse the next day.

Even though he’s sure to lose, he just might win.

--

[sxfik]

peace is not known to man (III)

part I | part II | part III | part IV (coming soon)

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fic summary: after turning his back on the prosecutor's office, lawyer han joon hwi attempts at a clean slate, starting his own private firm. but, there was no way for him to move forward without clearing his former suspect, his current coworker, lawyer kang sol. with lee man ho, their main suspect, escaped and an empty apartment, can they prove her innocence?

suspicious partner au, fake dating, roommates au of solhwi :)

chapter summary: the news of ji ho's state pushes the team to a standstill, but it's the news that will follow that will truly test the breaking point.

a/n: after 7 months, this is the third chapter of peace is not known to man. it's been an incredibly long time since i've updated and i sincerely apologize for that. in this time, quite a lot has happened in my life! i'm now in college, in second semester, and holy shit it's a brand new year! this chapter took a lot of time for me to write, writers block combined with a busy schedule and zero focusing ability! but without further adieu...

There are moments in life when time seems to be going too slow. Each moment feels like you're wading through an ocean of molasses, your movements lethargic and slow. Every second stretches out, the future not coming fast enough. Yet, your mind is still sharp and bright, willing your body to propel itself forward against the waves crashing against you.

This was one of those moments, as Joon hwi watched as Ji ho's chest rise and fall, his breathing in tandem with the assortment of beeps and noises filling the hospital room. His vision felt sluggish and it felt like the day his former roommate could gain conscious wouldn't come soon enough. Everywhere he looked, there wires and tubes attached to the man lying on the bed, the red and blue colors flashing on the monitors monitoring every second of Ji ho's condition.

"It's a good thing you brought him in as soon as possible," the doctor had said to them, the group almost clinging onto each other in front of the ER. "He experienced a lot of blood loss. If you were a few more minutes late, the operation would have been much harder. He's in a more stable condition now, but might take a while to gain consciousness."

It's been two days since then, as they all took shifts, watching their dear coworker and friend as he lay in the hospital. Each of them would shuffle in, their suit crinkled and hair disheveled as they took turns watching over him.

Despite their firm still being swamped with cases, none of them could focus on anything except Ji ho's condition. More often than not, they would all bring their stacks of case files to the private room, working as they monitored his condition. Everywhere you looked you could see papers and case files, the room as much of a mess as they were. It was only on Joon Hwi's instance that any of them showered or went home to take a break.

Of course, none of this would get through to Kang Sol B. She insisted on staying by his side, snapping at anyone who suggested she leave to take a break. After Sol's incessant pestering, she'd go home but soon enough, the girl would be back, ready to stay by Ji ho's side. Eventually they just gave up, letting the girl sit by her side.

To any outsider, the calm, cold demeanored girl didn't look any different but they all knew better. Her eyes were red rimmed, shifting to the man laying in the bed at any shift in breathing or any discomfort. Her voice didn't hold the same strength anymore, her words had no bite to it. Her hands trembled in her lap, constantly scrubbing at each other, trying to clean themselves off despite not a speck of dust in sight.

Ji ho had left Sol late at the office that fateful day, after getting an apparent phone call that Lee Man Ho was spotted in an abandoned corner of the city. There was construction everywhere in the area, so it was a plausible hiding site for their culprit. Despite her insistence to wait for someone else to go with him or at least take her with him, he wouldn't relent, insisting that he had to follow this lead to prove some hunch he had, before it ended up in a dead end. Stil, he promised her he would call as soon as he was at the site, or at least after he’d checked the place out.

An hour passed, then two. Sol B had patiently waited but after not receiving a phone call from him, she took matters into her own hands, driving herself towards the construction site. After searching every alleyway and street, she found him, lying against the corner of an unfinished wall.

By the time Joon hwi and Sol A reached the hospital, Sol B was still sitting against the wall of the ER, her gaze blank as blood soaked up to her elbows. Her white shirt was smeared with his blood, and she was completely unresponsive to any of their calls.

Sol had refused to tell them how he was when she found him, her lips pursed and her eyebrows furrowed. The moment any one asked her about the events that happened between finding him and landing up in the hospital, her gaze would go blank and she wouldn't speak for the rest of the hour until someone changed the subject.

Understanding that she wouldn't speak until she was ready, they had let her be, each of them taking turns to make sure she was taking care of herself instead. Sol A and Ye Seul would occasionally bring her clothes and food, tried to ensure that she would eat and take care of herself.

"Ji ho, if you wake up, I promise you I'll give you all my candy that you've asked for over the years." Ye-beom said, sitting at the seat across from Joon hwi and Sol B. The aloof and cheery guy who always had candy at hand, now has a pile of candy he laid out in a small bag labeled 'for Ji Ho.'

"I'll even give you the orange lollipops that you always asked for," he looked down to the floor, sighing.

"Give me the cherry ones, the orange ones are too sour," a weak voice murmured out.

"Sure, anything you want," Ye-beom replied mindlessly, before his head shot up looking up at Ji Ho’s faint smile, his eyes finally open, on the bed.

"God finally!" Bok-gi shot to his bedside, his curly hair frizzier than ever. The only thing that kept it back was black hairband with "Ye-Seul" embroidered on it in gold thread. They'd all slowly gathered around Ji ho, standing at the sides of his bed, the cheers of glee and laughter scattering across the room.

Ji ho scanned the room, looking at the shock and glee on everyone's face before landing on a certain girl who stayed quiet, her eyes narrowed at him. He squinted. "Kang Sol? God, I can't even see you properly because I don't have my glasses. Next time I get shot and I'm in the hospital, please keep my glasses on my face," he joked, everyone letting out scattered bits of laughter.

"Next time?" She stared him down, looking square at his face, her face emotionless as everyone quieted down looking between the two. "There better not be a next time," she said firmly. And it would have been effective, if not for the slight wavering in her voice. If not for the slight tremble in her hands as she looked at him, fully taking him in. Ji ho only grinned at her response, possibly one of the biggest grins he's ever had on his face.

The rest of the afternoon had passed by quickly, with Joon hwi ushering in the doctors letting them know he had woken up and the next two hours spent checking his condition and making sure he was okay. By the time he was able to relax, it was late into the evening.

"Guys, go home, I'll take care of Ji ho for the night," Joon hwi reassured the group, looking specifically at Sol B. Before she could protest, Ji ho grabbed her hand, squeezing it tight. Her lips pressed into a thin line and finally, she relented. Sol A and Ye-Seul came to her side, gently lifting the girl up to her feet as the rest of the group shuffled out, Sol B leaning onto the girls.

"I was right," Ji ho murmured to him, his eyes still glued to the door their friends had shuffled out of.

"I think your uncle and Assemblyman Ko was involved in Lee Man Ho's hit-and-run case," he sighed out, his voice clearer now as he looked up at Joon hwi. Joon hwi turned to him, finally looking at his best friend, but before he could jump to his uncle’s defense, Ji ho held both his hands out.

"When I left the office that night, it wasn't because of Lee Man Ho. I actually found someone that had the footage of the hit-and-run case he had witnessed."

"What?"

"Your uncle. It was your uncle Joon hwi," Ji ho softly said, hesitation coating his voice, "Your uncle was the one in the hit-and-run case.”

Joon hwi felt the same lethargic feeling climb up his body as he looked down at the man, his best friend telling him that the man he had idolized and loved, was the cause of all his pain. The cause of everything Sol A had been through. He could only blink back at Ji ho, his body frozen in shock, his mind too slow to process. The silence in the room stretched out as the tension was thick as ever.

“Look hear me out, okay? You don’t need to say anything right now, let me just,” Ji ho paused, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Let me just explain.”

Joon hwi could only nod, as he took a seat, lest his body fail him more than it already has.

“For the past week, I’ve been going through your uncle’s older case files. I had to do quite a lot of digging for them, because for some reason these weren’t in the stacks that we could gather when we originally investigated. When I reached files around the time of the hit and run, there was a major gap. Not to mention, that your uncle struck up a friendship with Assemblyman Ko in that same period,” he paused, trying to catch his breath as his eyes scanned Joon hwi’s rigid face.

“After doing a little bit more detailed tracking of his locations and that days events I found that both your uncle and Assemblyman Ko was in the car together as they left the dinner. It’s the only reason why Lee Man Ho has been so elusive with you, because he knows your uncle was in the car with the Assemblyman. So, I tracked his steps back, and I found someone with the footage.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because,” Ji ho paused, looking into Joon hwi’s eyes. He bit his lip slightly, almost hesitating. “Because I needed to be sure it was him. I couldn’t tell you this news because I didn’t want you to re-live the pain of your uncle’s death and now, the death of who you thought your uncle to be.”

The room was dead quiet then, Joon hwi’s body and mind unable to process the death of what his uncle was to him. There was nothing said, because there’s nothing Ji ho could say to make this digestible for him. Nothing he could say to take back the truth of who Joon hwi’s uncle was.

“I need air. I’m going to all Ye-beom and Bok-gi to take over for me,” Joon hwi said as he abruptly stood up, his eyes not meeting Ji ho’s.

“Joon hwi—” Ji ho started, but it was of no use. The man had already stormed out, the hospital door slamming.

Joon hwi stood in the aisle of the corner store, his hands crumpled into fists at his side as he stared into the walls and walls of ramen. He had just called Ye-beom and Bok-gi, ensuring they took guard of Ji ho’s room before he marched out. Even though his whole world had crumbled in one conversation, he couldn’t bare it if something happened to Ji Ho. Joon hwi passed on the job without much fanfare, attempting at a thin veiled excuse of I’m a lot more tired than I thought I was.

Now, in front of him were rows and rows of colorful packets of ramen. The colors of the packaging blurred as Joon hwi stared intently at the packets, his body unable to move as his mind was still stunned from his best friend’s news.

When he was a kid, his uncle would take him to a convenience store, one that looked exactly like the one he was standing in right now. His uncle, laughing, would place him on his shoulders, making sure he could see every choice before making it.

Giggling, Joon hwi would choose the brightest one possible, and together, his uncle and him, would go home and make it together. Joon hwi would be placed on the kitchen counter, his young legs swinging into the cabinets as he watched his uncle do all the hard and dangerous steps, steps he wasn’t quite old enough to do by himself.

Sharing the sacred process of making and eating ramen together, his uncle making sure to ask Joon hwi about his studies, his days at school, learning everything that went on his life.

And when he would go to sleep on those weekends, he’d dream of wearing the mahogany robes of a prosecutor, just like his uncle. He would dream of laughing and appreciating his life, just like his uncle. And he’d dream that one day he’d be old enough to make the ramen by himself, at his uncle’s side rather than watching him do the steps.

But now he was tall enough to see all the colors of the packages. He was old enough to make the ramen without getting burned, without needing help. But in this moment, all he wished was to return to the blissful ignorance of a child. To have his uncle hold his hand, as he stirred the ramen and teach him every step.

He wished to have his uncle here, to hold his hand through every step. To tell him how to grapple with the fact that the man he idolized, the man he formed his ideals after, was human after all. To help him accept that his uncle was not the man he thought he was.

Joon hwi could only stand, looking into the aisles, as he felt like he was both five and thirty at the same time, looking into the same ramen packets but now from a completely different perspective.

The small chime of the store door rang, as another customer walked into the store, but it was only background noise to Joon hwi, his body still frozen in place. Still, he could make out the black cap of the customer move across the aisles into the one opposing his. His brain still slow, he couldn’t make the connection between the man’s face and his own memory until his eyes met the man’s eyes. The familiar sneering, kniving eyes. The eyes of Lee Man Ho.

As if his mind was jolted into reality, his body reacted, moving from his aisle. But he was a beat too late as Lee Man Ho had already taken off, running out the door of the convenience store and into the street.

Joon hwi ran after him into the street, adrenaline pumping through his veins. His legs couldn’t move fast enough, his body severely constrained by his office wear, but it didn’t matter. Despite the rounded alleyways and narrow streets, Joon hwi followed him, running as fast as his legs could carry him.

Lee Man ho twisted into the alleyway, the walls closing in on the both of them, until it led out into an street, leading all the way to some tunnel. With a new burst of energy, Joon hwi picked up his speed, his hands reaching out to push the rough material of the culprit. Lee Man ho stumbled, his pace ruined for long enough for Joon hwi to reach and swing, his fist connecting sickeningly against the body of this man. Lee Man ho twisted, now facing Joon hwi was he went in for a punch but Joon hwi ducked, stumbling back.

