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prettywordsyouleft · 4 years

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Jet Ski

Prompt: “I’m sure my life just flashed before my eyes.” -- @challengingwords challenge

Pairing: Jung Yonghwa x reader

Genre: fluff / travel au / friends to lovers au

Warnings: none

Word count: 842

When Yonghwa had invited you to join him for a holiday in Hawaii, you had jumped at the opportunity. What better than escaping the wintry blast from the south by heading to the sun, the sand, and the surf to spend the time relaxing and hopefully getting a decent tan line? You had prepared for days relaxing beside the pool or on the beach catching up on the book series you had abandoned when work got too much. You were excited to try the local cuisine and explore the heavily boasted nature spots of the islands. You needed to decompress, roll the stress off your shoulders and return home completely at ease.

However, Yonghwa didn’t seem to share the same idea for pampering and relaxation. You eyed him as if he had sprouted an extra head. “You want me to do what?!”

“Come jet skiing with me, Y/N!”

You laughed, though it was hollow, soon staring at him incredulously. “What? No, I can’t!”

“Why can’t you?”

“Because that is a machine and it can go fast and-”

“I’ll be with you the whole time, Y/N.”

“That doesn’t leave much for me to feel comforted, Yonghwa. I’ve known you for years. I’ve also got receipts on all the times you’ve done something risky around me.”

Yonghwa folded his arms across his chest and cocked his head to the side. “Just say you’re afraid.”

“I’m sure my life just flashed before my eyes, and I haven’t even gone near the thing! I’d much rather enjoy the sea from here,” you announced, patting the beach towel you were sprawled upon. “You can go jet ski.”

“I already went wakeboarding and on the water tube ride by myself. I asked you to come on this trip with me to share the experiences, not do everything alone!”

“You know I don’t do scary things,” you rebutted, pouting in hopes it would let you off the hook. Yonghwa was unimpressed.

“I’ll go really slow. You can sit in front of me and I’ll make sure you’re safe the whole time. Just this, Y/N. Come on! I want to do this with you.”

When he put it that way, you couldn’t deny him forever. Eyeing your friend carefully, you nodded. “If I get too scared, we come back.”

“Immediately,” he agreed, helping you to your feet.

And after a safety course and being strapped into a lifejacket, you were sitting astride the jet ski forty minutes later. As promised, Yonghwa didn’t hit the throttle and you had to admit you felt entirely protected caged in by his arms. Soon, you were asking him to go faster and squealing with delight when the surf and the air rushed by.

“Where are we going?” you shouted when Yonghwa steered the jet ski away from the area you had been riding in. “We should stick to where we know.”

“Good thing I know where I’m going,” he told you over the noise and you chewed on your lip the further you went away from the resort. It was one thing to be playing where the beach was in sight, but now out in open waters, you were feeling a little concerned.

Just when you found the courage to tell Yonghwa to turn back, you saw the small cove up ahead. On the beachfront was a picnic area and there were lanterns all set up around it as if it were awaiting a guest tonight. As Yonghwa killed the engine and guided the water bike towards the jetty to hook it up, you were overwhelmed.

He helped you up onto the jetty and then wrapped his arms around you from behind again. “You seem stunned.”

“I am… this is so beautiful.”

“So are you,” he murmured into your ear and you stilled, wondering if you heard him right. As if he read your thoughts, Yonghwa chuckled. “Did you think I asked you to come with me just because we’re friends? I haven’t been able to confess how much I like you back home so I thought why not try here.”

Spinning around in his arms, you smiled. “You knew I would say that I like you too even in the pouring rain.”

“I know, but it didn’t feel magical enough,” he commented with a satisfied grin, leaning in close enough for you to kiss him.

Whilst it wasn’t your first kiss together – that had happened as kids during an experimental stage – this was the best kiss you’d had in your life. As was the picnic he guided you to and the little hut that housed the bed you would share for the night.

After snuggling up after an evening full of delicious food, kisses and overdue confessions, you turned to look over your shoulder at him. “Yong, what would you have done if I didn’t get on the jet ski?”

“I knew I could convince you. Besides, if you hadn’t, I had a plan b.”

“Which was?”

“You’ll have to wait until we get back to the main island tomorrow to find out.”

