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You were never a big fan of sand sticking to your legs, toes, hands, or anywhere really, and it was kind of him to remember. You were lying down on a blanket with Jihoon on the beach, staring at the stars, this was his idea of hanging out, and you loved it. Quiet, calm, and with him.
And he also did something that you least expected. He brought cut-up fruits and bibimbap. “You actually made this? You didn’t bully anyone to make it right?” You teased him while finishing your portion, lightly poking his cheek with the other end of your spoon. It’s always him coming by asking to make you something, for lunch, dinner, or even just a snack, him saying that your food is better than any other. Flattered.
“Of course I did, be grateful you idiot” He grumbled while narrowing his eyes at you, though you sense no harm meant. He’d die before that even reaches you. One of the rare times he actually made something, and it’s for you, only you. Cute.
His gaze lingered longer on you, watching you eat, your perfectly contoured face, your nose, your soft hair, he’d love to comb it every morning for you, style it the way you wear it every day. God, you’re so breathtaking. The things he’d do to make you see the way he sees you. Look at him with the same intensity, desire, and… longing. It’s about time right? I mean, you’ve been best friends since forever. It’s bound to change…
He’s kissed you before, once, to test things out…. to see how he really feels. Oh God, Jihoon hasn’t stopped thinking about it until this day. Your soft lips, the way you hold the back of his head, and the look you gave him after…. He had to restrain himself. Jihoon swore he liked girls, that is, until he got to taste your lips.
There’s no denying anymore, all those extra minutes he spent watching you, observing, making sure you stayed close, touching you in some way, your arms, pinkie finger, your jacket, your knee, also making sure to see your face every day… spending his time to see you cook food, pick you up from work, take you out on little dates, is what he likes to call it. And the way his breath seems to stop for a minute when he sees you holding someone else’s gift, you were always a charmer…. and Jihoon hated it.
He's one to “warn” off any of your admirers when they get too close and comfortable, it has happened a few times, and he’s not going to stop counting now. They weren’t messed up too much, just enough to make sure that they won’t ever approach you again. You may go to a different school, but that doesn’t mean his influence and popularity can’t reach your school. He can’t have you going on dates with other people… when you have him. Take him anywhere, everywhere you’d like to go, he won’t complain, as long as it’s just the two of you.
He wants to caress your face when you lie your head down on his thighs, touch your face softly, and memorize every dip and curve. Jihoon wants to softly kiss all over your face, leaving his strawberry lip balm all over, marking his territory. He wants to wear your perfume, he doesn’t care about the brand, he just wants to smell like you so people know. He’s yours. All yours…
Jihoon, so desperately, wants to bury his face in your hair when you sleep, smell your shampoo, feel your beating heart close to his, caress your forearm and back, and hug your head tight. He wants to be the only one to be able to see you so vulnerable like this. Please. Just give him a chance.
You look to the side to find Jihoon staring at you, his food halfway finished, but he made no move to continue. “Stop it”
Jihoon seemed to snap out of his little train of thoughts, now looking at you right in the eye, “What?”
You chuckled, making a gesture for him to finish up his food, “You’ve been doing that a lot lately, staring at me and zoning out, is there something on my face? Or is like… my face is somehow hideous?”
“NO! no… it’s just that…” Never, you’ve never looked bad, you look breathtaking, as always…
Jihoon made no effort to continue, instead, he moved closer to you, and leaned his head on your shoulder. “Nevermind, it’s nothing” He took a big bite of his food, chewing away while glaring at the water in the distance. Idiot, making me feel this way. At least take responsibility.
You both walked to your apartment after your little dinner. Date. Jihoon wanted to stay over the night again, sleeping in your arms is second to none, and he gets to spend time with you. More private time, away from prying eyes, trying to take what's his. But he can’t, he’s got something to do thanks to that old man, he almost regretted making the deal with him if not for the money. All of this for you, anything for you.