A calm rage washed over him as he sprung forward and swung again, this time his fist connecting with Lee Man Ho’s face. He recoiled, but sprung back to land a punch into Joon hwi’s gut, almost kneeling him over.

“Finally abandoned the law for this, huh Prosecutor?” Lee Man ho’s eyes narrowed as he flashed him a sickening smile, the dim street light glinting off of the metal in his teeth.

Joon hwi could only grunt in response, a hand going up to press into his gut as he stood up once again. He raced forward blindly, attempting for another hit, only for the man to dodge.

“Oh sorry, you’re a lawyer now, aren’t you,” Lee Man Ho sneered, and Joon hwi attempted again, just time kicking up at him. His foot connected with his body as Lee Man ho crumpled into the pavement.

Taking this opportunity, Joon hwi once again surged forward, caging Lee Man ho to the concrete road as he swung, his fist connecting to the man’s face. There was only adrenaline and anger, betrayal and rage, that flooded Joon hwi’s mind, the rationality leaving his body as he kept going. His knuckles screamed at the repeated contact, and his hands were now covered with the red, sticky blood of the man laying on the ground. There was no end to what he wanted to do to the man laying here, all the pain and rage and mistakes and hurt pouring out of him.

“Like uncle, like nephew,” Lee Man Ho laughed up at him, the taunting face now covered in blood and bruises. Tears blurred in his eyes as he slowed down, his punches becoming less frequent. Like uncle, like nephew.

Suddenly, a bright light tracks down the street, the sound of a car’s tires against the asphalt fills the empty night. Joon hwi turns, his mind suddenly distracted and Lee Man Ho takes his opportunity to push him off, stumbling up. His body was dragging, as he ran off, away from Joon hwi, away from the car.

Still, with bloodied hands, Joon hwi could only stumble back to the side of the road, away from the path of the car as he collapsed once more, his body crumpling down. The pain of his uncle’s betrayal was nothing compared to the guilt and pain of what he had just done. It only came crawling back into his soul, the pit in his stomach only deeper than ever.

The car rushed down the street, but oddly, it started slowing down, nearing where he sat against the side of the road before stopping fully. The bright light of the car shone into his eyes, only able to squint as someone got out of the driver’s seat, a figure approaching him. On instinct, Joon hwi crawled back, danger and warning bells ringing in his mind.

“Joon hwi?” an alarmed voice rang out, and Joon hwi jerked his head up to see Kang Sol tower over him, concern etched in her face. His Kang Sol. He could only blink at her, his mouth unable to form any words to greet her, to tell her what he’d done, to tell her what he is.

“Are you alright?” she asked him, her voice soothing as she knelt in front of him, her hands carefully placed around his jaw and his face, turning it in her hands to face her. Still, he blinked back.

Her gaze was so gentle, as if she knew. Her touch was so soft, her nimble hands cupping his face as if he deserved the kindness. Here was the woman he had wrongfully convicted, the woman he had almost put in jail, then taken back in as a lawyer to undo his own wrongdoing.

Like uncle, like nephew.

The thought raced through his mind as the tears fell from his eyes, his body shuddering with the withheld pain and anger. They only fell faster, as her hands moved against his waist to pull him to her, wrapping her arms around his exhausted form.

“I was– I was wrong, I was always wrong." he shuddered out the words, the tears choking him. His body shuddered again as he cried into her shoulder, the tears and pain wracking his body.

“My uncle. He was–” he started, but his mouth paused, unable to finish the sentence.

“Shh, I know, I know,” she soothed him, dragging him closer into her embrace.

“You know?” his voice cracked asking her, as he pulled away slightly to look at him.

“Bok-gi told me. Well, Ji ho told the both of them, concerned for you and Bok-gi called me to go look for you. I had to track your location through your phone,” Sol explained, her voice especially soft as she nervously shifted his hair out his eyes.

The pain only grew inside him, the tears still falling as he struggled to apologize, to explain, to say something to the woman in front of him.

“If I had based everything off of my uncle’s morals, the tenants of the law that he had taught me...” he paused, looking up at her, his eyes pleading her to tell him he’s wrong. “Then what if I’m wrong? What if I had been wrong this whole time, and... and every arrest and argument I made as a prosecutor was wrong?”

There was a silence that enveloped him, as he cried harder, his body shuddering at the thought that everything leading him was wrong. Everything he used as a guidance was wrong.

“You’re not your uncle, Joon hwi,” Sol told him, her voice firm as she looked at him. He peered into her eyes then, as she repeated the phrase to him, almost soothingly. “You’re acknowledging it, apologizing for it. Something your uncle never did. You’re not your uncle.”

Still, it wasn’t enough to override his mind as he lay there, in her embrace, the exhaustion preventing him from moving. And she stayed there, by his side, drawing him in as she repeated the soothing words. Until he was all run out of tears. Until his sadness gave into exhaustion.

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Um milhão de títulos, mas vai levar, o de melhor de 2021 e só minha opinião importa.

Eu achando que o drama da desgraça ia levar tranquilamente o de melhor do ano, eis que despretensiosamente esbarrei em #LawSchool.

Vocês sabem a tortura de esperar a semana passar pra ver ep sair né? Então fui caça drama pra suprir, o que eu achava que ia ser o drama insuperável do ano, fiquei entre dois dramas, e #SolHwi bateu o martelo e me conquistou, acabei aqui nesse drama jurídico, cujo os episodios eu maratonei até chega ao ponto de acompanha o drama e MEU DEUS....

Sei nem por onde começar pra falar desse hino, mas vamos lá, eu vou tentar.

Como todo mundo sabe, Law School se apresenta no cenário jurídico, mas precisamente uma faculdade de direito, cujo os alunos basicamente aprendem na prática, inicialmente ele até parece aqueles dramas que você espera um motivo pra continuar vendo, e esse motivo não demora, alguém morre e você fica se perguntando quem foi? Por qual motivo? E por que? (Vou abri um parentese aqui só pra comentar que minhas habilidades de Sherlock nesse drama, mandou lembranças, não consigo palpitar em nada, mas continuando...)

É ai que o game começa, todo mundo é suspeito, até um renomado professor, que como um bom educador, aproveita a situação pra colocar seus ensinamentos em prática com os alunos, isso mesmo...

Tô falando do Yang, carinhosamente conhecido como Yangcrates, o advogado que todo mundo quer na vida, o encantador de juri, o homem conhece a profissão como a palma da mão e sabe o que fazer com ela, ex promotor, atualmente trabalha como professor de direito na faculdade, basicamente ensina os alunos na prática, sua metodologia é ou você aprende, ou você aprende, não tem segunda chance aqui... E também é nosso primeiro suspeito de matar o professor Seo.

A medida que o drama vai caminhando você percebe que X da questão vai muito além do quem matou fulano? E quem apostou em questões do passado acertou! Por trás dessa morte, tem muita conta pra ser paga, muitas perguntas a ser respondida e aqui está a mágica do drama, ele praticamente te obriga a assistir pra você ter suas resposta... Sim meus amigos, inicialmente surge varios suspeitos, até que uma audiência ofusca a outra, e a gente fica aqui esperando como tudo vai se conectar, porque todos ali parecem ter um passado, que os levaram até ali, e acredito que a personagem que a gente mais sabe o que fez no verão passado, é ela...

Kang Sol A, a perdida mais achada no rolê, a estudante que representa todos nós estudantes quando está numa roda de nerd, para ela tudo começou com um golpe, que acabou a levando pra faculdade de direito, mas a relação de Sol A com o Yang é de outros carnavais, a aluna e o professor, já se encontraram em outro cenário, onde Yang era promotor e a Sol A era rê, mas pegou a pena leve graças ao seu atual professor, até tenta dar um golpe pra alcançar os sonhados digitos que ela necessita na sua cardeneta do banco, mas sua irmã mais nova a convence a volta atrás e torna a mentira, uma realidade. E é assim que Kang Sol A adentra a faculdade de direito, depois de tentar dar um golpe no namoradinho(sim, porque eles são e só minha opinião e a de quem shippa #SolHwi importa)

E sabem o que? Temos aqui um referência a cinderela, só que Sol A não esquece um sapato, mais sim um livro que Joon Hwi guarda com todo carinho, pra jogar na cara dela na primeira oportunidade, é o casal do drama, e não sei qual o problema da JTBC não me entregar esse plot, parece que gosta de me ver todo santo dia pertubando no twitter, pra ver o casal acontecer, mas... Cof cof cof... RETORNANDO ...

Por falar no casal, não posso falar dela e logo em seguida não falar dele, pode entrar Joon Hwi, mas conhecido como cachorrinho da Sol A, inclusive Kim Beon pode confessa que tu se apaixonou pela Ryu, eu deixo viu...

Joon Hwi é sobrinho do falecido e em um determinado momento também é apontado como suspeito de matar o tio, a única pessoa que o defende com unhas e dentes nesse momento é a namoradinha Sol A, por conta disso a JTBC me enfia um diálogo lá pelos eps finais do drama, onde ele justifica que todo esse carinho e cuidado que ele tem por ela é gratidão por ela ter se importado com ele, enquanto ninguém mais se importou quando ele mais precisou, eu sei viu Joon Hwi que é por conta disso, seu olhar e atitudes não mente desgraça, novamente custava JTBC me dar esse casal?

Mas falando sério gente, o alívio cômico desse drama é #SolHwi, o clima pesado e a tensão que o drama provoca, se alivia instantaneamente quando Kim Beon e Ryu contracenam, a química é surreal, um literalmente completa o outro, e não é porque eu shippo fortemente que vou negar este fato.

Eu poderia parar a resenha aqui, porque eles são o principalmente motivo por me fazer morar nesse drama, as migalhas... A JTBC NÃO TEM A MENOR PENA DE JOGAR, TEM GENTE QUE CHORA VIU JTBC? CHORA E PASSA MAL!

Mas enfim, nem sempre de shipper vive um drama, mas talvez um grupo de estudo sustente. Então bola pra frente que tem mais história pra rolar...

Como eu falei anteriormente a trama vai se mostrando aos poucos que é construída com base no passado dos personagens, e o segundo que a gente sabe o que fez no verão passado é o Ji Ho.

Ji Ho perdeu o pai pras "Fakes News", por conta de boatos que destruiu tudo que ele construiu ao longo da vida, o pai dele suicídou-se, e a unica maneira de ele vingar a morte do pai é punindo o culpado, por conta disso decidiu se tornar um estudante de direito, com a finalidade de encontrar o culpado e puni-lo, a história do Ji Ho é mais um ponta solta que a gente espera se conectar com o caso principal. Não recordo agora se em algum momento ele se torna o suspeito pela morte do professor Seo, pois a única coisa que lembro é dele investigando o caso.

E por falar em suspeito, pode entrar Kang Sol B, dizem que a personagem gosta do Joon Hwi, porém nunca nem vi indicious, só sei que ela é a típica estudante que nasceu pra realizar o que os pais desejam, porém no passado, ela tem conta pra pagar, Kang Sol B, é suspeita pois professor Seo havia descoberto o plágio que ela cometeu para entrar na faculdade, porém descarto a possibilidade, pois acho o motivo fraquíssimo, e me desculpem quem gosta, mais não tenho muito do que falar dela, a não ser que apesar dela ter essa personalidade fria, no fundo bem lá no fundo ela é uma humana que se importa com seus colegas. É isso, sorry.

Agora deixem eu pular pra outro ponto alto do drama, o julgamento que deixou o primeiro em segundo plano, e que aborda um tema interessantíssimo, inclusive pra nós, mulheres!

Yesul, pode entrar! Você e a bagagem que você carrega no drama, Yesul é a responsável de trazer para história o relacionamento abusivo. Ela namora um cara de status e sofre nesse relacionamento o pão que o diabo sambou em cima, e o julgamento dela é um dos piores, e arrisco a dizer que desperta gatilhos, pois o Juri ao invés de julgar o inconsequente, julga a vitima pela situação e cabe o squad elabora a defesa da amiga para ajuda-la a sair dessa enrascada.

