Moonjo Ahn

Morgan: Okay.

Morgan: ... I'll pack a bag.

Morgan: Would you tell me if I came over?

Morgan: I could.

Moonjo: Yes.

Morgan: Why can't you sleep?

Morgan: You.

Morgan: And how fucking annoying the buzzing coming from the heater is. But mostly you.

Moonjo: Long story better not said over text.

Morgan: I can’t sleep. I’ve been trying for a while now.

Morgan: What about you? Are you working?

Moonjo: Figured I might as well.

Moonjo: Can’t sleep, should be productive.

Morgan: Hey

Morgan: Are you awake?

Moonjo: Yeah

He’s just coming out of the store when the lights flicker out. Eyes on his phone for a moment Travis doesn’t even register what’s going on, until he nearly stumbles onto someone.  It’s dark, the lack of light alarming. “Christ, what now?”

Moonjo had just stepped outside the store when everything went dark. His eyes were immediately drawn to the burst of orange in the sky - the only color left in the night. He scowled, frowning further when he was bumped into by someone not paying attention in the chaos.

“It’s the power plant,” Moonjo said evenly. He’d grown up around the area - of course he knew where it was. But what happened? Was it an accident or intentional? 

He illuminated the other man’s face with his phone’s flashlight, recognizing the boxer once he got a look at his face. “You - you want to go on a field trip and find out what the fuck’s happening?” he asked, figuring Travis would be just as good as anyone to have at his side.

“You wouldn’t be the one putting me in any position. I’d be doing what I want to do.” She said she wanted to compromise, but was she really doing any of it herself? She turned her head so that she could press a kiss to Moonjo’s jaw and catch his eye. “I live in Port Cado. My life is in danger anyway. My life was in danger when I was working the streets and had less control than I do now. I’ll work less though. I want more time with you. I want as much of you as I can get.” For the first time in a very long time, she’d let herself be vulnerable and risk getting hurt if it meant she could have the possibility of more with Moonjo.

Morgan collected her thoughts as she leaned back against Moonjo in the tub. The hot water surrounding them felt good and his arms around her felt better. “What if I didn’t? What if… I told you information I hear that could help you and tried to work a few less hours, and you decided not to give up on us. You can’t deny that there’s something real between us, Moonjo. Something good.” There had been a time when Morgan hadn’t expected anything good to happen in her life. She had gone through the motions expecting more of the same thing. Then Moonjo came along and shook everything up. 

Morgan only looked up at Moonjo because he took hold of her chin. Then he spoke and she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. He said he fell for her. He felt the same way she did, yet they remained miles apart. She’d never thought the world was fair, but that was solidified for her right then. 

“Maybe… Maybe we both need to bend a little.” Moonjo was right when he said they were both stubborn, but if he would be willing to bend some then she would too. She could do that for him. She’d already let him in that far; What was a little more? 

Nervous didn’t adequately describe how she was feeling. This was the first job she was interviewing for that wasn’t just a job to see her through. She could see herself genuinely enjoying the role. She impressed herself by not allowing her hand to tremble as she reached out to shake his before taking a seat with the sort of grace Henry had spent years impressing upon her.

‘She has told me a little about you Sir, and Liam. He sounds like a sweet kid.’ she answered. She’d never been more grateful for Morgan’s friendship than when she’d crowed about being the greatest friend ever for helping her secure this interview. As soon as she had cash to spare, Morgan would definitely be treated to a nice bottle of something.

‘Truthfully, I’ve never worked as a Nanny formally.’ she confessed. ‘My – Well, my former Dominant preferred that I keep our home instead. I dropped out of college a few months before I was set to graduate at his request but I have worked with children from single parent families before. During teaching placements, and through babysitting jobs in the neighbourhood.’ she explained. ‘I know it’s not a lot of experience but I promise you won’t find anyone who’ll be as dedicated as me.’

In truth, Moonjo had turned away more qualified nannies. That he was even considering this submissive was strictly all Morgan’s doing. He studied Ollie’s face - she seemed sweet enough, certainly eager. If he couldn’t trust his own judgment, he wanted to believe he could trust Morgan’s.