He loves watching you do anything. Read books, nap beside him, wash the dishes, make food, study, all of that, except for working. He’s seen how tired you’ve become, how your sleep schedule is, the tired look in your eyes gave it all away. Yet you still smile at him like nothing is bothering you, smile as if he didn’t see you sigh for the nth time that day. You told him once that you would like your future partner to be a loving person and have a pretty smile. Well, he’s a loving person and has a pretty smile, surely. It’s destined. But it breaks his heart thinking that you would work your ass off while he sits pretty at home. He doesn’t want that, he wants to enjoy his adulthood with you fully, without work, without any distractions. This is what he’s doing, working his ass off for this old man so you both get to relax after. And go on multiple dates, kiss, and maybe…. You’d want it right? Of course you do…
Endure. That’s it. Endure. All of this is for you. Everything. He’d give you everything.
“I’m gonna head out again” Jihoon packed his clothes and grabbed a lollipop from your kitchen counter. He walked over to you and gave you a tight hug. “Alright, I’ll see you later” He gave you a kiss on your neck and left for the door. “Later”
A bit stunned, you looked at your now closed front door. It’s the first time he’s done this. You feel the spot where he kissed on your neck with your palm, it’s a bit hot. Gosh. You calm yourself down by washing the dishes. It’s fine, he is usually touchy, so…
Jihoon stood facing away from your door for a solid moment. He went for it, he actually did. He feels his chest thumping, he can hear his heartbeat, his ears pick up the water running, you like it right? One step at a time, don’t worry. He walked away holding his chest, a light feeling, and he’s smiling to himself. One step at a time.
It’s raining heavily the next day, it lasted since the afternoon, and until the time you’re off work. Looks like you’re gonna be stuck here for a bit. You watch people go by, most of them under umbrellas, but some are walking with fast footsteps with no umbrella. You sigh, you really want to rest up. Today was a packed day, the customers were making complex requests with the bouquets. This also led you to have more cuts on your fingers, “I have to stop by the market for a bit, I think I ran out of plasters.”
You fight the urge not get wet and just go for it. But as you look to your left, you see someone familiar. “Not expecting to see you here… Gongseob” He smirked while walking towards you, holding an umbrella. “Your knight in shining armor has arrived~”
He’s your childhood friend, been together since you were still in diapers until you moved away. As annoying as he can be, you’re always at his back and call, ready to help him out anytime. He is also, say the word, he’ll be at your door. Ready. Willing. Anything for you.
“You haven’t texted me in a bit, doin’ good?” You began walking alongside him, sharing the umbrella he’s holding. “Been doing alright, a bit tired though.” You grab his waist, pulling him closer as not to let the rain hit his shoulders.
A bit? Your eyes are droopy. You have visible eye bags. You kept on rubbing your eyes. Tired. So this is what you’re really up to? Tiring yourself and not replying to him? No worries, he still loves you. “A little? You look like you’re about to pass out” He smirked when you only smiled at him while rubbing your nape. He’s got you there. You can’t lie to him, he’s seen your many moods and shifts to notice your behavior. Not to mention the countless pictures of you he stares off into when he misses you, which is, all the time.
Your hand on his waist feels comfortable, right where it belongs. He continued chatting your ear off, the things he’s been up to, how boring Taesoo is, how it’s lonely without you, how he misses you, your cooking, your scent. God. Did you always smell this good? Being closer to you helped him get a whiff of your floral perfume. God. He’s trembling, let him bury his head on your neck please, please- he missed you so much.
He’s staying over for a few nights at your apartment. Your territory. Everything smells like you. He’s telling Taesoo about this. Gongseob made himself comfortable at your house, your bed especially. He should thank the landlord, for only having one bed in this apartment. When you’re out at school or work, he would nuzzle into your pillow, and already be dreading the day when he has to leave. Maybe stealing your perfume wouldn’t be too bad right? You did say that it’s pretty cheap.
“Wash the dishes and put the dirty clothes away alright? I’ll be back in a few.” Gongseob watch you close the front door. Usually, doing chores is not on his list, but it’s you, asking him so kindly to do it. So he’s gotta do it right? You’ve been feeding him, lent him clothes, it’s the least he can do. Though when he was tidying up the bed, he found a few strands of black reddish hair… definitely not his. You’ve been close to someone else while away? Close enough to let this person sleep on your bed? “Hah…” He changed the sheets.
“Don’t forget to text me, or I’ll have to take you away back to Daegu” He snickered as you both arrived at the train station. With a very heavy heart, and a floral perfume in his inventory, Gongseob has to leave. “Of course, I’ll text every time I’m free.” He hugs you goodbye and leaves to board the train.