É também nesse ep que a gente ver o Yang transformar um julgamento em uma sala de aula e faz sua aluna se defender da promotoria que insisti em vende-la pro juri como culpada, necessita uma participação da Sol A pro Juri entender como a banda realmente tocou.

Porém o julgamento não acaba ai, ele se estende para a sociedade, as pessoas continuam julgando a mulher pelas atitudes do macho e a gente é obrigada a ver uma cena dolorosa, onde a vitima é obrigada a se desculpar por ter vivido e dado fim da pior maneira possível em um relacionamento abusivo(acredito que esse também seja um dos motivos de que muitas mulheres ficam presa a relacionamento assim, por medo de serem julgadas como a errada da história), mesmo sendo ela a maior vítima da situação.

Alguns pontos que Law School faltou trabalhar, um deles foi nele, Seung Jae, sumiu depois de ter sido descoberto como Hacker, o único expulso da faculdade, até compreendo porque de todos, que de repente tem problemas na justiça, Seung Jae é o único que cometeu crime de verdade, apesar de saber que ele tem um passado como hacker, que é casado e vai ser pai, Seung Jae me deixou com um ponto de interrogação enorme na cabeça, qual a finalidade no drama? Quem é o personagem? Qual é sua história? Pra que veio?

Outro ponto Kang Dan, irmã gêmea da Sol A, o que ocorreu pra ela se mandar do país, trocar de nome e cortar laços com a família? Qual a relação dela com o Yang?

Ta vendo JTBC, tu tem que me dar uma segunda temporada!

E por fim, vamos falar do ser mais detestável do drama...

O Deputado Ko, pra mim, tudo de ruim que aconteceu nesse drama, é culpa desse homem, e claro, pra fechar com chave de ouro, temos o cenário político como motivação.

Cada vez que assisto algo que encena o cenário político, fico imaginando que ele pode ser até mais podre do que é retratado em cena, mas não estamos aqui pra comentar a realidade e sim do drama, o Deputado como bom político que é, construiu uma reputação a base de fake news, e o que não era história inventada, ele fez acontecer de algum modo, seja via contatinhos ou medidas drástica,e quando a punição chega na porta, AAAAH OS REFRESCO, o primeiro tombo desse homem acontece no final do ep 15, no 16 pra ele é só ladeira baixo IRRAAAAAA.

Pra finalizar, Law School é um drama bem desenvolvido, com começo, meio e fim, que vale muito a pena acompanha, e ao contrário do que ele vende inicialmente, que é uma corrida pra encontrar um culpado, o drama na verdade vai te mostra a expor o culpado com maestria, uma aula pratica do YANGCRATES.

Sim, eu tô dizendo aqui e agora pra vocês que não assistiram (mas deviam ter assistido), que esse drama não se trata de encontrar um culpado, mas sim de como levar um culpado para ser punido pela justiça.

Acabamos?

Não, não acabamos porque temos alguns personagens que eu deixei de fora do meu enredo ai de cima mais que merecem atenção...

E a primeira delas é a Dean Oh Jung Hui, que se eu não me engano ocupa um cargo importante na faculdade, a bicha só aparece pra dar lacre em cima de quem gosta de fazer show e proteger seus alunos, de qualquer julgamento precipitado

A segunda é o "cérebro"(só quem assistiu sabe) do Yang, a professora Kim, sabe aquele povo que você não sabe para o que veio, que é uma incógnita é a professora Kim, a metodologia da mulher é praticamente dar uma falsa segurança pro inimigo, pra na hora certa dar o bote.

De resto é só personagem incompetente que prejudicou mais do que ajudou...

E o primeiro deles pode entrar promotor Jin, pra mim não serviu de nada, era só um falador que no final passa mal, me admiro que uma pessoa que trabalha com lei e justiça, se presta o papel de encobrir falcatruas pra subir de cargo, oh amigo você já tá errando, antes mesmo de começar.

Depois dele, o elenco mais desnecessário era o da polícia, foi mais do mesmo, na pressa pra se promover não investigava as coisas direito e depois achavam ruim quando levava um baile dos advogados.

Por fim, e com muita dor no coração, chegamos ao fim, ao fim do drama, pois minhas considerações finais vem agora.

Law School, é literalmente seu título, uma escola de direito, onde você ver futuros advogados aprendendo advogar, onde uma squad de estudante estrela com maestria o enredo, mesmo tendo suas bagagens pra carregar.

Obrigada #LawSchool, você entrou pra minha listinha como um dos melhores dramas que eu pude assistir e acompanhar ... Muito obrigada!

Mais um drama que entrou pra categoria "não aprendi dizer adeus, maa tenho que aceitar"...

... JTBC EU QUERIA MAIS.

"A lei é uma justiça imperfeita. mas quando se ensina direito, a lei deve ser perfeita. E quando se estuda direito, deve ser sinônimo de justiça. Porque uma lei injusta é a violência mais cruel."

- Yangcrates

Drama: Law School

Título Original: 로스쿨

Episódios: 16

Ano: 2021

Emissora: JTBC

[saturnsummer]

Hi, ever since I found this fanfic video au I have been obsessed with it! but also love all of her law school au so much! Bum x Rhu hye young- adrenaline (spy au) Youtube channel- Artemace song. Please, Please, can you write a fanfic au inspired/based on the video?

oohhh hello!! @thepurplejaybird thank you for sending this in!!

yes, I’ve seen the video!! and I would definitely love to write a flirty, smitten beom and sol who doesn’t settle for less. would take that into consideration, maybe turn it into a series!

but for now, i’ll give you one better🥰

upcoming fics (as of 26/06/21)

i don’t mind forever [ coming soon ]

an au series of lawyers kang sol and han joon hwi at hankuk law firm.

when sol is handed a case, she digs up more than she can handle. luckily for her, her best friend is there.

the fairytale she never had (will you believe again?) [ ongoing series ]

when sol is invited to a wedding, she doesn’t expect her best friend to be her plus-one.

double trouble [ coming soon ]

an au series of kang dan, kang sol, han joon hwi, and his estranged twin, lee rang.

han joon hwi hasn’t seen his estranged twin in years. sol and dan are the sun and moon, in harmony but complete opposites. when rang pops into joon hwi’s and dan’s life, they are sent on a journey of reconciliation, love, and relationships.

inspired by: sucker by artamace song! starting idea of a leerangxkangdan and kangsolxjoonhwi all by her! i will try and make the ideas as original as possible! will give further credits!

impatient: passion [ oneshot ]

the long awaited part two of jiho and solb’s one night stand.

hope you are excited to follow me on this! i know in my previous upcoming, I had ‘i don’t mind forever’ and it’s been really long! but i didn’t want to half-ass my first au, so do give me a little time to polish up the first chapter!

[saturnsummer]

Law School Fic Fest Plans

Pretty self explanatory! As part of an upcoming project of Law School Appreciation Month, a FicFest is what a group of us are planning! Anyone interested? Please do spread around on tumblr if you are!!

[saturnsummer]

Hiiii! I love your writing and you're one of the reasons why I came back to tumblr. No prompts nor questions, I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate you feeding us with solhwi crumbs. lol

awh you’re so sweet!! thank you so much😭 the nation is so starved with solhwi we literally just live off any of their crumbs and interactions VSVS

so sorry if i haven’t been producing any headcanons or writes about solhwi recently. I’m in post recovery of what i wrote in ‘impatient’ and… my thoughts on doing a sequel to what happens after the door closes..

either ways, i have a couple of interesting ideas coming, submitted prompts and all! excited to share them with you!!

[saturnsummer]

oh, how we’ve grown.

prompted by an anon from my ask here! 

notes: this was probably the fic that stumped me on so many occasions, since it was really bittersweet. editing, grammar and other mistakes will be taken responsible by me! it took me longer than expected and i’m not sure if everyone would be able to catch on how i interpreted the group’s futures and personalities! if anyone would like to know more, do dm me! as always, enjoy and thank you for the support and love!

original prompt: I think Joon Hwi and Sol A was already dating during their 3L (since Sol A looked so comfortable acting flirty and cute aroud Joon Hwi on their way to the old man's trial). Now I wonder what happen with them during time skip and by the ending, what stage of relationship they are in. Can you write a fic or headcanon ab that? Thank you! 🥰

words: 4373 words

it was finally the day of graduation.

joon hwi was beyond excited. he was nostalgic, sad and emotional, for sure. but after crying so many tears yesterday and the past week, he found it useless to cry any further. he lets the adrenaline set in for his new chapter lying ahead.

joon hwi was finally going to be a prosecutor.

his letter came in a few weeks after the bar exam. he counts himself lucky, being one of the students that helped to capture assemblyman ko, solve his uncle's murder, prove his professor's and his own innocence. all in his first year. it was no surprise that when he applied, they immediately wanted him. his grades were just the cherry on top to his stack of achievements. he was certainly overqualified for a guy who just passed the bar.

(well, he did pass the second round judicial exam.)

further than that, he was crowned valedictorian and was tasked to give a speech to his fellow batch mates. he had practiced his speech countless times, and he could recite it in his sleep by now. but he can’t quite place the feeling that he feels. his thoughts are all over and he can’t seem to keep his heart rate constant.

a knock on the door of his now empty dorm room distracts him from his thoughts. there, dressed in similar graduation robes, with long wavy brown hair is kang sol a, or to him, his kang sol. she walks in with a small smile on her face, but her smile fades away to a face of concern after studying his face. her eyes dart to the door, and she strides back to shut the door, giving him and her the privacy that he needs.

"what's troubling you?" she asks gently, taking his hand into hers. a quiet, simple gesture done by sol could soothe him so much. joon hwi is silent, not knowing why he’s so nervous. he’s done speeches and talked to crowds bigger than this. heck, he has testified for court. yet, the knot in his stomach refuses to cease.

“i don’t know… it’s nothing new, yet…” he trails off, avoiding his eyes with his girlfriend. his thoughts race through his head, but it leads back to his uncle, his samchoon, the man that brought him up: seo byungju.

“joon. joon, look at me.” sol brings a hand up to his cheek, gently raising it so it meets her eyes rather than the floor. joon hwi promised he wouldn’t be emotional today, yet he found his eyes glassy when he met sol’s eyes. as a tear slips, her fingers wipe it away gently.

“your uncle… he would be so proud of you to see the boy he raised achieve his dream.” sol says, a voice so quiet and soft, it seems to echo to joon hwi. she always knew what to say and always knew what was troubling him deep down, even if he denied it.

samchoon… are you proud of me?

“i’ll always be supporting you, like how your uncle did. when you’re on stage, if you feel intimidated, just look at my eyes, alright?” sol says, rubbing his cheek. he gives a small smile and nods slowly. taking his hand, sol intertwines it between her fingers, an action that he knows she only does when they are alone. an act so simple, yet his heart was so soothed by then.

joon hwi’s free hand reaches to the back of her head, as he lowers his slightly, so their forehead rest against each other. he breathes her perfume in, the one he bought for her a few months into their relationship, the one that she always wanted but could never buy. he takes slow breathes with her, her thumb rubbing his knuckle gently.

sol pulls away, much to joon hwi’s disappointment. he wanted her skin ship even more, just savouring her touch under his skin. sol notices his disappointment and only gives him a smile.

“they’re waiting for us. come, let’s go.” sol says softly, letting go of his hand after giving him a squeeze. he knows she hates being affectionate in public, even in front of their close friends. he gives her a quick peck on the top of her head before following behind her, walking to the lobby where they were.

“yah, hyung!” bokgi waved with enthusiasm, gathering the attention of the group. joonhwi maintains his composure and lets out a deep breath.

“nervous, hyung?” yebeom asks, his fingers fiddling.

“tch, it’s me. i’ll be fine.” joon hwi replies. it’s a half truth, now that sol is by his side.

“that’s why sol-noona had to find you, right?” bokgi teases, earning a nudge from yeseul. bokgi looks in mocked offence, but he recovers. everyone eyes at sol with prying eyes, the look of teasing on their faces. she takes this moment to shut her eyes, bring her hands up to face and shakes her head while sighing. these kids have literally nothing better to do than to just tease her and joon hwi.