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noona-clock · 6 years

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Drabble Game: Airport

Hi B! I told you I’d see you in your inbox 😏 How do you feel about Yonghwa and Airport??

I’m feelin’ pretty good about it, @cramelot , I must say. I hope you like it!

Genre: College!AU/Fluff

Pairing: Yonghwa x You

By Admin B

Your knee jiggled anxiously as you waited for the flight attendant to make the announcement. The announcement giving the okay to open the plane door and let all of the passengers off.

Everyone had already stood and started retrieving their carry-on bags from the overhead compartments, but it was at that awkward stage when no one was allowed to get off yet, so they were all just standing around... waiting...

But then you heard the click of the intercom, and the flight attendant thanked everyone for flying with them and wished you and your fellow passengers a wonderful day.

You stood up quickly but carefully, tilting your head so you wouldn’t hit it on the overhead bin, and got ready to get your bag out.

See, you were just getting back home from a whole school year overseas. You’d lived and studied in a different country for almost a whole year, and now... now you were back home.

And, truth be told, the person you were most excited to see was Yonghwa. Yes, you had missed your parents, but... you’d missed your boyfriend more. And your heart was already pounding because you knew he was the one coming to pick you up.

You shuffled impatiently behind the person in front of you, clutching your bag and smiling at the pilot and flight attendant as you passed by. And as soon as you stepped off the plane, you bolted.

You didn’t even get out your phone because you knew Yonghwa knew when your plane landed; you knew he would already be waiting for you at the arrivals gate. There was no need to contact him, and you honestly wanted to just see him. You’d been talking to him the whole time you were over there, but you hadn’t gotten to see him.

So getting to be face-to-face with him? Getting to actually be in his arms again? That was really the only thing on your mind.

You weaved through the crowd of people, you murmured ‘excuse me’ after ‘excuse me’ as you climbed the escalator, and you bit your lip as you began to search for his familiar, handsome face.

Your search was interrupted by a loud voice calling your name. And your heart immediately stopped. Because you knew that voice. It was even more familiar than his face, and a huge, beaming smile immediately tugged at your lips.

Your gaze shifted to where you’d heard him, and when your eyes finally landed on him? You almost let out a cry of joy. But you simply bit your lip, held back a squeal, and ran for it.

Halfway there, your bag fell from your shoulders, but you barely even noticed. You barely even noticed anything else in the whole airport besides him. Besides his bright, cheesy grin. Besides his sparkling eyes and perfect hair and the way he was already holding his arms out for you.

And when you finally reached him, you wasted no time in almost tackling him to the ground, your arms flinging around his neck and latching on like you were never going to let go.

You didn’t want to let go. Ever.

“I thought you would never get here,” he murmured, holding you so tightly you weren’t sure you could actually answer back.

“Oh, don’t worry,” you breathed. “I’m never leaving again.”

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sxcret-garden-archive · 3 years

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✧ CNBLUE as Cats ✧

✧ CNBLUE all members ✧ genre: misc, fluff ✧ more parts~

Jung Yonghwa:

incredibly beautiful long haired cat with tiger stripes

white paws

amber eyes

seriously you could swear you’ve never seen such a beautiful cat before

always has that chill expression on his face that tells you he’s never thought a mean thought in his life

...or so you’d think

is the kind of cat who will always be at the worst place at the wrong time

got an assignment due in 30 minutes? doesn’t matter, he’ll sprawl out on your laptop anyway

trying to cook dinner because your date will be over in an hour? guess who decided the stove is the perfect place to take a nap on?

if he wants attention he wants it now, and he will get it

try to pick him up and put him elsewhere, he’ll be back to his original position within seconds, ready to unknowingly bother you

needy, but also very silent (he annoys in a different way lol)

*wanders across shelf* *makes sure to knock over every single thing that’s placed there*

when he jumps down he proudly looks at the mess he created and then runs up to you purring, expecting you to praise him and give him chin scratches

pretends to be picky about his food

but also you’ve seen him steal very strange food choices for a cat on multiple occasions

like pickles or bread

loves fish, almost as much as he loves himself

nr 3 on the list of his favourite things would be sunbaths, sprawled out across the floor in the middle of the room of course, so that he can take up as much space as possible lol

Kang Minhyuk:

little grey cat with short fur

big eyes that watch everything with great interest and just the right amount of suspicion

follows you around wherever you go

seriously you could take him on a stroll through the city without a leash and he’d focus on nothing but you

does get distracted by food sometimes, especially meat and whipped cream

if it’s greasy he wants to at least smell it

might try to lick it with his lil pink kitty tongue and then decide if it’s too fatty or if he should go over to phase 2 and figure out how to steal it

very balanced energy levels, despite being super attentive to his surroundings

also pretty simple to please

it’s play time? cool, let’s play!

time for a nap? sure, just don’t wake me up!