It’s been a few days since Jihoon last visited you, that old man is getting on his nerves. By the time he comes over, you were making dinner, and you happily invite him to join you for dinner. He loves you so much. He tells you about his day, what made him so busy and tired. Competitions as usual. Keeping money flowing to that old man. But of course, he always scores first, every time. Who can compete with him honestly? They’re easy prey, easy achievements, and only an addition to his never-ending win streak.
After dinner, you’re busy doing homework in the living room, and he decides to take a shower, borrowing your shirt of course. He’s not missing this opportunity. But before he even gets to your wardrobe, he stops in his tracks. There, sitting neatly on the bed, is someone’s glasses. Yours? No. You don’t wear something like that, too flashy. So.. who? His hands tremble, his expression soured. Who the fuck dares to come inside this apartment. He’s sure he sent a fair warning to not come bother you…
Who?
I apologize for the long delay and any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language, and thank you for reading. Feel free to drop who you want to see in this fic. ✦ luca
You opened fic request right? If not trouble could i please request for Mreader with johan seong, the reader is a multilingual who sometimes blurs out different languages at different times and johan would just stare at reader trying to understand what they were talking bout.
You can just ignore it if you're not taking any request and thank you if you reconsidered writing this for me, have some chocolate 🐯🫸🍫
LOOKISM ✦ Yohan Seong x m! reader ✦ 1.8k words
One of the perks of being multilingual is being able to curse without anyone knowing the meaning, well it works for most people anyway. But your lover not included.
"Can I order more?" Yohan quietly asked you after finishing his plate. You're currently in a family-owned restaurant around the corner, a gem really. Nothing too fancy, but comfortable enough for you and Yohan to keep on coming back. Of course, it always ends with you paying but hey, it's for your lover, you're not complaining. "Of course~ what would you like?" You softly smiled at him before calling a waiter over to take your order, "Order some desserts too Yohan." The waiter wrote down your order and excused himself.
Dates like this you liked a lot, it's just the two of you sitting down, enjoying a meal, and talking about your day, though unfortunately, you couldn't bring Eden on the date, so you're forced to leave him behind at the house for a bit, but don't worry, you always bring treats for him after your date. Money is not an issue for you, and you're not one to hesitate to splurge for your lover, however he's not easily swayed by expensive clothes or jewelry, rather, he's very fond of food, and you didn't hesitate to indulge. Money and status wasn't a problem to you, easily helping Yohan's mother move up the list for her eye treatment and covering the cost, something that he's truly grateful for, finally easing up his shoulders.
At first, he was wary, what if you want something from him? ask him to pay you back? tenfold? did you want to recruit him for something? employ him for the rest of his life? serving you? you want him to kill someone? maybe a competitor to your company? what's the catch? there's always a catch.
Except this one didn't. You even started taking him to the hospital for his eye treatment. Fully covered. How did he deserve you? he wants to cry. And he did. Many nights ago, in your arms, with you softly petting his hair, telling him it's okay, everything's okay. Since then, he's been taking more time for himself, finally getting to relax at your house, make food and learn recipes, watch corny love shows, water the flowers you grew yourself in the garden, all of that while you're away at work.
"I'll be right back" You excused yourself to the toilet, but didn't even get to walk a step when something bumped you "блять!" Immediately, you're clothes are dirty, food spilled on your clothes, and the plates dropped to the floor, easily breaking it. "I'm so sorry sir!" The waiter bowed deeply to you, and began cleaning up the mess, shit, this dinner was suppose to be nice and all. You looked over to your lover, only to find him not glaring daggers at the waiter, but looking over at you, with a confused face. You definitely cursed, but what exactly did you said? "It's alright, I'll be right back.."
You dabbed a bit of water on your shirt to rid of the bits of food as not to make the stain permanent on your shirt. "Каковы шансы…" you muttered while grabbing a paper towel. "What?.." Shocked, you looked towards the entrance of the bathroom, finding your lover standing there with a few wet wipes in his hand. "Let me help" Yohan walked towards you and began dabbing lightly on your shirt, the very shirt he bought you some time ago. Before he went after you to the bathroom, he swore he would find the waiter, who spilled the food on you, house is, and break all of his plates. Clearly, the waiter was not focused, Yohan was observing him. The waiter was distracted by your figure, even when your back was facing him. Yohan wanted to bite his eyes off.