“it’s time. you should go.” jiho says as he nods towards the lecture hall. the ceremony doesn’t start till half an hour later, but being valedictorian, he had preparations to do. they send joon hwi their last words of encouragement, but joon hwi was not going to leave unless he embarrassed his girlfriend a little longer.

his hand reaches up to sol’s hair, sweeping the curls behind her and cutely arranging her fringe the way she likes it. sol blushes as the group ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ in front of them. joon hwi knows she hates being so affectionate in front of her friends, but it’s always fun to tease. sol’s bright red and her face forms the smallest pout. joon hwi knows he’s achieved his mission.

“i’ll see you later.” he says with a wink and walks away, hearing the tease from yebeom and sol squeaking back.

when he’s on stage later, giving his speech, the words fall out of his mouth effortlessly. but the only thing that changes is that his eyes are fixed on the warm brown eyes of sol. as he addresses his late uncle at the end, he pauses and takes a deep breath. sol looks at him and gives him an encouraging nod. he ends his speech, eyes never once leaving her gaze, as the student body claps for him and he takes a bow.

one by one, the students are told to line up and take their certificates on stage from dean oh. she gives the seven graduates a knowing smile when they step on stage, knowing how much they’ve been through, after being swept up by their problems in their first and second years. even after all that, they managed to graduate with excellent results.

when they gather to take their photos (taken by seungjae, who decided to attend their graduation. it was the least he could do to show his support.), joon hwi swears he sees his uncle standing at the rock by the entrance of the school. he swears he sees the knowing silhouette of the tall man, grey hair and his metal spectacles. but what warms him the most is the smile of seo byung ju’s face and the slight nod.

yes, my boy. i’m so proud of you.

with that, joon hwi lets himself smile as seungjae snaps the camera.

(he doesn’t notice his blurred vision from his tears, but rather blames it on the sun hurting his eyes.)

-----

the group takes individual shots of themselves, even jiho and sol b are smiling when their photos are taken. sol doesn’t lose a chance to tease her roomie about her cute smile, one she only reserved for limited situations.

joon hwi watches as his friends spread out across the field to meet their family, sharing the good news of graduation and their new starting jobs. the smiles on the parent’s faces warms his heart deeply, somehow, even though he’s standing alone.

jiho was going to be a prosecutor with joon hwi in their new office. jiho could care less about joon hwi, but he can’t help but admit that it comforted him knowing a familiar face to be in his office in about two weeks. after all, they did share a room for three years.

sol b, against her mother’s wishes, has decided to take a gap year. her mother initially planned for her to continue her training, securing her route to being a judge. but sol b has had enough of her mother’s toxicity. as they went through therapy as a family, sol b had expressed as best as she could her need to discover what she wants for herself, not what her mother wants for her. what she will be doing in her gap year is still undecided, but she has chosen to move out for the time being.

yeseul was going to be in a firm that mostly did cases of women rights. while she initially was hesitant, bokgi encouraged her to take this opportunity, using her experience and her trial as a voice to the other victims. from time to time, she promised professor kim that she would come back to help at the legal clinic.

bokgi, on the other hand, had finally achieved his dream of being a human rights lawyer. while he was upset that he couldn’t work near yeseul, his spirits were immediately lifted when he heard that yebeom was going to be working just at the building across from him, another big law firm. (it was settled that as much as they went through, the bok-beom duo was never to be separated.)

sol, on the other hand, accepted her first job at attorney park’s firm, ironically. just when she had her first internship, she remembers screaming that she would never work with crooked lawyers like him. sol chose to work with him, as a return of the many favours she owes professor yang, starting with the one from high school. it was the most she could do for her role model.

joon hwi observes as he notices the proud faces of mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters, and spots the few sightings of grandparents. somehow, he can’t help but feel a little lonely. his parents, the two individuals he had a short-lived relationship with had long passed. his uncle, the closest thing he had to a father had too passed. he can’t even guess where his aunts or other distant relatives are. his distant relatives probably don’t remember him, and neither does joon hwi.

a small body crashing into him breaks his flow of thoughts, as he looks down to see who it is. byeol wraps her arms around joon hwi’s waist happily and joon hwi breaks into laughter, realising who it is and lifting her before spinning her. she’s giggling in a mess as joon hwi spots sol’s mother and her walking to them.

“ah, hello, mrs kang.” joon hoi greets with formality. sol’s mother playfully smacks his arm with a smile, clearly embarrassed from such formality.

“ah! how many times have i said to not call me that, joon hwi-ah! at this point, you should just call me halmeoni!” she says, earning a big laugh from joon hwi and sol’s face burning with embarrassment.

“umma! don’t say things like this!” sol squeaks back. joon hwi only smiles and insists to call her ‘mrs kang’. byeol is getting introduced to their friends as bokgi and yebeom play a game of tag with her. sol’s mother stands by sol, her hand on her back and her other rubbing joon hwi’s back.

“joon hwi-ah, i hope you know how proud i am of you. sol has told me your own fair share of troubles. i know... you don’t have much of a mother figure in your life, but as your girlfriend’s mother, i hope you know i treat you like my own.” sol’s mother comments to him, holding both his hands in her warm ones. “more than just tutoring my daughter and helping her, you got through your troubles on your own.” joon hwi can only smile as he suppresses the emotions.

“your parents must be so glad to have such a righteous son.”

joon hwi, for a moment, is reminded of his limited memories with his parents. he doesn't remember much, being so young when they died. but how his mother would teach him the importance of kindness and compassion. his father would teach him to be strong, to stand up for the bullies that picked on the poorer kids in his preschool.

hearing his girlfriend’s mother tell him that, he couldn’t help but just pull her into a warm hug. sol joins in from behind, enveloping them with a warm that joon hwi was unable to explain. burying his face into the older woman’s hair, he lets himself be a child, as she rubs his back and holds him lovingly.

for the first time in his life, he finally experiences the warmth of a mother’s hug.

-----

as the field starts clearing out, the seven graduates and seungjae are left behind. their families have gone home, leaving them on the field, laid down in a circle, heads together. there was just silence, as they breathed in the air of hankuk university once more.

once more, as students.

once more, as graduates.

once more, before they step into their next phase.

“i’ll really miss you guys.” sol says quietly. yeseul, lying next to her, nods, although no one can see.

“we’ll meet up. especially you, seungjae-hyung! don’t be shy to ask for babysitters!” bokgi announces, earning a smile from seungjae. they slowly got up from the grass, dusting off the dirt and making their way back once more to the university lobby.

this was the place where these eight students met, all with different objectives and from all walks of life. yet, as different as they are, they got along and went through hell together, for each other. the short lived three years were filled with so many troubles, yet they pulled through together.

truly, they were more than friends. they were family.

seungjae took his leave first, being the family man he was. yebeom had to rush to a family event, and yeseul was going to catch a meal with bokgi. (yeseul promised bokgi to give him a chance once they graduated, and so she kept her promise.) jiho and solb were silently headed off in the same direction with their only conversation being “i’ll drop you off” by jiho and solb nodding. (joon hwi and sol only eye them, making mental notes to tease their ex-roommates.)

“are you going home?” joon hwi asks as sol grabs her bag. after graduating, sol made the decision to move home for the time being, to pay off her loans and support her family and ease her mother of some financial burden. joon hwi has opted many times to help, even wanting to pay off her loans. he had no loans, and after he sold his uncle’s mansion, he had a huge sum of money along with the inheritance. but sol couldn’t do it, she needed to work for this herself.

“yeah. i promised byeol i’ll help her with her work and catch a movie with her too. it’s been long since i could just spend time with her.” sol says. the lobby was now empty, with a few students walking in and out. sol looks at the lady justice statue, almost reminded of the many times she stared at it to remind herself of why she chose law. why she chose this profession.

together, they walk out, holding hands for the first time openly in their school. they were no longer students, and there was no point hiding from others anymore. she was just kang sol; he was just han joon hwi. no more ‘second round judicial pass’, no more ‘uncle killing nephew’, no more ‘klutz’, no more ‘twin failure’. just them.

joon hwi takes the bus to sol’s home, still in the ground floor apartment by an alley. sol’s mother invites him in, but he quickly declines, saying he needs to run some errands back at his own apartment. well, it wasn’t a lie. he just shifted in and he certainly had to clean and unpack.

when the apartment is packed with law books stacked neatly in his bookcase, the floor dusted and mopped, furniture clean and the fridge stocked with fresh groceries, he picks his phone to find seungjae sending the group their photos. there’s numerous comments on how yebeom is already missing us, and even jiho gives a ‘tch’ as a reply in the chat. he notices an unread text from his professor and opens the chat box.

you’re on my speed dial for cases. don’t ignore me.

joon hwi scoffs. he sets his phone aside as he flops back on his bed, for the first time processing all that has happened.

he can’t wait for the future.

(on his wall, he hangs a childhood photo of him and his uncle. on the frame, it has a tag with his daily reminder to judge fairly, and to make sure no one suffers unjustly.)

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the next few years for joonhwi are an adventure. his experience in the prosecution office is busy and stressful, but with jiho working just next door, he finds comfort in having him by his side. he battles many cases, slowly but surely, making a name for himself. instead of being known as the man that solved his uncle’s murder, he was now known as the prosecutor that never loses.

the study group kept in touch, meeting every two weeks for dinner at a barbecue place. somedays, they drank. on others, they just chatted and kept the plates of pork coming. seungjae did his best to join, but with his toddler kid, things were difficult.

seungjae took a year after his hearing to be with his wife, and take care of her during her pregnancy. he then decided to work as a forensic examiner. if he couldn't practice law and help people with it, the least he could was to uphold it and enforce it. his job was new and interesting, but he humbled himself to push through his training. he meets the group when they are dealing with criminal cases and helps them out as best he can.

the study group also took turns meeting his kid, and would always love babysitting. sol, as expected, was the best with chaotic duo bokgi and yebeom. instead of dinners some nights, they met at his house to catch up with him and spoil his kid. (seungjae couldn’t stop it. when the kid was born, he immediately gained 7 new aunts and uncles, ready to spoil and pamper him.)

his relationship with sol grew as well. working such long working days was tough, but they tried their best. sol would sometimes deliver homemade stews to his apartment and joon hwi would deliver jjajamyeon with her extra pickles on some nights. they met on the weekends, where they would just go to the park and take strolls or hole up in joon hwi’s apartment to work on their cases together.

sol was doing exceptionally well as a new attorney, almost successfully appealing to all her clients. her clients love her, not only for winning, but for always being so caring to them. many say she still keeps in contact with some clients, even after the case has been closed. while she thinks it is no big deal, sol’s career was climbing up. her loans were fully paid, and she has begun looking into apartments for her family and her to shift out of. that alley brought too much danger, especially with byeol growing into a teenager and her mother’s joints weakening.

sol b took that gap year to work at an administrative office at a law firm, before deciding to continue her law career to gain experience before moving forward to be a judge. throughout the gap year, she split her time on herself and therapy, as well as on her study group. she found herself wanting to be a judge, not for her mother, but for herself.

jiho and sol b also started dating each other shortly after they graduated, when joon hwi spotted sol b and jiho holding hands when he was leaving his office. they only told the group a few months later. but of course, everyone knew by then. ever since then, they caught sol b and jiho smiling a bit more, even if their smiles were just the slight curl at the corner of the lips.

yebeom was doing well in his law firm, handling mostly small cases, but he was content since he had a fun time handling the many cases and making visits to meet clients instead of being stuck in the office. bokgi was a human rights lawyer, with most of his cases about the discrimination of citizens in any aspect. he fought for the rights of those of different sexual orientations, races and religions and was extremely happy being able to do that.

yeseul was defending women of all walks of life, from their unequal treatment to domestic abuse. she was passionate and has made headlines a few times over the years when she chose to speak out about her story. she was well known in this area, being the first few lawyers to be a victim of domestic abuse and defending them. she also kept in contact with professor kim and made regular visits at the legal clinic.

bokgi and her only started dating a year after the graduated. bokgi respected the reasons and her space and yeseul found herself falling in love with him. after all, he stood by her all this while for the whole three years and have seen her at her worst. more than that, he treated her with respect and loved her equally, even after all that.

one day, as joon hwi and sol spent their day on the sofa at joon hwi’s apartment, joon hwi was nervous to ask this question. sol was busy looking at different apartment listings.

“sol, can i ask you something?” joon hwi asks, grabbing her hand. sol nodded, eyes still focussed on her screen.

“would you... would you want to move in with me?” sol’s hand stops scrolling as the words sink in and she slowly faces her boyfriend.

