heaven scent

    ⁺ 𝐊    ›   he groans,  as much as he does love going to the country club  ;  after a long day of meetings all he wanted was just to spend time with inha and not have to fire the help for taking up her time.  “  hasn’t stopped you before,  ”  he mutters,  before moving to undo his tie.  “  alright,  alright,  i’ll go get changed  –  but don’t think this conversation about chaps is over.  ”

*   ♔    ›  ˚  -—  she removes herself from him, lying on her front against their bed, palms resting on her cheeks as she watches him change.  “ we should really only go for dinner and then come back home!  i haven’t had any alone time with you,  i just!  --  i just miss you so much! ”  she expresses.  “ should i wear my hat to the country club?  i feel like it’s fitting -- being called country club and all! ”

     ⁺ 𝐊    ›   “  so, there are assless chaps –  ”  his grin widens, amusement heavily laced in his tone before he pressing a kiss to her lips, this time.   “  okay, but if you keep kissing me,  i’m going to want to see those a lot sooner than later.  ”  he laughs,  “  and why not?  it’s just the two of us here  –  and since when have you been so modest?  ”

*   ♔    ›  ˚  -—   “ not yet, but i can order some just for you, ”  she beams.  “ it’s not my fault that you’re so kissable... and i haven’t seen you all day! ”  she sighs,  “ you’re right,  but we have plans with kihyun and mone at the country club!  and you’re going to fire another lifeguard if i walk around with my butt out. ”

  ⁺ 𝐊    ›   “  in a way …  ”  he stares down, pensively eyeing her entire ensemble.  while not surprised,  he is impressed by it all.  there was one thing missing though,  he thinks with a grin.  “  what – no assless chaps to finish it off?  ”

*   ♔    ›  ˚  -—   “ that’s for later! ”  she steals another kiss.  “ i can’t walk around with my butt hanging out! ”

   ⁺ 𝐊    ›   kitae’s own arms follow suit,  pulling her in close only to be deterred as the hat knocks into his chest.  his brows furrow as a finger taps at the hat,  “  what is all this?  ”  he frowns, more confused than ever.  

 *   ♔    ›  ˚  -—   “ it’s my new hat! ”  she looks up at him,  stealing a few kisses.  “ muah, muah! ”  smiling up at him.  “ isn’t it cute? ”

    ⁺ 𝐊    ›    kitae arrives,  none the wiser,  fingers quick to undo the knot of his tie and brush his suitcase and jacket off to the nearest maid.  out of the corner of his eye,  cow spots come into view and it has him easily confused.  “  inha?  ”  what had she gotten herself into now?

  *   ♔    ›  ˚  -—   she gasps loudly,  “ you’re home! ”  skipping toward him.  “ i’ve been waiting for you all day! ”  wrapping her arms around his waist,  her cheek against his chest,  hat teetering. 

    *   ♔    ›  ˚  -—   their fights always escalate.  the deeper they fall,  as the infatuation blooms,  reconciliation becomes difficult.  they ignore each other for weeks —  kitae refusing to give up his pride even for the one he loves.  and inha is left to be consumed with her own thoughts.  believing he doesn’t love her nearly as much as she loves him.  believing eventually he won’t feel any love for her at all.  she’s standing in front of his door,  reluctantly knocking before entering.  “ i’m just here to get my clothes, ”  heading straight to his closet to retrieve what she had left behind.  

his stare burns and her stomach aches.  “ thanks, i’ll leave you alone now-- ” 

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’

her hand freezes against the door handle.  “ i don’t want to be hurt again. ”  he doesn’t respond and that’s enough for her to realize her fears were true.  “ did you mean it when you said you love me? ”

‘ i meant every word. ’