"Also, what did you say before? when I just entered, what did it mean?" Yohan looked up at you, you gave him a lazy smile, no, he's not blushing, get it off your head. "It's nothing really, I was just wondering what are the chances.. also I'm very upset, this is the shirt you bought me…"
"Obviously, it's not fine, but no worries, I'm sure it'll wash away"
Going out to a restaurant was fun by all means, but maybe you needed something different. And now here you are, in the kitchen trying to cook something for dinner. Yohan is out at the moment walking Eden, and you decided to make him something nice. You we're not a terrible cook per se, but you didn't exactly know every nook and cranny either, so you decided to follow a recipe book you're mom made a few years back, saying that if you miss her cooking that much you could just make one right then and there. "Right… so what's next?.."
The evening breeze was great, Eden was enjoying himself on the walk, happily walking beside him. What should he have for dinner? should you order take out? or go somewhere maybe? or are you making something at home? Yohan didn't know. But he received a text from you while he was thinking.
(name)
can you drop by the convenience store and buy some…
what is it called again
lada?
WHAT IS IT CALLED?????
OMG
(Yohan)
buy what??
Yohan was confused, but nonetheless, he entered a convenience store and stood in the aisle that has cooking ingredients, what do you need again?
(name)
it's yknow the thing
lada
OMG WHAT IS IT
hold on
oh
it's pepper
but the small ones? like salt? round, black, and don't inhale directly?
Yohan stared at his phone for a moment, gosh you were so cute fretting over yourself because you spoke multiple languages. He chuckled and walked a bit to his left to search for the brand you usually buy, stocking up a little wouldn't be bad right? maybe he can convince you to cook for him more this way. Yohan grabbed a couple from the shelf and went to pay, quickly making his was home with Eden by his side. He didn't want to make you wait any longer, and was also very impatient to taste your food.
(Yohan)
I got it
heading back home rn
Yohan was growing needy, he's been waiting for you to get home so he can bask in your presence. But here he is, lying stomach down on the bed with his phone in his hands, Eden is sleeping soundly close to him. He texted you multiple times when are you coming home, but much to his dismay, he got the reply that you're working overtime. Yohan almost smashed his phone.
On the other side, you were already sensing his rage. On one side, you can't let the work pile up or even wait for tomorrow, and you can't exactly take it home with you, too much work and Yohan would just be even more angry. But you still want to check up on him, have a nice talk before you go to bed all cuddled up. Shit.
In the end you decided to facetime, he could see your face while you could also focus on your work while having small talk. Yohan was never one to talk a lot in one sitting, but something about being together with you really brings out his yapper side. He tells you about how his day went, from walking Eden, what he ate for lunch, his dilemma in the convenience store, and how he almost burned the stove. Of course you've already heard of this, through text, throughout the day…. but hearing him talk seriously like that made you not want to stop him.
You talked back and forth for a couple of hours, you surprisingly also were able to focus on your work. Eden woke up mid way and began on sniffing Yohan's phone and Yohan had to pull him aside, not wanting to get his phone wet. And now he's happily lying down next to Yohan, listening to your conversation. "You know I was confused, you like that brand of the bread, while I like the other one, which one should I buy?? and because of that I almost forgot to buy Eden some snacks, but in the end I bought both brand, kind of a waste though really, you'd think we will be able to finish them all? before they expire?"
"Of course we can, you know I love bread, I can finish mine quickly and snatch yours" Just as you said that, you heard a knock on your office, "Wait a minute love"
"Come in"
It was your newly hired employee, he wanted to inform you that he won't be able to finish the report today, and asked you if he can finish it by the end of the week. "It's just that, my birthday is coming up, and I'd also like to ask for a one day break, is that okay?" Yohan heard all of this, and he's raising his eyebrow, the fuck?.
"I'm sorry what? you can't finish the report I asked you to make a week ago? and the fact that I already extended the time for you to finish it?" Your whole focus now is on the employee, he's the one making demands? last time you checked you were the boss. He was newly employed, the first week he was there, he broke a printer, saying that he didn't know how to operate it, causing the ink to spill everywhere. He is always late on meetings, without any notice whatsoever, he keeps on getting distracted on works hours, preferring to engage with other employees than actually getting works done. And now this? report not done and asking for a break? suddenly your fairly good mood was crushed.