“i... i don’t know. i mean, byeol and umma will be left alone, right?” sol says, her voice quiet and soft.

“we can live near them. i think the lease of the apartment is ending soon, anyways.” joon squeezes her hand.

“but... i don’t know if i have enough money to get an apartment for them and us. joon, i really want to, i really do. but...” sol’s eyes are uncertain, and joon hwi sees her eyes guilty, almost like she feels bad for saying that.

“we can get the apartment in instalments. you can buy one for your mom and byeol first and we will slowly pay for ours.” he says. placing a finger under her chin, he raises it so her eyes meet hers. “sol, they are going to be alright on their own.”

sol nods her head and reaches up to pull her boyfriend’s face to hers, letting their lips connect. his lips are soft against hers, as she taste the slight coffee taste from his mug. it’s almost frenzy, from what started as a simple kiss lead to a fight for dominance. without knowing, sol is straddling joon hwi, as his hands pull back her long hair.

when they pull away, he feels her hot breath on his face, and her face burning red, embarrassed at how she acted.

“should we get back to looking at apartments?” joon hwi asks, a small smile on his face, ultimately an act of tease to her. she quickly nods and climbs off of him as they look at apartments together. joon hwi gives her a knowing smirk, before sol swats his arm and they resume scrolling.

and it was true, when professor yang had him on speed dial.

he was just about to leave for a coffee and bother jiho for a bit at his office one day, when a call came in from professor yang.

“han joon hwi.”

“professor.”

“you’re needed, now. meet me at hankuk university in thirty minutes.” and the call disengages. it was a habit of his professor’s, to give blunt replies and just cut off without saying goodbye. he slips on his blazer and grabs his briefcase before picking up the call from sol instinctively. so much for listening to orders, even though he wasn’t a student anymore.

“called you too?” he asks once he picks up, scribbling on a post it note, noting his early leave from the office.

“what else? gosh, i really hate it when he hangs up like that.” sol replies, a twinge of annoyance in her voice.

“i’ll pick you.” joon hwi says, as he leaves his office, then knocks on jiho’s door. jiho’s head pops up from his laptop, before nodding in acknowledgement.

“no, don’t bother. i’ve already caught the train.” sol replies and joon hwi hears the familiar beeping of train doors. sol knows she’s got to hang up soon, if she doesn’t want to irritate other commenters on the train.

“love you.” he says back. sol’s face is blushing red, but she’s lucky everyone on the train was busy on their phone.

“i love you too.” she whispers before hanging up and storing her phone away in her handbag.

when they meet at the doors of hankuk university each time they are called in for a case, they can’t help but to think of how far they’ve come. sol, the girl with bad grades and on a scholarship. joon hwi, the top student with a hidden secret. yet in a matter of years, they blossomed together with their friends on their routes.

professor yang is by the lady justice statue, and when he looks up to see his students stroll in with authority and confidence, he gives a knowing smile.

shall we start?

[saturnsummer]

sunbae.

Sol meets into a familiar someone. This time, she’s not letting her chance pass again. 

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notes: prompted by @thenerdywriter ! taking place a few years after the gang has graduated and started their jobs. it’s been such a joy writing this! (editing, grammar and other mistakes will be taken responsible by me.) if anyone else has prompts, do ask them in the submission box and i’ll get to you when i can! 

thank you @thenerdywriter​ for this!! i thought of many scenarios, like them being famous prosecutors, or getting married. but i felt that this would be an interesting twist. i hope you like it! thank you for this opportunity! 

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Sol loves being a lawyer. Like, she really does.

Well, besides having to hustle in notes, write reports, follow her bosses to meetings where she just sits and listens, she loves it. 

After graduating with her grades just skimming the pass, she landed a job at a small law firm. She acts more like a secretary than a lawyer there, to be honest. But money is money. Her mother is getting older, and with Byeol expressing her interest in dancing, she couldn’t say no. 

Thus, she sucks it up and sends out other resumes. She still works part time on weekends at the book shop back in Hankuk University, so she guesses she’s managing well. She still lives in that dangerous alley, but it’s much safer now that she returns home every night. 

She tried to stay in contact with her study group. Jiho landed himself in a big law firm, and SolB (despite her mother’s wishes) is at another giant law firm. BokGi got picked up by a firm mostly doing human rights, and Yebeom is working at the company next to BokGi. (So much for besties.) Yeseul is at a small firm, doing mostly cases on women rights. 

Joon Hwi, on the other hand...

He was picked up by a law firm in the States. Immediately after graduation, he left for the States. Everyone stayed in contact, but with life catching up, weekly drinks slowed to a meeting every other month. Yeseul and Sol still meet fairly regularly, but Sol can’t help but to feel empty when she notices Joon Hwi is missing. 

Everyone feels it, but she feels it the most.

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Sol can’t deny her feelings. When she saw him in Professor Yang’s lecture as he picked up her highlighter and gave her a sweet smile, she felt time freeze. Later on, as they became study buddies, she couldn’t help but sneak glances to observe his face when he taught her. She would always hitch her breath whenever he would lean towards her, or tease her with that smirk.

She has always thought that he returned her feelings. The way he would walk her home some nights. How he would always send her a good morning and night text, and place cans of coffees on her table at the library. It didn’t take her long to realise that he stuck post its on her table in their third year every week. (His handwriting was too uniformed, and only he owned circular shaped ones.)

But on the day of Yeseul’s trial, Sol knew that Joon Hwi probably didn’t like her. That he wasn’t protecting her, but her roommate. Of course he would. He was offered to privately tutor her, and they were always top ranking students. She vaguely remembers international events where they both would represent Hankuk in conferences.

Sol didn’t mind it. She was never good enough for him anyways. On graduation, as they took photos and promised to keep in touch, Sol found her mouth dry when it came to Joon Hwi. She had no reason to. (After all, it was just Joon Hwi.) But she felt even more nervous than the time she took her exam.

She planned it out. She wrote a script and memorised it in her head. She wanted to let Joon Hwi know about how she felt, even if he didn’t feel the same. She wanted to thank him for being her friend, for being a support that she will always be grateful for. That wherever he goes, she will always support him in life.

But as they threw their caps in the air and took one last group photo, Joon Hwi slipped away, never to be seen in person again.

-----

Sol found out a week later about his job in the States. They kept in contact by messages and the occasional video calls with the group. But with the time difference, Joon Hwi started texting lesser. Sol was no less busier, managing Byeol and her mom’s age and slowly taking on her responsibilities as the breadwinner of the family.

She used to come home after work and sit outside at the wall, wondering if Joon Hwi could see her in the States at night from the security camera. She would put on her headphones and sit there, watching as people pass late at night. Sometimes, she would speak aloud, as if Joon Hwi could hear her through the camera.

Many days, she would sit outside with a bottle of soju and two cups. She would only drink from one, and the other would just be there as reminder of her good days, when she was a study and drunk regularly with her best confidante. She often ended those nights half-drunk, murmuring her troubles out loud. (As if Joon Hwi was there to listen.)

When Yebeom spilled the beans that Jiho and SolB were dating a year later, she couldn’t believe it. It was a total twist. Does Joon Hwi know? He must be hurt, she thinks. She wanted to text him, call even. But she decided against it. He’s probably too busy for her. 

And so Sol went about her mundane routine. She drank with an extra soju cup alone. Used circular post its. Ate ramyeon like her life depended on it.

And it went on.

-----

“Yah, kid!” Gollum smacks Sol’s arm with a freshly printed set of notes.

“You really had to?!” Sol barks back, soothing her arm and organising the copy room.

“When are you gonna stop working? You’re an adult! You’ve got your degree!” Gollum asks, shoving another stack of papers in the copier machine. Sol sighs.

“Till I get out of this job and move on to a better one. God, I’m still pathetic, aren’t I?” She cries out as she carries a stack of books to the door.

“When were you ever pathetic?” A gentle voice rings as Sol stops dead in her tracks. That voice. The voice that she can’t help but miss. The voice that lectured to her about law and her health every other day. Raising her eyes, she meets his familiar handsome face with his hair pushed back out of the way, different from the bangs he once had in school. His brown eyes crinkle. 

“Joon…?” She asks breathlessly, still taking in his presence.

“Hello, sunbae.” He smirks. The same exact smirk she still remembers. Sol drops her stack of books to the table nearby and without warning, throws her arms around his neck. He stumbles backwards, but his hands rest gently on her waist, hugging the shorter woman closer to him. She inhaled his musky cologne, feeling his warmth wrap her body.

“I… I don’t get how you’re here. Aren’t you in the States?” She says softly, pulling away from the hug.

“Well, I was. I just got back.” He tells her. Peeking his head over, he waved to Gollum.

“Long time no see, Gollum! Mind you dismiss your staff early?” He cheekily asks, earning a swat from Sol. Gollum, to Sol’s surprise, nods and waves them away. Joon Hwi grins and takes her hand into his and grabs her purse in another before leading her out of school. (Gollum, meanwhile only grins. They better get together this time round, he thinks.)

-----

Joon gives her time to catch up with him and they take a stroll to the park nearby. He shares about his adventures in the States and the different cases he’s gotten. Some difficult, some interesting.

“So, what’s been going on?” Joon asks Sol.

Sol begins retelling about how the group has been doing. She retells BokGi’s and Yebeom’s offer and how they have lunch every other day. How Yeseul decided to want to fend for women abuse victims as well. However, she leaves Jiho and SolB dating for the last.

“Oh, um… I’m not sure if SolB has told you, but…” Sol trails off. Joon Hwi only tilts his head in confusion. Her eyes are uncertain and almost awkward.

“…That her and Jiho are dating?” Joon Hwi completes the sentence for her with enthusiasm.

“Wait, how did you know?”

“Jiho told me. Well, I encouraged Jiho.” He says, leaning back on the benches they sat on.

Now Sol was confused. Didn’t he like SolB? Why on earth is he encouraging Jiho? Her face contorts into a stage of loss and confusion. Joon Hwi only lets out a light chuckle.

“I don’t like SolB. I never did.” He answers her, as if he could hear her thoughts.

Sol freezes. So for years… he never had feelings for her? She feels like she’s back in law school, sitting with him in the empty study room when he leans in closer to look at her notes, closing the distance between. Her heart beats fast and she feels a sense of warmth rising to her face.

“Why? You thought I liked her, didn’t you?” Joon Hwi teases. She turns her face away, knowing that he can see her face blushing red.

“Whatever.” She grumbles just loud enough. Laughter fills her ears as she turns back around to pout at him. Soon enough, she’s suppressing a small smile as they lie back and look in the distance to their alma mater.

Sol sits in her thoughts for a few moments. She now knows that Joon Hwi doesn’t like her ex-roommate. He’s right next to her. He’s in Korea. He still remembers her. He still cares. 

But does he feel the same?

“Come, it’s getting late.” He says, taking her hand in his and pulling her up. 

Sol doesn’t notice the way his fingers are intertwined with hers. 

-----

Joon Hwi leads her down a familiar road, before getting three popsicles. Sol knows this road like routine, and can walk it blindfolded. But she lets him lead her. The entire time, she takes in his tall figure. His broad shoulders. How so many years later, she’s still in love with this very man. No matter how many men tried to flirt and confessed to her, she couldn’t return her feelings.

Because Han Joon Hwi had stolen hers to begin with. 

“Is Byeol home?” Joon Hwi asks, as they stop at her front door. As if on cue, a much taller girl emerges from the door, dressed in a simple shirt and shorts, hair pulled back with a large clip. 

“Oppa!” Byeol’s face lights up as Joon Hwi slightly bends to give her a warm hug. Byeol crashes into his arms and Joon Hwi swings her in a circle as Sol just laughs at their childishness. 

“You’ve grown taller, haven’t you, you cookie? And gotten so much prettier, like your sister.” He laughs, ruffling her hair. Handling her a popsicle, she flashes a grateful smile. Sol swats his arm, trying to not burn from embarrassment. 

“Unnie is still the prettiest to you, isn’t she?” Byeol asks as she opens her popsicle. Sol swerves around and is ready to smack Byeol for spouting nonsense, but Joon Hwi only laughs and pats her head. 