I’m getting fed? yay, be right there, just lemme stretch real quick!

sometimes he makes you wonder if you really own a cat or a dog

surprisingly fine with the vet, so long as he’s used to going there

a little shy when meeting someone for the first time

give him time until he approaches you first, and soon he’ll curl up on your lap and let you pet his head and back

don’t touch his belly if you want to still be able to use your hand tho lol

his favourite toy is a little blue bouncy ball that you got him for his first birthday

but he also likes other kinds of toys like little mice or bird toys

very active at night, especially if he’s allowed to go outside

is usually home by morning though, and loves to curl up at the end of your bed to nap for another hour or two, before you get up to feed him

Lee Jungshin:

black cat with short fur and a white dot on his chest

on the bigger side, but very slim

super friendly with anyone

whether he’s known you for ages or you just met for the first time, he’ll excitedly run up to you and smash his whole weight against your legs to rub his body against them

loves pets, but is easily overstimulated and bites if you don’t take your hands off him on time

does he love belly rubs or does he hate them? you really don’t know

will willingly throw himself on the ground and expose that fluffy belly

lets you touch it but also attacks your hand with his paws and teeth

starts whining if you stop petting him ksajdflak

not always in the mood for playing, but when he is, nothing is safe from him

sometimes chases things that aren’t there multiple rounds through your whole living space

just let him be lol

comes to sleep next to you afterwards, but almost never on your lap

if you lift him up to sit him down on top of your legs he’ll most likely get up and curl up right next to you, so that you can feel his body still touching you

sometimes in the middle of the night you hear him meowing loudly, and when you get up to see what’s happening he’ll just be sitting there in front of a wall, screaming at it

as you can see, he does very weird things sometimes, but usually he’s chill

still spends the majority of his day sleeping, just like any other cat

loves doing the thing where he curls up on a high shelf or a platform on his cattree and the only thing visible from below is the tip of his nose and his paws

snores

also starts drooling when you pet his head right between his ears, or when he’s having a good nap

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i-would-rather-be-queen · 7 years

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CNBLUE Shaving Them

Because I’m weird, hush. :P

2PM Version

Yonghwa – Would find this an odd request and tease you. Like was this some new fetish he should be concerned about? Were you going to start shaving him in his sleep? He’d have a lot of fun with it. After he got his jokes in and if he didn’t have a schedule he’d let you do it. He’d be surprised at the feeling of intimacy of the act, something he really hadn’t considered beforehand. For all his earlier teasing he’d end up really enjoying the experience.

Jonghyun – The main issue with this would be getting him to shave, not that it was you doing it. He’s not a fan of being clean-shaven when he doesn’t have a schedule to worry about. But, if you really wanted to he’d agree telling you the idea was cute. Thinking he was humoring you it would catch him off guard when it turned him on. Big time. Something about being taken care of in that way would stroke his male ego and he’d respond to it.

Minhyuk – May not let you do it. It’s not about trust or that he thinks it’s weird. He would be uncomfortable being under that much close scrutiny, even if it was you. Minhyuk would be a smiley, blushing ball of fluff at the suggestion. Ultimately if you asked repeatedly he’d cave. As you shaved him his embarrassment would eventually fade as he noticed you were focused on your task. Seeing you concentrating on doing a good job would turn him into a puddle of goo.

Jungshin – A mixture of Yonghwa and Minhyuk. He’s going to balk at the idea in the beginning. You want to do what? Then, like Yonghwa he’d tease you. If you were seriously asking he’d go with it, because why not? But then as you were preparing to shave him he’d get a little self-conscious and wonder if it was a good idea. He also would be amazed at the feeling of intimacy that came about from this small thing. But he wouldn’t really relax enough to enjoy it, at least not until you’d done it a few times.