"Oh and… I accidently broke the coffee machine… i-it wasn't working right so I… tapped it a little, and now it stopped working completely…" You doubt he only 'tapped' it.
"Dios mío, eres pendejo…." You saw how his face scrunched up a bit in confusion, "sorry?…" You wanted to refrain yourself from raging right then and there, it's late, you're tired, you want to go home, and maybe you should also send this guy home. Definitely. "Pack your stuff, you're fired" You held up your hand when he tried to speak, effectively shutting him off, your reasoning was clear enough. You would have a talk tomorrow with the one who recommended him. He then left without more complaints.
"What does pendejo mean?" Oh yeah, you're still on a call. Looking to the side to your phone, you spotted Yohan, and his curious little face. "It's a curse word I guess? for stupid, sometimes I'm glad I can speak multiple languages, you should see his face, he was about to shit himself"
"Hah, I bet, you're scary when actually angry, and I don't want to be in line with the shot"
"Of course you don't, but I have good news, I'm wrapping up now, be home in a bit"
I apologize for any grammar mistakes and if I got anything wrong with translation with the other languages, thank you for reading. ✦ luca
Waking up at 5 AM was no big problem for you, and as a light sleeper, the moment your alarm rang, your eyes opened. You didn't like it, sometimes you just wished to sleep in a bit more, but it's not possible, your schedule is too tight. Life has been monotone for the last few years, same schedule every day, and as much as you want to take a break here and there, it's not possible. You have to continuously apologize to your school friends for always declining their invitation to hang out. You'd love to enjoy your time, laze around, watch cringey movies with your friends, go to the beach, have a sleepover, go to an amusement park…. so much you want to do. But you're grateful that you're still here, living, breathing, and sometimes, it's not too bad.
You washed your face quickly before putting on a simple shirt, shorts, and running shoes. You grabbed your wallet, phone, and keys to your small apartment and headed out, same routine, almost every single day. You began with a jog on the side of the road. Did you have any homework? no you didn't think so, you made sure you checked your notes last night. Is your fridge stocked? sure, eggs, milk, tomatoes, carrots, chicken, kimchi, that's enough right? you think so…. Did you have extra money for emergencies? it's not much but, it'll do. Life is…. good. For now. But it feels like you're being robbed. Do you really have to worry about what you will be eating tomorrow? are the bills paid yet? school fees? do you even have enough to buy a snack? what about clothing? you didn't know. All you can do is… live through it, hopefully it's enough. Maybe you did envy those kids who went to the mall, so what? or those who can't choose which restaurant to go to, those who spend time with extracurricular activities, those who go to cram school, those who could tend to their little garden, grow vegetables and flowers, those with…. extra time. Maybe you should switch up your early jog with something else, maybe that will fix it.
The park is empty at this time of day, and maybe, you liked it this way. You began circling the park, running this time, burning calories as much as you could. Being a bit lightheaded is a daily occurrence now, maybe thinking about those things is slowly eating you away… unimportant things…. yeah… that should be it. Arriving home, you let yourself cool down for a bit before hitting the shower. You checked your phone and opened a new message from your red-haired troublemaker.
Hoon
yo dumbass
i miss you
You chuckled at his text, it's not every day the lollipop lover admits out loud that he misses you. Is he drunk or something? He was busy this week, adding more to his collection of trophies, boasting about them to you daily on text, but then nag you to meet up with him, with his small window of a free time, though you didn't have the time.
(name)
missed me that bad?
Putting your phone away, you grabbed your towel and went to shower. Lee Jihoon. An anomaly to your schedule. A welcomed one. He always texted first, asking about your day, nagging you to spend time with him, and of course, boasting about his achievements, all to get a home-cooked meal, compliments, and praises from you. And every damn time, you swear, you could see dog ears straight up and tails wagging every time you praise him. He's been great has he? more trophies under his name, smartest kid in school, and is idolized by students? please pat him some more.
By the time you finished wearing your uniform, your phone lit up again. But you instead went to your kitchen, packing up a lunch and a small chocolate milk carton and putting it in your bag. You headed out after locking your apartment and pulled out your phone.