“Accepting this job will be more intensive than babysitting,” Moonjo continued. He wasn’t condescending in tone, merely laying out the expectations he’d have for the submissive. “I have long hours at the office. I spend as much time as I can with my son, but I’ll depending on you to make sure he makes it to his tutors and has a structured day. His safety and well-being are the most important things to me - if I see him beginning to slip in progress developmentally, you’ll be held accountable. Do you accept that responsibility?”

“Ollie? It’s nice to meet you,” he greeted, motioning for the chair in front of his desk for her to sit. “Morgan has already told me a lot about you.” And, really, was the driving force behind the submissive getting this interview. It wasn’t that Ollie wasn’t qualified - he was just... picky. And Morgan’s recommendation held a lot more weight than it probably should.

“I take it Morgan has told you a little about myself and Liam,” he stated, getting right to the point. He knew she wouldn’t have told Ollie about his involvement with the Syndicate, but likely mentioned that he was frequently busy with work. “He’s my only son and has been raised without a submissive parent. I’ve tried to do as much as I can, but the older he gets, the more it’s clear he needs another influence. You have the education background I’m looking for, but have you worked with kids in a single parent home?”

Morgan winced when she saw the marks she’d left on Moonjo. “Sorry.” It was easy to step into his arms and rest her head on his shoulder. She fit there. “A little. Maybe we’re both a little fucked up. I knew I shouldn’t have fallen for you.” She smirked before she realized just what she admitted and wrapped her arms around Moonjo, hoping to distract him from her words. 

“I’m just glad you’re here for now. I won’t scratch you for a while.” Not as hard at least. The bathroom filled with steam and between the warmth from it and Moonjo’s arms around her, Morgan finally felt comfortable for the first time in… Probably since the last time he’d visited her. Not that her new suite wasn’t plush and comfy for when she was there instead of the submissive dorms, but her stress levels were still just as high as they were before she’d gotten the new job. Her stress was different now, but stress nonetheless. 

Moonjo tipped her chin up as she tried to hide away in his arms. He’d heard her words clearly and it made his chest ache. Why couldn’t he just give into her? Give them both what they wanted?

Morgan: I don't think it was a coincidence.

Morgan: He was trying to get a rise out of me the whole night, I think.

Moonjo: How'd he wind up giving you a ride?

Morgan grinned and slid from the bed. “I’ll go with you.” She took his hand and padded to the bathroom, getting distracted for a moment when she saw her reflection. The marks he’d left on her littered her body and they were captivating. She wondered just how long they would last. At least they’d be there long after he left. 

Moonjo headed toward the bathroom, hissing slightly as he moved. Morgan had done a number to him - when he saw the scratches on his back in the mirror, he couldn’t help but smirk.

Morgan: So... crazy thing.

Morgan: A guy gave me a ride to the casino tonight and introduced himself as Moonjo.

Moonjo: the fuck?

Morgan nodded without a second thought. She wanted him to stay and honestly thought he’d want to leave, so his question filled her with relief. He’d stay. She’d have him for a little longer. A soft sigh left her and she pushed up on her elbows just enough to rest her forehead on his. “Do you want a bath? Or a shower?” Then she kissed him because, fuck it all, he was hers in some way. Maybe they were both stubborn and refused to let down their walls enough to let the other in. Maybe they were stuck in situations they wished they could change. Maybe she didn’t feel good enough for him. In some small way though, he was hers and she was his. 

At least, that’s how she comforted herself.

“Bath,” Moonjo replied, voice soft and full of fondness for the submissive in his arms. He kissed her back and pulled her closer, not quite ready to let her go just yet. This moment in the room was fleeting and would be gone too soon for either of them. Better for him to enjoy it while it lasted.

Amari chuckled, shaking her head. “Who said anything about it being a Dominant, darling? Such a traditionalist.” She smirked as she stared at him across her desk. She hadn’t believed it at first either until she’d seen his reaction first hand.