fill me up

She stepped out of the uber and onto the sidewalk, the entrance to the new restaurant in town welcoming her like it had the first time she found it. It was the same place she’d run into Jiwon, a ghost of the past whom she hadn’t seen in years, a pleasant surprise to see he was well and alive—different in how he looked and how he carried himself. Jihye had been slightly floored when she realized it was him, and it seemed a lot had changed for both of them. Too much to put into a brief run-in like that, which was why she assumed he had asked her to come out for dinner—to catch up on lost time. 

This wasn’t what Suah or Eunji thought, however. The two witches wide-eyed with excitement and nosiness that their leader had been asked out on a date, which Jihye had profusely denied was the case. But could it have been they were on to something? Or was it just the unrequited crush she had on Jiwon which she’d buried for years now resurfacing to remind her she might not exactly be over him like she thought she was? Out of sight, out of mind. Clearly the time away had done good to him, and learning he’d gone into the military only gave Jihye a greater appreciation for who he was.

That is, until Jihye fluttered through his doors with a fresh spring zephyr. He recognized her immediately and immediately forgot the mental list of about fifteen tasks he needed to take care of by the end of the day. It had been years since anyone had captured his attention so completely and luckily, she remembered him too. It wasn’t like him to be so forward. After all, they hadn’t seen each other in years. But she agreed to have dinner with him when he asked, a huge relief considering how long it’d been since he felt inclined to ask anyone on a date.

With the promise to return later that evening, Jiwon dismissed half the staff after the lunch rush and, to the shock and confusion of all of his employees, closed the restaurant for the evening. Yes, he could hear concerned whispers echoing from around corners. He could feel eyes on him as he re-positioned and set a table for two in front of the huge fireplace in the main dining room and did his best to reassure himself that everything would turn out fine.

He took a few minutes to freshen up and was able to greet her with a wide smile when she passed through his doors again. He could see the uncertainty gathering on her lovely features so he widened his gait, his gaze warm and appreciative as his much taller and broader frame halted beside hers. He reached behind her to snap the lock on the door before offering his elbow to her. “I figured it’d be nicer to catch up without having to shout over the table at each other,” he explained, half a smile still etched onto chiseled features. 

He pulled the chair back for her, after escorting her to the table. “What can I get you to drink, Jihye? Wine? A cocktail?” he offered cordially, eyes trained on her as he tried to gauge whether or not she was going to bolt when he turned his back.

“ you’ve been purring like a motorboat. ” the black cat on his lap was the source of the constant rumbling and ikyeol would look down and away from the many notes of ancient spells he was busy studying ━the hand that once was holding a pencil for notes now giving a quick scratch ontop of the feline’s head. “ which normally means you want something from me ━you ain’t timid, so what is it? ”

In the blink of an eye, the inky feline morphed into a lanky human, who now took up all of Ikyeol’s lap and most of the sofa they sat on. Papers fluttered out of reach from the force of the shift and the weight of Zicovian’s body was not exactly suited for Ikyeol’s frame, not that that stopped him from rolling onto his back on the lap in question and propping his head up with his hand. “Why do you think I always want something from you? You should know by now the only thing I want is you,” he insists, sulking, but he can’t quite keep the twinge of a wry smile from his lips. 

                    ❝  the time is ours, not for borrow ❞

multi+single-ship. plot-heavy. mature & supernatural themes present. rules ; mun ; muses

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