Hoon
fuck you
make me lunch
(name)
hahah, sure
have a good day at school alright
You arrived at school not long after. Sitting in middle school sometimes makes you think, will it come to a point where you have to drop out? but you're almost done… if not, can you even afford high school? the headache is not disappearing. You sat through class as usual, taking notes here and there and eventually eating your packed lunch in class while doing a newly assigned homework. The food at the cafeteria is not bad per se, but your packed lunch tasted infinitely better. A not so monotone day. "(name)!!" A girl in your class suddenly came up to you, holding a neatly put pink container with a little note. "I made some cookies last night, and ended up making more than I intended… here you can have some!" She handed you the container with a blush decorating her cheeks, her friends behind her whispering and cheering her up. You grabbed the container and smiled at her, it's happening more often now, receiving things from classmates, even from the other classes too. Milk, cookies, stickers, cute pens, keychains, flowers, chocolates, candy, and even a packed lunch, all of them adorned with a little note. Of course you felt bad, for not giving them anything in return, but they always brushed it off, telling you that your smile is enough in return.
The other day, a guy, one of the school delinquents, gave you a packed lunch. He blushed so hard that his face looked like a tomato, and he kept looking to the side while handing you the lunch. It's cute really, he made it himself. You smiled and thanked him, and asked him to join you for lunch, he went red again, muttering that he was too focused on making it look good that he didn't even make another one for himself… You softly laughed and grabbed his arm, leading him to your class, and gave him your lunch. A trade. A cute one.
You packed your bag as soon as class was done, leaving school and heading straight home. Homework done, no dishes, the house is clean. You changed into your work uniform and headed towards the fancy restaurant. Being a server there is pretty great, all you have to do is give food and assist customers. And your height is beneficial, being very tall for your age actually helped you get the job. You went in the restaurant through the back door and put on your apron, and your best soft smile. It's another packed day, couples having a nice dinner, families having a gathering, and some just sitting alone, enjoying their meal. You grabbed a plate of a fancy dish you don't know the name of… something like a dessert, is it ice cream? the portion is so little… "Table no. 31.." You walked towards the table, dish in one hand and your other hand tucked behind your back. "Your dish sir" You placed the dish on his table, he's blonde, wearing glasses, sitting alone, and looks to be around your age perhaps? "Ahh thank you" You bowed at him and returned back to grab another dish.
The night went by like a breeze, clocking out at 11 PM as usual. Though before you even get to walk far from the restaurant, someone called for you. "Waiter from before!" You looked back to see the customer from before, blonde with glasses. "Can I help you?"
"No need to be so formal!, anyway, what's your name?" You blinked at him, really? staying around until the restaurant closes to ask your name? can't he do that when you were serving him earlier? "(name).."
"Dashing! Like yourself, you can call me Goo!" Goo smiled at you, he didn't know that the restaurant has an eye candy, now he's glad trying out the restaurant. The food was alright, though this particular waiter caught his eye immediately, who wouldn't look his way honestly? Tall, smooth skin, honey-like voice, nice hair, smells great, floral and soothing. The type where you'd want to lean on it every time you pass by, he certainly managed to hold himself back from sniffing him like a dog when he brings him his food. Catchy. Goo ignored the fact that it's almost midnight now and continued chatting you up, though he can't deny your eyebags added your charm, gah daym.
"Can I have your number? y'know, to ask for dish recommendations, and maybe a potential hangout?" Goo grinned at you while giving you his phone, cute, but bold. First time meeting? "Sure, but I doubt the second part, unfortunately, I'm pretty busy.." AND WELL MANNERED? okay Goo, calm down. "No need to worry! I'm sure we can find the right time" He winked at you before walking away after you put in your digits. You continued walking down the road, tucking your hands in your pockets and letting out a breath, it's a chilly night.
A shower before bed never did help you sleep, it did wash the tiredness away, but did nothing to prevent deeper eyebags. Maybe you can't sleep on an empty stomach? but you already ate dinner at the restaurant on your short break. You opened your fridge and grabbed a small milk carton, gulping it down, and checked the time, it's 1 AM. Though you didn't get the time to overthink as you heard a knock on your door. Who in their right mind would want to visit you at this time of day? unfortunately, you know who. "Let me in"
You opened the door to reveal a certain red-haired teen, in his casual clothes, and a bag slung over his shoulder. "Finally, took you long enough" He stepped in and immediately plopped down on the couch, stretching his limbs and looking at you with half-lidded eyes, you chuckled as you closed and locked the door. "Didn't know you were gonna visit this late, and I'm guessing you're staying over?"