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chicken-fifi · 1 month

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KEY: Smut🌶️, Fluff 🥰, Angst 🥺, Violent 🔪, Ships 🚢, Suggestive 😏

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gemini-writes-kpop · 6 years

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Quick Write Wednesday request!

You fidgeted nervously as Yonghwa pulled up in front of his mother’s house. You hadn’t met her yet as the two of you married in secret, and you were afraid she was not going to take to the news well. You had run through every worst-case scenario in your head, stressing yourself out unnecessarily. He startled you when he took your hands, preventing you from wringing your fingers over and over. He joked that you were going to wear them down to the bone if you didn’t stop. You nodded and took a deep breath. He kissed you lightly before leaving the car to open your door. As you stepped out, his mother ran out of the house and ambushed him, grabbing his cheeks and completely ignoring you. He tried pulling you in front of him but she took his hands and led him into the house, talking nonstop about how much she had missed him. He turned his head as well as she would let him and pleaded with you to help him with wide eyes. You hurried after them and opened the door for her, smiling broadly and cutting her off with an introduction as Yonghwa’s spouse. She stopped both talking and walking to stare at you. Your heart fell to your feet as her icy gaze looked over you. Then she began tearing up, letting go of her son to grab you instead in a tight embrace. You both let out a sigh of relief and she explained through her tears that she didn’t want it to be true: that her baby had grown up and married. She took to you very quickly, however, showing you all of his baby pictures to his great protest.

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kpopreac-tion · 7 years

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CNBlue Reaction To You Buying An Airplane Ticket To See Them

CNBlue reaction to their girlfriend getting Airplane tickets to go to them on their birthday? Sorry for my bad English - Requested By Anonymous

YONGHWA: “I can’t wait to see you.” He would be absolutely ecstatic to see you again. You’d been away for so long and he couldn’t wait to finally hold you in his arms again

MINHYUK: "You didn't have to do that." He wanted to see you and was happy when you got him the ticket but he didn't want to burden you. However, his birthday was important to him and he wanted to be with you

JONGHYUN: "Why would you do that? You shouldn't have." He also didn't want to burden you with such costs but he couldn't wait to see you or spend his birthday with you

JUNGSHIN: "I'm coming." He would start packing as soon as possible as he couldn't wait to see you. He loved you and wanted to spend his birthday with you and nothing would stop him

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justimajin · 3 years

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Til Death Do Us Part ♜ Pt. 1

➟ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

➟ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut

↳ (3.7k), Arranged Marriage AU

➟ Summary: If someone told you that you’d be marrying the Kim Namjoon, you would think you were being lied to, or worse, that you were hallucinating. However, fate seems to have it’s own ways of making the impossible possible and before you even know it, the title of Mrs. Kim is bestowed onto you. There’s just one problem: you’re not sure if Kim Namjoon is the person he says he is and the truth of your own identity is dangling by the strength of a mere thread.

➟ Warnings: This series will involve themes of graphic violence, depictions of blood, major character death and hints of trauma. 18+ rating. Reader discretion is highly advised.

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➟ Next Update: Tuesday, December 22

Love is a strange thing.

It pulls individuals together, sparking fireworks and blissful rays of euphoria within seconds. It renders people affectionate, words dripped with honey and caresses full of tenderness transcending without a means of stopping. To be frank, it’s majestic through the eyes of the beholder.

But love is indeed a strange thing.

It’s history has been plagued with moments of weakness and hesitation, moments that rip away layers to reveal raw, vulnerable selves from every individual. It’s inability to forget and move on clutches onto the minds of those that chose to associate with it, invading their memories and never granting them a single second to run free. Love is a strange thing, but it’s most putrid use has always been the necessity to use it like a tool.

A deep breath escapes your tinted red lips, cold hands clutching onto the delicate bouquet that’s been thrust into them. The petal pink and lilac purple flowers rest against the chaste white of your dress, the awaited arrival of yours long passed as you raise your head and sneak a peek at the person standing in front of you behind your veil.

Clad in a special tailored suit for the occasion, his dark brown hair has been brushed back and neatly tucked into the corners of his hair. He stands tall and confident, seemingly captivated by the words the priest mumbles through as he drags on through every dull phase written in his book. As if he can tell your eyes are on him, he suddenly looks in your direction and you return your gaze back to the ground, clutching onto the array of petals in your hands.