“You’re right. Your unnie is still the prettiest and smartest to me.” He says, his eyes locked on Sol, his smile still sweetly there. Sol is transported back in time to when she would catch Joon Hwi stare at her while eating her pickles and only smile at her as she happily eats. The days, that she’s now certain showed that he had feelings for her. Byeol looks at her sister, eyes locked on Joon Hwi and silently retreats back home with her half eaten popsicle.

“Joon, there’s something I need to say.” Sol mutters out loud. She has to do it now. She lost her chance years ago, and she's not losing it again. 

“Me too.” Joon Hwi says, his hands burying into his pockets, the way it does when he’s nervous. 

“No, please. I’ve waited years to tell you this. And I don’t want to screw this up because I know you probably think I’m still hung over old memories. And I don’t know when you are going to return to the States, cause I may never see you again. And then I’m gonna-” Sol is rambling as she feels the same nervousness every time she’s alone with him. 

But Joon Hwi’s lips cut her off. His hands cup her cheeks as he brings her face nearer to him, feeling her soft lips on his. Sol is too shocked to react, but she kisses him back, her hands by her side unclenching from her balled up fists. They pull away, as Joon Hwi leans his forehead against hers. Their noses brush each other and their lips brush one another. 

“I love you, Han Joon Hwi. I have been, for the past years.” Sol whispers breathlessly.

“I know. And I love you too, Kang Sol.” He replies, before crashing against her lips once more. Sol feels the fireworks, as she finally feels her heart open.

Han Joon Hwi is here.

Han Joon Hwi loves her. 

-----

Joon Hwi leaves for the States a week later. A month later, he appears at Sol’s house, announcing that he will be shifting back home. He reconnects with everyone else in the group and the meetings become more frequent. Sol now drinks with another cup, filled by the person she loves. Instead of circular post its, she gets morning love messages. 

And at dinners, when she leans her head against Joon Hwi’s shoulder and looks at her intertwined fingers, she can’t help but feel her heart explode in so many emotions. 

She’s finally whole.

[saturnsummer]

helpless.

han joon hwi does all he can to save kang sol a. kang sol a, for the first time, realises she’s not alone.

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notes: this has been manifesting in me ever since i saw the scene of sol a fainting. i’m sorry it’s so long, but i hope the law school fans like it! it’s my first time, but i’m open to request and improvements. do share with your fellow solhwi fans if you like it! any grammar mistakes and all will be taken fully responsible by me.

edit: this is written by @inactiverat , which is MY secondary account. i did not copy this from someone else. both accounts belong to ME. i am republishing this on my primary blog to better manage.

words: 4130 words.

it’s been a terrible day for sol.

forget about a terrible day, it has been a week of horror.

she can’t remember the last time she laid her head on the pillow of her clean sheets and mattress. with her semester test coming on friday, she has spent the entire weekend cramming for her test. she has opted to sleep at her desk for no more than 10 minutes at a time. her eyes sting from the roll-on muscle relief ointment that she rolls on every few hours under her eyes. her head pounds and the only things she has eaten are ramyeon and black coffee. (no sugar, extra shots.)

sol sighs as she fixes another highlighter in her top bun. she’s been staring at the same question for hours. she looks over her desk, hoping to find peace by seeing a sleeping sol b, but only remembers that she went home. her tiger mom’s orders, since “she shouldn’t study with her roommate, who is at the bottom of the cohort.”

sol visibly frowned as she thought of that sentence. she doesn't need to be reminded every minute and second of her life that she’s the worst. that whenever she fails a test, the smarty pants are cheering due to the bell curve. that she barely scrapes through every class. that she blubbers and mutters answers like an idiot in every lecture.

that’s why she works so hard. to show that she doesn't need money or connections to succeed in this school. that a single parented girl, making enough to get by, holding a part time job can be like the rest. for her mom, she tolerated years of violent abuse, yet still being so strong for her children. for dan, who she so desperately misses and wants to find, even though she knows dan may never want to see her. for byeol, the reason why she decided to study law; the only human she loves in this lawless world.

sol knows she’s pushing herself too hard. yeseul made an effort to remind her to sleep via text. bokgi teased her once during a study group after mentioning she looks like a disheveled panda. even professor kim pulled her out of lecture to give her a talk to remind her to eat.

but joon hwi hasn't.

she internally scoffs. she doesn’t expect him to. (what does a second round judicial exam passer want to know about the worst student?) and maybe, she doesn't want him to. she wants to show him she can do it on her own. she can’t count the number of times he helped her with her grades and cases. studying alone without help was the smallest thing she can do to show him her independence.

thus, she found every moment to stay away. well, from him, in particular. she only came to lectures on time, sat at the back (as opposed to next to him) and left immediately. she returns to her dorm to study (ditching study groups with him in it) and only leaves in the odd hours to get drinks and food when she’s absolutely starving. she hears the buzzes and rings from yeseul and joonhwi, but only smiles when they ask about her inactivity. (“it was dead. i must have forgotten to charge it again.”)

she sighs in frustration and stands from her chair, grabbing her phone and keys out to the pantry area. she needed more caffeine, if she was going to survive this night.

what she doesn't expect to see, is han joon hwi, devouring his late night snack of ramyeon at the table. the shuffling of her furry slippers raises his head from his precious bowl.

“you’re still up?” he asks.

it’s too late to turn around and pretend she didn’t see him. so instead, sol just nods silently as opposed to her defensive remarks. joon hwi stops slurping his noodles and sets the bowl aside. preparing to walk to the staircase, his next question freezes sol in her steps.

“why have you been avoiding me?”

his voice is gentle and nowhere near angry. but concerned and fearful, as if he’s done something wrong to upset her. for a moment, sol feels like she’s in her first lecture with professor yang and is left speechless. (only now, there is no where to hide.)

joon hwi wasn’t blind to her actions. he noticed her absence when she didn’t sit next to him in lectures. he noticed that whenever he was there for a study group session, she wouldn’t; but when he would ask the others, they would say she was there for the ones he wasn’t. joon hwi was certain that sol was avoiding him.

and he couldn’t understand why.

until now.

joon hwi’s eyes examine the young woman in front of him. he’s certain that a middle school student could figure this out; kang sol a is overworked. her dark eye circles are prominent, puffy and her bloodshot eyes do nothing but intensify her lack of sleep. he noticed just how pale her lips look, as he walks over to her. how has she gotten skinnier too?

joon hwi’s certain that she’s avoiding him not because of something he said that annoyed her. but because he knows that she doesn’t want him to see her in this state. his eyes soften and heart aches from the amount of effort she's putting in to her tests.

for sol, he knows how much the tests meant. it was like her entire life depended on it. that’s why he always wanted to help her. he didn’t want to see such a talented person fall behind. she has already proven herself worthy with all the cases she has participated in. but joon hwi knows that no matter how many times yeseul or bokgi or him say how smart and talented and how she’s doing great, she will never be satisfied in this cold, competitive prestigious school. she will always think she’s the worst and has no potential.

“sol.” his voice firm and serious. sol swears she felt a chill run down. she mentally braces herself for this conversation that she has tried all means to avoid. only one person dares address her as just ‘sol’.

“when did you last sleep? or eat proper food?” his eyes are serious, yet soft and glassy. his voice is gentle and soothing. she closes her eyes and lets out a silent sigh. she is nowhere the mock court, yet she feels like she has taken the witness stand and the oath. lying is perjury, she hears herself say.

“i’m doing fine. i just need to do well on this test.” she lies through her teeth. well, it’s a half true and a half lie. it’s just up to him to pick out which is the lie and truth. joon hwi isn’t an idiot, and can read her emotions with just a single look. it’s an utter lie.

“i’m getting coffee.” she mutters to herself. it was the whole reason she came out, anyways. her sleeve is caught by him but she yanks it away forcefully. she doesn’t even know why she’s being so harsh and angry to him. all he’s done is just ask how she’s doing.

“you need sleep. not caffeine.” he spins her around by her shoulders, his eyes serious and almost frustrated. she fails to meet his eyes, afraid of falling apart before him.

“joon, just let me be.” she says harshly and pushes his hands off before running to get that extra potent coffee. it was the first time she has ever called him that, and it falls out just as naturally as the word ‘sol’ does out of his. sol doesn’t notice how wet her eyes are until she’s downstairs, grabbing cans of coffee from the vending machine. (pathetic, she thinks, getting teary because of lying to her best friend.)

joon hwi doesn't follow. and sol isn't one bit affected.

not. at. all.

-----

the next time sol sees joon hwi is in the morning. he’s carrying his books and has his backpack slung over his shoulder, leaning against the wall. sol braces herself. she knows joon hwi to be protective and caring. but for him to be waiting at the entrance of their dorm was downright surprising.

sol’s not doing any better. when the caffeine and sugar stopped her from staying late, she resorted to stabbing her hand to keep herself awake. when her hand got too red and bloody, she switched to another spot on her arm. underneath her hoodie is her arm with dried blood and bruises all over. she’s surprised she hasn’t had blood poisoning yet.

sol flashes the most natural smile she can on her face, pretending as if her argument with him did not happen a few hours ago. her head was numb, but hanging on with the ointment she applied at her temples. she needed to act okay. just so he would stop worrying and leave her alone.

“sol.” joon hwi’s voice calls, going forward and grabbing her arm to support her. sol is about to create a joke, laugh it off and pretend everything is okay, hopefully convincing him she’s doing better (even if she’s far from it.). but what she doesn’t anticipate is his hand accidentally squeezing the sore wound of hers,

she hisses as his fingers dig into her wound and he immediately lets go. joon hwi’s eyes well in concern, not knowing what he’s done that caused her so much pain. sol’s eyes meet his, uncertain and afraid, as if a secret has been exposed. she pulls her sleeve down and is almost regretting that when joon hwi gently lifts her arm and lifts her sleeve up slightly to expose her arm and hand.

joon hwi takes her good hand in his and drags her to an empty staircase not far from where they were. joon hwi notes the dried blood on her hand and gives a disapproving sigh. just what was she doing to herself? she draws her hand back and pulls her sleeve down, hiding it away.

“sol, you need to take care of yourself.”

“joon, i’m doing okay, i promise. it’s not a big deal.” her voice upbeat and slightly more energetic. joon hwi is about to call her out from lying, but she flashes a smile. “come on, how can an exam defeat me?”

“i’m going to be late.” she says and runs ahead of him, joining yeseul and yebeom in front. sol feels a gnawing guilt in her heart for lying, but she momentarily forgets about it as yebeom sweeps them into a conversation.

i’m sorry, joon. i really am. but i’m not going to burden you any further.

joon hwi is left, helpless and broken, watching the back of the woman he loves stray further.

-----

it isn’t a secret that joon hwi and sol a are good friends. everyone on campus is always shocked. joon hwi, the school’s top student. sol a, the school’s worst student. everyone would have expected sol b when they heard ‘kang sol’. after all, it made sense, didn’t it? the two best students in school.

but what would be even more shocking is that han joon hwi, second round judicial exam passer, is deep in love with kang sol, the klutz with the top bun.

joon hwi couldn’t deny the joy he felt whenever sol was around. it started with study group and tutoring and messages about school. then it became lunches every moment they could. now, he couldn’t go a day without seeing her, hearing her voice or even a simple text. he can’t remember the moment he started falling for the clumsy woman, but when he realised it, he knew it was too late. he was in, deep.

and that's why he can’t bear to see her suffer. that’s why he spends late nights studying with her even though he doesn't need to. that’s why he insist walking her home, even though he installed the camera. (“i miss byeol! that smart cookie...” would always be his excuse.) that’s why he calls her ‘sol’, and he lets her call him ‘joon’, even though no one calls him that anymore.

sol locks herself in her room and buries herself under multiple books after her lectures. sol admits it, she’s tired. she can barely keep herself together and her body is so weak she doesn’t know how she managed to survive the week with less than two hours of sleep combined per day. she can’t remember the last nap she had that lasted more than half an hour.

the guilt from lying is eating her inside. when she closes her eyes, she can only see how hurt joon hwi’s face looks when he saw her arm. taking a shaky breath in, she doesn’t notice the tear running down her cheek. what was she even crying about? lying? hurting her best friend? fatigue? she slams her head against her books, shaking her thoughts out. it’s already 3am, and she doesn’t have much time left.