"'course I am" Jihoon stood up and made his way to your bedroom, putting down his bag, took off his shirt, and lay down on your bed, "Come on, I'm tired." Despite being older than you, he can act like a baby sometimes.
The next morning, you woke up at the same time as usual, spotting Jihoon still asleep beside you, hugging your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck, you slowly moved his arm away, and quietly exited the bedroom. Maybe.. you should skip your run for today, hanging out with Jihoon in the morning before school sounds more fun. You freshened up for a bit and started making breakfast, seasoned rice, seaweed soup, and some side dishes, pretty easy to make. You were tidying up for a little bit when you spotted Jihoon walking out, scratching his stomach. "Good morning" You sent a smile at him, watching how he slowly made his way towards you, then resting his head on your shoulder, "Good morning…."
"Breakfast?" you finished tidying up and looked at him, messy hair, shirt still absent, and a soft frown on his face. He nodded and rubbed his eyes. "Freshen up for a bit, then join me"
After breakfast and taking a shower you made lunch for yourself and Jihoon to bring, he did ask you for one, and who are you to say no? you've done this many times, and neither you nor him, are tired of it. And every time you made him lunch, he made sure to scrape every last bit of food in the container, and essentially brag to everyone in his sight that you had made him lunch, with a smug face, of course. He doesn't even deny the rumours going around, a girlfriend? a boyfriend? he lets them think what they want. He would return the following night after you shift at the restaurant to return the container, sometimes only dropping by, most of the time, staying over the night again, and got a free breakfast.
Weekend came by quick, but instead of heading to the restaurant, you head to a flower shop nearby. Working a shift there from 10 AM until 5 PM, you really didn't complain, not only was the owner a nice old lady, but the pay was also good. Maybe you've also grown attached to the flowers and their scent, hence why you bought a floral perfume, they do calm your nerves. The shop was bustling with life as usual, because it's rather unique, customers are allowed to pick fresh flowers at the greenhouse, which is right behind the shop, if they pay a bit more, and your boss also sells fruits, not much and it's seasonal, but they always run out of stock quickly, she is very loved in this neighborhood, you could tell. You've worked here longer than the restaurant, but you loved it here more, not only were the customers kind and talked with respect, but you also got to arrange a bouquet, water the flowers and fruits, say hi to your regulars, and eat lunch with your kind boss. Okay so maybe life is good.
As you walked back to your apartment, you checked your phone to see a notification from James.
Hoon
I'm coming by in a bit
let's go out
I apologize for any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language, and thank you for reading. Feel free to drop who you want to see in this fic. ✦ luca
It's raining. You pulled out a cigar and lit it with your gloved hand. You looked down at the body close to your feet and checked around the penthouse once more. Clean, no evidence, no witnesses, a knife close to the body, a sliced throat. An accident. You made your way to the back door and walked away with an umbrella, then quickly sent a text to your employer. Done.
Busan is pretty, and as you look up, the moon is also present today, gracing you with its presence. You look through your notifications to find 22 missed calls and 31 texts from your little money grubber. Always impatient. As you walked in the cool night, you called him back, hearing it ring a few times before being picked up. "Hmph! So now you remember me!"
You chuckled at his little tantrum, continuing to listen to him ramble about how you always abandon him and leave him to tend for himself, how you didn't care to ask what is he doing right now, checking up on him, how you didn't even care about his well-being!. How dare you. "Hi darling, I apologize for the long wait, it seems that my target suddenly has a different schedule today.." You apologized to him, finishing your cigar and throwing it on the ground to step on it.
"Hmph! I'd better see you tomorrow, if not. I don't want to see you ever again!" You were quick to wind him down, promising you'd be at the house by morning and would smother him with kisses, to which he switched his tone and happily accepted your proposal. You continued to talk to him on your way back to your little apartment, well, it's more like he continued rambling about his day, and how Gun is annoying for leaving him alone to collect debts, he whined on how he hasn't recieved his daily kisses from you, for a month now, since you've been away for that long. To which you apologized again, and he said that he only accept your apology if you drown him in kisses.