The priest goes on to dutifully declare the responsibilities you must carry, including the very ones that tie you to each other.

For better, for worse. Rich, poor. Sickness, health.

Love. Cherish.

“Until death do you part?” The priest peers up with fatigued eyes, glancing in between you. You suck in a shaky breath, eyes fixating on everything except for the man standing on the opposing side.

“I-I do.” You hastily mutter, swallowing the lump stuck in your throat. Patiently waiting for his answer, you try not to focus on the collection of eyes gawking at you from the altar.

“I do.” He states, firm and resolute with his answer. It shakes you to your core, eyes immediately flickering up to meet his warm ones.

You’re perplexed for a moment, but you’re not given time to dwell any longer once the priest shuts his book, content with your answers. Relief floods you in an instant, yet it’s short-lived and has your stomach churning instead.

“You may kiss the bride.” The priest steps back as if you needed room for the grandiose gesture, eagerly awaiting the showcase with the rest of the people seated in front of the altar. Nevertheless, your hands begin to quiver despite your best wishes and you remain planted in place.

Before you even know it, the delicate veil resting against your forehead is being pulled up and tucked away, projecting your dolled up features on full display. You can only fidget when he draws near, preparing for the worse until he pauses.

Glancing up in surprise, you’re caught off guard from the lines crossing his forehead and the dismay clouding his eyes. For a second, you could have sworn that you were gazing into a mirror, an image of your combined concerns being painted right in front of you.

You’re caught in between a daze and bewilderment when he advances again, however all you feel is a soft peck against your skin before your veil is placed back into place. Your audience seems to be at loss with the action, but once he turns around to face them in the midst of holding your hand, loud cheers and roars flood the room as congratulatory confetti bursts into the room.

Unconsciously, your hand drifts over to your cheek with furrowed brows and you steal another glance at the man you will be bound to for eternity.

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The L/N Family.

Tactical and resourceful, known for their skillful strategies and trade explorations, a business they would go on to proudly pronounce in the arms industry. Others would look to them for support and reassurance, and they would in return cohesively make protective deals that would ensure no harm. Yonghwa, their head, would go on to make a legacy out of his family name.

The Kim Family.

Discreet and powerful, known for their relentless determination and invokable hunger, characteristics that would eventually seep into their weapon manufacturing business. They know how and with whom to pick their fights, vigorously acquiring a steady position in the industry within a flash before everyone’s eyes. Namjung, their head, carved the Kim name into a status no one would have ever imagined.

Trade and manufacturing, two able sides of the same coin. They seeked to forge an union that would unite their two sectors, to create a harmonious flow of success within their collective industries.

But not all deals, go as planned.

On the fateful day, Yonghwa was found on the ground in a pool of his own blood while Namjung was left visibly shaken. Catastrophe seemed to only follow the event there on after, with both families seeking revenge on the other. Their union seemed to be the last thing on either mind, but after the years passed and stained relations had been fully dragged out, there only seemed to be one solution that could bring peace to the two of them.

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The wheels of the large suitcase hit the polished ground.

It’s lavish and grand, crystals littering the high held ceiling and lilies spread over the handles of the spiraling staircase. It ends right at the large chandelier, with more crystals dangling down opposite the shining marble that your slippers find purchase in.

You remain in place, staring with wide eyes and an agape jaw the scenery before you.

“Please,” A girl bows before you, dressed in a simple pale blouse and skirt that’s paired with an apron. There’s a small twinkle in her pleasant eyes paired with natural pouting lips; the delicate features drawing out the sheer youth the girl embodies. “Follow me.”

You snap out of your daze once she advances forward, her hands careful weaving through yours to clutch onto your packed luggage. At first, you’re a bit unsure as to if you should let her carry the heavy load up the stairs, but you’re pleasantly surprised when she manages to hall it all the way up.

She roughly pushes herself against a large wooden door, revealing the grand room behind it. It’s decorated similarly to the main portion of the house, however the sheer size of it has your jaw dropping again, eyebrows furrowed as its appearance.

Your suspicions are confirmed right away, “This will be your room, Miss Y/N.”