“kang sol a, you need to do this exam, you hear me? if you want to pass out, do it later on in the afternoon! you have 9 hours till the test.” she scolds herself out loud. stabbing her arm once again, she jerks herself awake and writes her notes over and over. just 9 more hours.

later on in the day, sol finds herself seated next to joon hwi. but she doesn’t notice him. her eyes are too out of focus to concentrate on anything but the paper and pen she holds. when the teaching assistant makes an announcement to start, she races against time and scribbles furiously. her head throbs, but she clings on to her last ounce of sanity keeping herself awake.

-----

she’s worse. joon hwi thinks. much, much worse. her skin is paler than normal and her eyes are fluttery. with her sleeve pulled up slightly, he notices the wound on her hand more bloody than it was. he visibly winces. but it’s nothing to the hurt in his heart. he knows that he should be busy scribbling, but his eyes are slightly glassy and all he can think of is her bloody hand.

all he wants to do is to drag her away. to take her far from this school. he wants to hold her small body in his arms and cradle her as he tends to her wounds. he wants to tuck her into a soft bed and stroke her brown hair. he wants to tell her how he feels, how she’s perfect, smart and beautiful in his eyes. how sol has already had his validation, and no matter how many kang sols there are, he will only have one in his heart.

as the clock leaves a minute or so to the end, sol struggles to keep her head from falling. she just needs to finish the last sentence. her eyes are blurred and her head has never felt more tight and woozy. her ramyeon from 4am is threatening to make an appearance.

“sol, you’re bleeding.” she hears an familiar echoed voice say next to her. instinctively, she brings a hand up to her nose, and wipes it, revealing the bright red blood. she can’t care for her jacket sleeve and carelessly wipes even though her arm aches. just a bit more, she tells herself.

the voices around her blur as she feels hands on her shoulder stopping her. she pushes them off weakly as she finishes the last word on her paper. she lets out a breath of relief and pushes her paper away from her. she’s finally done. she can finally breathe and have that nap. someone calls her name, but she’s too tired to respond.

then her eyes rolls back and she crashes into oblivion.

joon hwi manages to catch her head before it hits the table as she slumps sideways. he scribbles his name on his paper before chucking his paper and hers towards the teaching assistant. yeseul passes a tissue over to joon hwi and shakes her, eyes getting teary. he gently blots her nose, soaking up the blood. the other students leave unbothered, with only their study group crowding around them.

the next hour is a mad rush in joon hwi’s head. they are frantic for an ambulance, but joon hwi just cradles her body in his arms and runs outside. “it’s faster to run.” he says before taking off. she’s light, way too light for her frame, even with the layered coats that she’s wearing. when he reaches the hospital, she’s laid on a stretcher and sent for checks while the nurses ask him to wait for short while outside.

and for the third time, he stands outside, clutching to a bloody tissue, helpless.

-----

joon hwi wants to beat himself over and over. he should have been more forceful with her. heck, he should have done more than just watch silently. he should have sent packed lunches, compiled his notes, offered to stay up with her. even after when he knows how much sol is suffering, he only stood by.

his eyes are teary when he is allowed to see her. she looks so small under those white sheets. the doctor mentions that they had to take her hoodie off to patch her wounds and insert her IV drip. “dehydrated on caffeine, lack of nutrients and fatigue.” the doctor tells him. he only nods as the doctor leaves him.

his group chat is pinging with endless messages and he takes a moment to update them. he sends a quick text that he’ll let them know when she’s awake. his hand brushes the stray hairs out of her eyes and as best as he can, arranges her bangs the way she likes. his touch is as light as a butterfly as he lets his fingers brush pass her bandages.

with the curtain closed around him, joon hwi lets himself crumble silently, as tears run down his face, hands gripping sol’s stained hoodie sleeve. he wishes he could do something then just watch sol lie on the bed. he knows she is okay, but knowing that he could have prevented this worse case scenario from happening makes him upset. he gives himself a few minutes to compose himself before taking his own hoodie and layering it on her.

and for hours, joon hwi sits by her bed in his own thoughts, once again helpless.

-----

when she wakes up, her head pounds worse than the time she got the worse hangover in school. her eyes flutter, drawing the attention of joon hwi. her mind is cloudy as she starts registering the antiseptic smell and bright lights. her eyes come into focus as she turns over to find a pair of warm brown eyes looking at her.

“joon hwi...?” she says with barely any energy.

“you’re awake.” joon hwi lets himself sigh in relief knowing that she’s awake. it’s already 6pm. the others should be on their way over soon. he sends a quick “she’s awake” to the chat and shuts his phone.

“i... finished my exam right?” the words come tumbling out of sol’s mouth.

“that’s all you are thinking of now?” the anger in joon hwi’s voice catches her by surprise. she lowers her hand and avoids his eyes. she’s really done it, then. she’s really pissed him off.

“aren’t you one bit concerned about your health? you could have literally died being so overworked.” his eyes are glassy. realising that he’s frightening her, he lets a sigh out. joon hwi helps her sit up and props a pillow for her. her fingers fiddle with the thin blanket of the bed. there’s no point being strong in front of him now, after all this.

“you know how much every test means to me.” she mutters in a voice so soft, it’s unlike her to be so...small. joon hwi knows under that strong woman with a fiery passion for justice, there’s a vulnerable little girl, insecure and uncertain. but this was the first time, he realised, that she’s opening up herself.

“i’m so tired, joon. i’m so tired of running this stupid rat race that i’ll never win. i’m so sick of putting everything into my grades and not receiving anything back.” her voice so small, staring at the bandages on her hand. was the pain worth it? she’s not sure now.

joon hwi doesn’t say anything back. how could he? this man was born for this system, to bring law back to the country. he can’t compare to her, who spends countless nights studying, while taking care of her family. all he can do is sit by her bed and provide comfort.

“my head hurts. my body aches all over. yet, i can’t seem to do well in my exams. tell me, joon. just how long must i suffer?” his heart is pierced with every word she says. she’s so broken. joon hwi then notices the small pearls of tears dripping down her face.

his hand reaches out and his thumb rubs away her tears on her cheeks. he doesn’t know what prompted this, but sol doesn’t swat his hand away. she lets him as her hand wipes her remaining tears away.

“i’m here now. you can rely on me.” he says softly to her. suddenly, he takes her small hand in his and squeezes it in comfort. sol’s slightly taken aback, but she doesn’t know why she feels fuzzy inside. she feels warm and for the first time, she feels her burden lifted. with much courage, she gives a small smile.

“noona!” they hear a familiar panicked voice ring and they instinctively draw away from each other. if joon hwi’s face is slightly red, sol doesn't notice. sol is swept away into arguing with bokgi with her health and a teary eyed yeseul. even jiho and sol b came, but stood by silently. (jiho notices joon hwi’s flushed cheeks and his too-bright smile that he finally realises is meant for kang sol a. he makes a mental note about it.)

joon hwi leans back as he watches yeseul and bokgi fuss with sol’s health. he suppresses a smile as he looks at sol’s light laugh, knowing how her burdens are slowly fading and lifted. that he’s finally managed to reach out for his soulmate as she sinks further. it was going to be a journey, but joon hwi will drag her, his sol, out from her darkness every time.

i’m going to be there, no matter what, kang sol. you will not fight alone. i will stay with you, even when you think you don’t deserve it. it doesn't matter if you feel the same towards me or not. if i can see you smile and laugh, it’s enough for me. your happiness is all that matters.

because kang sol, i just love you so damm much.

-----

sol doesn’t notice the switch in her jacket. when she leaves about an hour later with her friends to eat jjajangmyeon (extra pickles, she orders.), she assumes the jacket she has by her bed is hers. she doesn't notice the sandalwood and jasmine smell, as opposed to her pine scented fabrics. when joon hwi teases her and she argues back in annoyance, she’s carefree and light.

when joon hwi smiles at her with his sweet smile, she can’t help but think she’s so lucky that she has him, of all people, by her side. her heart skips a beat, and she’s certain that she feels more than friends towards him. that all this time, she has finally fallen for the cheeky and charming joon hwi behind his intellect.

she smiles back, teeth bared and eyes crinkled as they walk back.

after all, who is to stand against her now, when she has him by her side?

joon hwi, thank you for finding me no matter how much i try to hide away. thank you for believing in me when everyone didn’t. i know you like someone else, and it’s okay. because whoever that is will be so damm lucky to have you. to see you smile your charming smile is enough to put me at ease.

because han joon hwi, i admit, i have fallen for you. i’m in love with you.

-----

bonus:

“noona, they like each other, don’t they?” bokgi watches as sol a barks at joon hwi. joon hwi only runs ahead and buries his hands in his hoodie pockets while letting out light laughs and continues teasing.

“oh, they are so whipped for each other.” yeseul triumphantly says as she walks with the rest behind the not-so-obvious lovebirds.

well, this would be an interesting relationship to see unfold.

[saturnsummer]

solhwi thoughts: among the two, who would probably forget their anniversary?

hi anon! i have addressed a similar question from another person here, but i have another take on this too! thanks for this!

i still think it would be sol, judging from her character (more in my other ask) but for the fun of it let's imagine if joon were to forget!

joon would unintentionally forget and when he remembers the next morning, sol would give him an annoyed look and grumble. joon would try and make it up to her, running after her for classes and sneaking her notes during classes and begging with his puppy eyes to forgive him.

joon knows that she isn't actually mad, but it was just her way of getting back at him for all the moments he teased her. finally, she had an opportunity to tease him back.

at the end of the day, joon knows that she has long forgiven him, knowing sol rarely carries such trivial matters on her heart. as the day comes to an end over group dinner with their friends, joon would make fun of her sulking as sol only bickers with him noisily. joon would also turn the tables to make her embarrassed.

"aigoo, my girlfriend is sulking again. i know you forgive me, babe."

"tch, yeah right!"

"oh? but remember the other time when you invited me back home for-"

"joon!"

"wHAT?? noona invited hyung back home??" bokgi would SPIT his noodles out. the utter chaos that our captain bokgi would cause even jiho and solb would stop eating.

"i'll kiss you and make out with you here like we always do if you don't forgive me. or i could continue this game we have." and joon would only lean across the table to a sulky, now flustered and face-bright-red sol. (side note: joon would have that stupid heart fluttering smirk that sol can’t resist)

"han joon hwi!" her table would just continuously press for more stories and soon sol would be the centre of their attention for teasing and all until sol finally admits that she has long forgiven him and just wanted to tease him.

when they are alone, spending the remaining hours of their night together, joon and sol would get all cuddly and sulky about how joon felt so sulky that he was ignored and how sol felt sulky about him making fun of her at dinner. they would so clingy to each other that when jiho returns back to his dorm and finds sol still clung onto joon, falling asleep into his arms holding her, he just sighs and makes his way over to solb’s dorm where he spends the night with his girlfriend instead.

(well, it’s a win for both ship, if you ask me.)

[cathartichaoss]

Fool in a One Man Show | pt. 3

Summary: Joonhwi receives a call from a distressed Byeol about Sol being sick, and as the whipped man he his, he goes running to her aid. What he doesn’t expect is Sol’s feverish admittance.

A/N: thanks to the lovely @confusedsoulsramblings for giving me ideas for this chapter, I was feeling stuck and she came through.

TW: sickness, mentions of throwing up, curse words.

Part 2 | Masterlist | AO3

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“… and then hyung goes “I’ll save you some pickles for tonight” as he fixed Sol-noona’s hair” Bokgi and Yebeom’s reenactment of the situation for Jiho and Solb made Joonhwi wish the earth would split in half and swallow him whole.

They were taking a break from studying and his friends had decided to tease him as entertainment.

“Bokgi-ah, I think that’s enough” Yeseul pulled the boy’s sleeve to catch his attention and gave him an apologetic smile “we’ve laugh too much at Joonhwi-oppa’s expense for today”

“Huh? Oh, sure” Bokgi gave him a sheepish smile “sorry, hyung”

Joonhwi made a dismissive gesture with his hand, but he was glad Yeseul had decided to show some mercy on him. “But oppa” she added “Je Siwoo seems to have a serious intention of sweeping Sol-unnie off her feet”

He threw his head back and sighed. That bastard! he had wanted to throw a punch at him for daring to touch his Sol without her consent. He could almost hear Sol telling him she could defend herself just fine, but he wanted to defend and protect her nonetheless.