"Of course I will, darling I've just arrived at my apartment, I will be packing my things and see you this morning?" You could hear him complain again on the phone, making you chuckle as you put your umbrella away and went up the stairs, you pulled out your keys from your pocket, quickly opening the door and letting yourself in. "Okey fine, I'll let you pack your stuff, but please… I miss you a lot.."
You smiled at his cuteness, at times like this, you just wish you could french him right then and there, not allowing him to breathe even for a second. "I know darling, I miss you a lot too, sleep tight okay? I will be there before you know it." You could hear him mumble out and okay, and proceed to say good night to you, to which to replied with good night as well and hang up. You scanned around the room for a bit and grabbed a towel on your bed, and went to take a shower, after all, you did wait all day inside his house, waiting for him to get home.
You finished showering not long after and went to your wardrobe with a towel around your waist. You picked a simple shirt with pajama pants and dried your hair, but your eye caught your phone lit up for a second. Walking over to grab it, you were met with a transaction, money has been sent to your bank account, a huge sum, though you didn't receive a text back. Typical of him.
This particular person you've eliminated was a big one, he's been on your employer's tail for quite some time, and he didn't like it one bit. That's why he sent you. To finish the job. This is basically your life. An assassin. Of course, Gun and your lover are doing dirty work, but you're doing dirty work… sure, they were more than capable for it, but they appear too often in public, if someone looked into it closely, they can be seen cleaning up some stuff the authorities are not happy with.
Your employer needed someone private, someone who does not appear by his side everywhere he goes, someone happy to be lurking in his shadow. Someone clean-cut, doesn't talk much, and is ready at all times. And you were perfect. Simple, direct, and quite fancy. He didn't care for any of that, but you liked style. Few times you were urgently needed as his bodyguard, when Gun or Goo were not available, but you were never at his side. Always around, but never seen, blending quite well with the other guests, thinking you're just another businessman. But you would eye him from time to time, taking note of his posture and expression. People think he's here without a bodyguard, they are gravely mistaken.
You put your phone on charge and turn the lights off to sleep, you've got a promise to keep and a flight to catch in the morning.
It had stopped raining when you woke up, you checked your phone and it's 4 am, your flight is at 6. You've got some time to spare. Getting up from your bed, you walked to the bathroom to ready yourself, then packed what little stuff you brought into your bags and double checking the small apartment in case you missed anything. You then ordered a taxi to the airport and arrived swiftly. A private one, provided by your oh so kind employer. They served you breakfast there, which is a plus.
You've finally arrived in Seoul, getting off the plane to meet a person there handing you your car keys, he didn't say anything as he escorted you to the parking lot. Nodding his head to you as he walked away. You got in your car and texted your lover before you leave. I'm in Seoul, I'll be home in a bit.
Driving your way home, you stopped by a flower shop. You fancied yourself with the classic, a bouquet of red roses, and bought some cakes from across the shop for your beloved. "Him and his sweet tooth…" you shook your head as you load the stuff in the back seat and made your way home to your needy wife. He's been waiting for a while now, after all.
The penthouse is in sight, and you parked your car and grabbed your stuff, you didn't even have the chance to open the door before a whole body was thrown your way. "YOU'RE HEREE!". You could smell his shampoo, well, yours, as you hugged him with one arm and kissed his head. He had just finished drying his hair, you could tell. "I'm home darling, and I brought you gifts as a token of my apology." He didn't let go of the hug but turned his head to the side, seeing you holding flowers and cakes. He was visibly happy.
Goo smiled at you brightly, as you press kisses all over his face, then a deep kiss to his lips. He quickly grabbed the side of your head to deepen the kiss. He has been missing you, greatly. You were the first to break the kiss, making him chase your lips, wanting more. "Let's get inside first.." He pouted at you, but lightened up again as you gave him his flowers and cakes. But his mood changed back, your darling has quite frequent mood swings…
"You've left me to rot for a month, you're not allowed to leave! Anywhere! Without me for a whole year!" A whole year? you know that's not possible, but you gave in to his actics. He is, after all, your beloved wife, making demands.
"Yes dear…"
I apologize for any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language, and thank you for reading. ✦ luca
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