“I-I…” You can’t help but hesitate, “Are you sure?”

She nods, placing your luggage now. “Of course, Master Kim asked us to prepare it for you.”

You instinctively flinch at the sudden mention of your husband, but the girl tilts her head to the side, curiosity peeking through her.

“Don’t they have such rooms in the L/N residence?” Her eyes suddenly widen, and she slaps a hand against her mouth, “Oh no, I-I didn’t mean it that way!”

A smile curls on the corners of your lips, “What’s your name?”

She gazes at you with surprise, like she had been expecting a scolding fit for her lifetime. Nonetheless, she hastily answers your question with a bow.

“I am Eunjoo, one of Master Kim’s most faithful servants.”

“Little flower.” You decipher, “Sounds like a fitting name.”

“It could have been summer’s grace.” Eunjoo offers with a shrug, “Though I don’t really like summer, so I’ve tried my best to ignore that meaning.”

You let out a genuine chuckle from that, something that has Eunjoo instantly beam. The news of her own Master getting married to someone from the L/N family was initially difficult for her to digest, but it appears that she was too early to judge.

A lopped smile etching onto your features, “And to answer your previous question, unfortunately the L/N’s don’t have such a residence. We’ve lost much of our wealth after‒…” You pause, biting back your words, “...after, you know.”

You wave your hand away in the air and Eunjoo understandably nods, no need to delve into the long-lived history of your families that is known to all. She hurriedly aids in you in unpacking much to your reassured protests, following and assisting you around like a little fairy. Her company ends up being both interesting and comfortable, especially since the two of you discovered the other wasn’t well in adapting the titles you carry.

A knock resounds against the door, drawing out your attention. Immediately Eunjoo drops the clothes in her hands, right before she straightens up and takes a graceful bow.

Her reaction is telling of who's at the door, so with pinched lips and a creased forehead, you turn around.

He remains glued to the door frame, still adorned in his tailored black suit. Aside from the similarity in his put together appearance though, his shoulders are no longer hiked up in a noble stance, nor is there any remaining amount of warmth spreading through his eyes. Instead, he appears akin to how he was in the split-second before your ultimate union was official, the memory causing the skin of your cheek to slightly burn.

Swaying from side to side, he hesitates to step into the room.

“I see you’ve met Eunjoo.” He mentions. On cue, the servant straightens up, a huge smile on her lips.

“I was just helping Miss Y/N unpack!”

“Oh that’s nice, perhaps I can assist to‒” He isn’t able to finish his sentence, because the next thing you know you jolt at the sound of a loud crash that echoes through the room.

“Master Kim!” Eunjoo immediately rushes forward, scurrying to help the fallen man. He instantly rises up to his feet and dusts off his suit jacket, but remains of glass are scattered all over the ground.

He lets out a groan and Eunjoo sighs, “Master, you know you have to be careful.” She begins to quickly pluck up the shards of the vase, raising one up to eye level with a pout, “I especially picked this one out for your newly wedded wife.”

At the mention of you, Namjoon instantly glances up, pupils shaking. “I-I can get you a new one soon, it might take around a week but if I put in a request now‒” He scrambles around for a moment, before checking the inner pockets of his jacket for something to write on in a haste.

Unconsciously, a small smile cracks through the seam of your lips, increasing as he tries to intervene with Eunjoo to pick the shards, and she protests that he shouldn’t get his hands soiled with her errands. He eventually has to sheepishly stand to the side, staring at her defeated like a child that had just gotten scolded for misbehaving.

Eunjoo eventually collects all the pieces and ushers herself out, reminding you of the pending family dinner you’ll need to attend in the evening. She leaves the room and you decide to resume unpacking, until you come across the realization that you’re not alone.

“Do you need help?” He peers at your suitcase behind you, “I’m usually more capable with things that aren’t easy to break.”

The abrupt proximity catches you by surprise, but you merely shake your head at his kind offer, “I should be fine, thank you.”

He nods and you assume he’ll excuse himself after a moment, but he lingers and that’s when you crane your head over at him.

Appearing to be in between a deep ponder, he snaps back into reality once your questioning eyes fall onto him. “Uh I‒” A lengthy sigh leaves his lips, “I know this is strange.”