“Kang Sol-unnie also seems to be making an effort with her appearance, she asked if she could borrow one of my blazers again” Solb added “it seems like she’s trying”

Aish…

“Oppa, are you going to do something about it?” Yeseul’s concern tinted her voice.

Joonhwi looked at the girl he had somewhat started to regard as a younger sister, who had a worrisome expression on her face, and his frown softened. After her trial, Yeseul had profusely apologized to him for dragging him into her mess of a situation, the remnants of guilt she still felt eating her up. He had told her she didn’t need to apologize, that he would’ve done the same for any of their friends and that he was at peace knowing she was safe now. He also knew he had surprised her with his honest answer, because he usually didn’t let his guard down or express his true feelings with anyone other than Sol.

“I- I don’t know” he stammered.

“Oppa, you’ve been pining after Sol-unnie since our first year and we’re about to graduate”

“You should do something about it” Jiho pushed his glasses back “otherwise you might end up regretting it”

“We can help you” Bokgi and Yebeom said in unison and Solb almost imperceptibly nodded along.

Joonhwi chuckled as he looked at his friends’ expectant faces. “Were you planning this all along? It sounds like an intervention”

“We had plans to talk to you about it, but weren’t sure about it” to his surprise, it was Solb who answered his question.

“Although after your blatant display of jealousy, we have no other choice hyung”

“Ya! Seo Jiho!” he exclaimed

“Would you even entertain the idea of doing something about your crush if you hadn’t overheard us talking about you, hyung?” Jiho seemed unphased by him, and at his lack of response he added “I don’t think so”

And Joonhwi hated to admit to himself that he would’ve probably keep finding poor excuses not to confess to Sol. But what if she doesn’t feel the same? I don’t want to make things awkward between us…

Luck seemed to be on their side, because just as they fell silent, Sol turned around the corner with a big smile on her face – which made Joonwhi’s insides turn and twist in jealousy as he discovered it was because of her date – and ready to study the evening and night away. The study session was cut short when Sol had to go home in a rush to take care of Byeol. Her mother had yet again to work through the night and there had been some attempted burglaries around their neighborhood, so she didn’t want to leave the younger girl alone.

Which is why when he got a frantic Byeol calling through Sol’s phone he nearly had a heart attack.

* * * * * * *

Joonhwi had been feeling off the rest of the evening after Sol left campus. He had picked up on the fact that she looked a little pale and the dark circles under her eyes were noticeable even though she had been so cheery. But he hadn’t had the time to question her about it before she left.

It was nighttime now, he had just come out of the shower and was in the process of drying his hair when he noticed his phone was buzzing on his desk, Sol’s name flashing across his screen. He had turned off the blow dryer and picked up the phone with a teasing phrase on the tip of his tongue as to why was she calling so late, which died down quickly when the voice he heard was not his friend’s.

“Hi, is this Joonhwi-oppa?” Byeol’s voice sounded full of worry.

“Hello? Kang Byeol is that you?” he heard background shuffling noises from the girl’s end of the line and his stomach sank “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, but my unnie isn’t” she breathed out, her voice still panicky “I think she has a stomach bug… she has thrown up a few times now and I don’t know what to do! she says she’ll be fine, but it doesn’t look like it and she won’t let me help-”

“Okay Byeol, calm down, try to breathe” Joonhwi put the phone on speaker mode on his desk as he put a hoodie on “I’m coming over, is that okay?”

“Yes!! Please come, oppa!”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can” he haphazardly wrote a note to Jiho to let him know about his whereabouts and placed it on his pillow “keep the phone with you and text me if anything else happens, okay?”

“Okay, thank you oppa!”

Joonhwi took a taxi to Sol’s house, deeming the bus as too slow for an emergency. He knew the fare would be high but could not care less at this given moment. He stopped at a pharmacy on his way and bought some medicine, then jogged through the alleyways until he arrived at Sol’s house. He had to lean forward on his knees to take a breath as he knocked on the door.

“Oppa?” Byeol asked from the other side of the door.

“Yes, it’s me”

He heard the door unlocking and when he looked up, he stared straight into Byeol’s worried eyes, who was beckoning him to get inside. He waited for Byeol to lock the door again and they quickly descended the stairs together, stopping at the entrance of the small apartment to take of his shoes and coat.

“Sol-unnie is still in the bathroom, she’s too heavy for me”

“Byeol-ah, who are you talking to?” Sol whined from the bathroom.

Joonhwi walked in the direction of Sol’s voice. When he stood at the door’s threshold and saw her slumped form, half hugging the toilet bowl and leaning her head against her arm with her eyes closed, his heart clenched.

“Sol-ah, what happened to you?”

She opened one eye and looked up at him in confusion.

“Joonhwi-ah? Is that you?” she croaked “No, it can’t be, I’m probably seeing things…”

Joonhwi chuckled at her and bent down to pry her away from the toilet. He then closed the lid, flushed the toilet, and carefully hoisted Sol up to seat her on top of it. He placed his hand on her warm forehead and she leaned against his touch.

“It is you!” Sol opened her eyes in surprise and leaned back to look up at him “what are you doing here?”

“You know how terrifying it was to receive a call from your scared sister? After you mentioned there were attempted burglaries happening in your neighborhood?” he didn’t mean for his voice to sound harsh, but he had been truly scared her situation was worse “why didn’t you mentioned you felt sick before leaving campus?”

“How did you know- I had to rush home! I didn’t have time to explain, besides it is nothing to worry about! It must’ve been something I ate” she whined “It will go away now that I’ve thrown up, I’m fine!”

So, it was something she ate on her date with Je Siwoo. I hope he’s fucking sick too and that he feels far worse than Sol.

“How can you blatantly lie like that Kang Sol-ah” he frowned at her “I’m sure if you were to be just fine Byeol wouldn’t have called”

“Aish! Stop scolding me” Sol extended her arms towards him “help me get up, I want to rinse my mouth”

Joonhwi grabbed Sol by her forearms and she staggered forward, groaning as she landed onto his chest with an oomph. Sol quickly moved away from him and leaned her hip against the sink, but he didn’t let go of her arms. She grabbed her toothbrush from the cup that sat next to the faucet and meticulously brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth.

When she was finished, he helped her move to lay down on the living room couch, where Byeol had placed a pillow and a comforter for a makeshift bed. Sol would be closer to the bathroom that way. As soon as she was settled, he made her take some medicine and made sure she was comfortably tucked in the comforter.

“Will my unnie be okay now, Joonhwi-oppa?” Byeol yawned as soon as she finished the sentence, exhaustion visible in her face.

“It seems like she will” he smiled fondly at her “you can go to bed if you like, I promise I will let you know if anything happens”

Byeol surprised him by embracing him in a tight hug “thank you, oppa”

She then gave him a toothy smile and trudged away to the only other room the house had. Joonhwi sat on the ground at Sol’s feet, a tired sigh leaving his lips as he leaned his back against the furniture and turned his head to look at her.

“Joonhwi-ah” she turned her head to the side and barely opened her eyes to look at him “thanks for coming, I owe you”

“It is what friends do for each other” he wanted to slap himself as soon as those words left his mouth. I want to be more than a friend to her and here I am sabotaging myself… great move Han Joon Hwi, just great.

“But Joonhwi-ah” Sol spoke softly, sleep lacing her voice “stop looking at me like that, it makes me want to be the Kang Sol you care about more”

Joonhwi froze as soon as he heard her words. He was surprised she still remembered what he had said on the stand all that time ago, when prosecutor Jin had pressed him for an answer. And of course, Sol being herself, had assumed it was the other Kang Sol he was talking about. But why hadn’t she said anything? Did this mean she felt something for him? Or was she just feverish?

“You are the only Kang Sol I care about” he whispered, and he was somewhat glad that the only answer he got from the girl he loved was a snore.

[saturnsummer]

soulmates: an analysis of han joon hwi and kang sol a

aka: why i am either ways going to be satisfied with no confession or having a confession scene. 

please don’t come for me, i’m just expressing my thoughts this! i’m a big solhwi shipper, but viewing this in a different perspective is a possibility too. 

firstly, we have to address kim beom and ryu hye young’s interview here, specifically from 1:02. kim beom describes the relationship as “going further than the relationship between the opposite gender.” specifically summed into a simple word: soulmates.

as we watch the show, from sol’s first interaction with joon when she begs him to save her life, we see the relationship slowly grow. we see her and him working in sync. we see joon caring for her, helping her with cases. 

the same thing about sharing pain. when professor yang is almost dying, sol is frantic and hurting, knowing how much yang must be suffering and how she wants to save him. joon, understanding her, runs after her, then further stays with her until she has calmed down. he did that, because he shared her feelings, and understood how much yang meant to sol.

throughout, we see joon acting flirty, giving smiles and heart eyes to sol, while sol only brushes them away and gives an occasional return. but we have to remember: joon could be like this in nature. 

in the beginning, we witness a scene of joon helping sol b put on her spectacles. a small win for solbxjoonhwiw shippers, but it also brings out an important feature. being caring, good hearted, and naturally flirty might be in joon’s nature. it’s further backed up by his protection of yeseul over yeongchang. when he is being labelled ‘two-timer’, he doesn’t show shock, but just embraces it, knowing how his actions, being protective to his friends and caring, could be misinterpreted in many eyes.

thus, i take with a grain of salt every physical interaction that joon has with sol. that maybe he has feelings, maybe they are just best friends. 

thus leading to my point on soulmates. 

i have read enough pics and analysis to know soulmates. soulmates aren't just romantic partners or your spouse. they are that person you are willing to go through hell and back for. it could be a best friend, it could be a family member, it could be romantic. but not all soulmates are romantic partners. soulmates extend beyond “i love you” and “i will be with you for life, till death do us apart”. soulmates means “i will stand by you, even if you are ostracised, ruined, broken and the world is against us. it's not only because i love you (romantically or not), but because i trust you. i believe you. i trust your actions, your morals, and everything you are.” 

as shown, joon and sol have a high amount of trust for one another. sol trust joon enough to reveal her private life and that she has a twin to him. sol trusts him to walk her home and tells him her thoughts and feelings, without a filter. joon trust her enough to let her be the first few persons to be involved on his uncle’s murder mystery. joon lets sol help, knowing she will handle it well because of this unsaid trust. 

a confession scene will confirm that he is flirty, or specifically, more flirty and caring around sol. it confirms their feelings that, yes, those damm dumbos are in love and everyone knows it, except them. 

however, i will not be too surprised if it doesn't happen. a murder mystery, multiple cases, estranged (injured) siblings, a missing son in states, a whole assemblyman to take down, as well as finding out who is the mastermind behind this chess game. this adds on to sol’s financial problem, yeseul’s pressing of charges, yebeom’s reveal of being a inner spy, solb and her mommy issues, and seungjae’s involvement in all of this. coupled with how the law school is coping, how all of them are going to be viewed and more.  

it’s too overwhelming to tie up the loose ends AND add a confession scene. i would suspect that it will be very rushed.

with that said, will a season 2 be likely?

i would imagine, it’s about a 70% chance. looking at reviews, it is highly rated on netflix and quite well liked by k-netizens. however, if not marketed well, a season 2 may flop and end in a ditch somewhere. there is definitely expansion on season 2. (what is seungjae doing now? how is his relationship with his wife? will dan reconnect with sol? how about professor kang?) for there to be an actual plot and depth to it, some endings may have to be left untied, or someone will have to be killed, in an attempt to cover up a deeper conspiracy. 

in my own opinion, i would definitely love a season 2. i would love to see these students grow and graduate. i want to see them at their full potential and embark on their road to law professionals. while the love line between bokgi and yeseul, jiho and solb, and our beloved solhwi is secondary, i would want to see further interactions on yeseul trusting bokgi, solb and jiho having their own moments, and of course solhwi. 

it's been a journey, so conclusion: a season 2 is very much wanted!! thank you for reading this for those who read this. do let me know how you feel and your thoughts! i respect everyone’s thoughts equally, and would love to hear from you all.

[saturnsummer]

it’s been a fun journey to look at these 8 individuals grow, and i’m trying to find peace in accepting the likelihood of season 2 being low. either ways, it’s too early to suspect a season 2, and too early to assume that there wouldn’t be a season 2. 

whether they will start having a season 2, let’s all keep supporting the production team and giving them our love and wait for their messages after the finale. am so grateful to be able to journey with the law school cast!