You wonder what he's referring to until you notice him gesturing to the gap between you, “It’s strange for me, and it’s strange for you. We didn’t really have a choice in the matter.”

He sheepishly scratches the back of his neck, a deep crease forming between his brows. You’re frozen in place, at a complete loss for words.

He suddenly sucks in a breath, looking up to gaze into your eyes, “But I’d like to get to know you better….a-as my future wife.”

Your eyes round and his declaration only receives dead silence in its awake. Flabbergasted, he attempts to correct himself amidst your prolonged response.

“T-That doesn’t mean right away! We can take our time and I’m not expecting anything from you, so you don’t need to worry and‒”

“I’d like that.”

He freezes, “Wait, really?”

You hum, a corner of your mouth lifting, “You’re right, it’s strange. But I’d like to get to know my husband better as well.”

His eyes immediately sparkle, like you’ve said the very words he’s been aching to hear, “That’s great!” A breathtaking smile overtakes his features, “I guess I’ll see you at dinner then?”

You nod with a smile, and he departs, the euphoria never once leaving his lips.

***

Evening draws near and long gone is the dilatory white piece of garment that’s forever confined you to your fate. Instead, it’s replaced with a delicate fabric of rose gold, perhaps to represent the luxury you have of being present in such a place or in the new beginnings that will soon follow you.

Regardless, you prepare yourself. Although you’re simply arriving to dinner, there’s a family waiting at the table that you don’t know of yet.

Eunjoo brings you down with her after putting your hair up and presenting a pair of matching heels your way. You’re wary as you walk down the spiraling staircase, barely balancing yourself on the elevated shoes. Luckily, Eunjoo notices and helps you down, but the split moment of relief is met with a jolt of surprise when you notice someone waiting at the bottom.

“I’ll take it from here, Eunjoo.” The women amiably bids. Eunjoo swiftly bows, mumbling something along the lines of Mistress Kim, before heading into the dinner room.

You immediately whirl around, eyes on alert like a deer in headlights. She mirthfully smiles at you, carrying a warm tone in her eyes that feels familiar.

“You don’t have to look so worried,” She reprimands, “I’m not going to bite your head off.”

Your eyes widen even more, “I-I’m sorry?”

She bursts out into laughter, concealing her ruby red lips with a hand that is glittering in assorted jewels.

“Nothing, dear. I’m just teasing you.” You nervously laugh at that, and she places a hand against your back, guiding you forward. “Come, I’m eager to know what my son’s wife is like.”

Politely nodding, you follow behind her and nearly freeze. If you had expected your bedroom to be astonishing, then you weren’t prepared for the enormous buffet that waits for you ahead.

Pieces of food are scattered all over the decorated table, ranging from freshly cooked to foods you would have never imagined yourself eating. It reminds you of times your family could barely manage to have a decent meal for one night, lost scavenging for food that wouldn’t make your empty pockets hurt.

You’re so lost in the thought that you don’t feel someone brush by you. There’s suddenly a warm hand planting onto your shoulder, drawing your attention with a smile full of dimples.

“Do you want to sit down first?” He gestures to the table, where his mother sits next to his father and opposite to his sister. Embarrassed that you’ve been just gawking at the table, you hurriedly take a seat and so does Namjoon.

Even though you’re only just sitting at the table, it seems like all eyes are on you, burning into your skin and tracing every move. The impending silence eventually does crack though, and it’s done by a person you would have least expected.

“Is that chicken?” Namjoon’s father blurts out, his eyes following a tray one of the servants brings by. His wife immediately interjects, dismayed by his reaction.

“Indeed,” She points a demanding finger at him, “But none for you, there’s a reason why your health hasn’t been the greatest as of lately.”

He pouts at her response, longley staring at the dish once it arrives. The childlike display catches you a bit off guard, eyebrows raised.

“That’s unreasonable though.” He suddenly looks in your direction, “What do you think, Y/N? Isn’t she being unreasonable?”

The abrupt inquiry leaves you speechless, no coherent words manifesting at the tip of your tongue. His wife whirls around, cocking up a brow in his direction.

“Why are you dragging her into this?” She faces you with a smile, “Y/N is the newest addition to our family so we should make her feel welcome, not bring her into such trivial matters.”

The pleasant response astonishes you, but more so the mention of your inclusion. He lets out a sigh, acknowledging his wife’s sentiments.

“You’re right.” He turns to you, “Y/N, why don’t you tell us about yourself?”

His mother hums, “I’d like to hear about where you grew up, Y/N.”

“Oh, it’s nothing really special,” You grow bashful, “I was raised in the outskirts of the country by my parents.”

The two of them nod, intently listening to you, “Before coming here, I studied in the imperial academy for a while.”

“Ah, involved in the industry I see.” He praises, “You must know a lot about how our businesses are conducted, right?”

“Not quite.” There’s a strained smile on your lips, “I didn’t want to actively participate in it.”

Although your answer seems to have taken both of them by surprise, his wife hums in approval. “So I’m assuming that was your personal choice?”

When you nod, a giant smile stretches onto her lips, and she elbows her husband, “A gutsy one, don’t you think?”

He smiles in retaliation, “Just like you.”

She blushes at his sudden compliment, but a voice from afar breaks the two out of their daze.

“Gross - we’re eating here.”

Appalled at the feminine voice, you notice the young girl seated across from Namjoon, a deep frown etched onto her stern features.

“Leave them be, Geongmin.” Namjoon coaxes his sister, but she lets out a grunt of disapproval in the midst of eating soup.

The corners of his mother’s lips turn up and his father faces you again, looking as if he had a million questions up his sleeve lined up just for you.

Much to your surprise, the rest of the evening is spent exchanging pleasantries with them and keeping conversation light. There even comes a moment when both you and Namjoon end up reaching out for the bread basket, only to pull away once you discover your hands had ended up meeting halfway. As you grow bashful, you notice his mother smiling tenderly and his father chuckling at the abrupt affiliation.

Once the evening begins to come to an end, you excuse yourself through the use of your own fatigue and request to head to bed first. They waste no time in understanding, with Namjoon’s father even wrapping a hand around his son and expressing that he needed to discuss some things with him anyway.

You leave the room as he heads off with his family, granting you with some much-needed time and space.

***

Treading back, you pause at the large wooden door that leads into your room. Your eyes briefly skim over the fine carvings on the wood, instead choosing to scrutinize the direction of your right and left side. A shadow casts over your pupils and your hand presses against the door, letting it slowly creak wide open.

Step by step, you stroll inside and let the light fade out, replacing itself with only darkness.

The moment the source of luminescence disappears, you move within a flash. The handle is locked, tugged at for a confirmation. There’s a speck of radiance coming from the small lamp you’ve turned on, enough to see the large suitcase you’ve brought get yanked out.

Zippers are flying and the cover is ripped off. Clothes are frantically thrown astray, dumped into a careless heep without much of a second look. Your hands are weaving through the material and running rampant, eyes flickering with something akin to desire and alloyed with increasing unease.

Once your hands meet with metal, a twinkle emerges within your orbs. The spindle of ore is unwound; detangling the material in a quickened manner. It looks distinctly similar to what one would use for electrical purposes, set with the intention of providing light in grim areas.

Right. The intention.

Unraveled, you cautiously drift over to the large window by the bedside and crank it open. Peering outside, there’s no glimmer or streak of luminescence meeting your eyes, only a dark, simple gray sky.

Unconsciously a breath of relief leaves your lips and you reach out, reclining your body just enough to reach above and then below the window’s hilt. The instrument effortlessly blends in, appearing like a simple cable that’s been tightly strung around.

You lean back and rummage through the luggage on the ground, pulling out a small plastic box that doesn’t appear to be much, but more or less, is the sole thing you couldn’t have departed without. With a small hinged click, it connects to the thin barbed string you just unraveled and right when a quiet buzz resonates through, does a smile tugs on the corner of your lips.

A knock resonates through the box. Followed by another, and then another. It’s succeeded with a prolonged silence on your part, your entire body remaining in a frozen state.

Static echoes and you let out the air you didn’t realize you were holding from your lungs.

Within seconds, you are nimbly knocking against the box in repetitive notions. Your actions range from different types of knocks; heavy, light, twice the sound.

More static echoes and your eyes immediately widen, hands balling up into tighter fists.

A heavier one.

“I have….”

Lighter.

“...successfully infiltrated….”

One last firm knock.

“....the enemy household.”

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