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MOST BEAUTIFUL FACES OF 2015 // #48 JEI

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donât be too late ,
Itâs all routine: he throws his keys on the counter, his weekly stack of mail beside it as he closes the door behind him, shoes off at the door, buttons of his coat coming undone as he slides it off his shoulders toward the bedroom. But routine stops there, as do his footsteps, as thereâs a subtle change to his home that he cannot place, a distinct fragrance, a change in space. His senses are on alert but he cannot justify it so he proceeds forward, though at a slower pace than heâs used to. In seconds, his fingers are curled around the doorknob and heâs carefully entering.
The first thing he notices is the scent grown stronger, his nose picking up changes faster than his eyes can spot the mass in his bed. Trained to be on offensive first, his heartbeat quickens, but his senses quickly put pieces together before he can act on his rush of adrenaline: the brunette hair cascading on pillows, the long and familiar legs, the face that had been emblazoned on the back of his eyelids, a vivid vision every time he closed his eyes. His quickened heartbeat becomes irregular as he approaches, eyes never leaving her sleeping form.
Without hesitation, he slips into bed with her, tries his best not to move the mattress too much so as not to disturb her, and slips an arm around her petite waist, a feeling all too familiar and foreign all the same. Itâs been too long, and because of that, he cannot wait.
âJinhee,â he says softly so as to coerce her from her dreams and into reality with him. His voice is a deep tenor against her ear, his whispers dancing across her skin as his hand caresses her side. âWelcome home.â
itâs when he slips into bed where her act trembles and she grows weak. an inevitable smile crosses her lips, telling she had never fell into sleep since he had come home. "damn, the jig is up,â she mumbles, slowly opening her eyes to a sight that tugs at her chest. he looks a little worn, but still as magnificent as she had last remembered him. always remembered him. lithe fingers raise to meet his cheek, thumb gently tracing underneath his eye. âobviously havenât gotten more sleep since i left. miss me too much, merlin?â a wider grin marks her features, and despite the facade, both of them knew of the underlying truth. a glaring one at that; one that had pained her more than sheâd ever like to admit.Â
her eyes catch a glimpse of the remnants of bruises and gashes that had previously sheathed her arms, and she doesnât stop to think before tucking her hands back away underneath the covers. âtake off your suit,â she says with a mischievous grin, quilt framing her face in the cutest way she can muster. âkingsman looks good on you, but you look better as kyungsoo.â
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the jet on her screen looped and swerved past oncoming clouds and enemy missiles with fluid dexterity, collecting golden coins in the process with every ding (!) of a perfect spiral.
the person (hani) behind the controls (her keyboard) eyed the screen through narrow slits, purely concentrated on nothing else beating her previous high score.Â
still somehow despite the background noises coming from her game, the techie still managed to catch the muted sounds of footsteps headed her direction. in one fluid drag of her mouse, she minimized the tab and swiveled around her desk chair, facing the newcomer with the most innocent expression she was capable of (which didnât account for much, now that she thought about it).Â
once she saw (or heard, whichever came first) who this person was, her act dropped completely, composure immediately falling into something more relaxed and familiar. an easy smile formed on her lips as she raised up a hand to greet her old friend.Â
âwelcome back, kim! heard you got your ass handed to you at your last mission. nice to see youâre all in one piece again. headquarters was really too quiet without you around; it was getting pretty lonely.â Â
âyouâre still as good as ever, ahn. though that innocent face doesnât look good on a slacker.â she shoots back a knowing smile. âiâm alive, arenât i? my ass is still where it was when you saw it last.â ah, as always, jinhee being one too proud to admit to her weaknesses. sheâs always cockier during her second wind. âglad to know you missed me though, tâwas lonely abroad too.â
but enough about that. she whips her head around, finding the closest free office chair around to steal. âsorry, not really, to whoever was using this,â she mumbles aloud, rolling the empty seat closer toward her friend. âwhatâs up though -- howâs work, howâs life?â she tilts her head to glance at haniâs monitor. âalso, 1v1 me whenever you have the time. iâve got a lot of it to kill since iâm a confined prisoner at HQ for a while.âÂ
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After her mental breakdown, and upon her return from her unannounced disappearance, sheâd been over-compensating, practically living at the agencyâs underground HQ, and only leaving to grab a fresh set of clothes, and shower. She was still suffering from her helpless anxiety, and fear of re-approaching her colleagues with the same energy and liveliness, and so, most of her time was spent facing her screens, (and her collection of plushies and toys when she needed a break.)
But she was finally fed up, she needed a change of sight when she decided to take a short snack break, and it was an ungodly hour to begin with, so she didnât expect to run into many, if anyone at all. And so she plopped down on one of the couches in the shared space, and with closed lids, quietly munched on a granola bar. She was finally realizing just how achey she felt, when the sudden chiming startled her, and her eyes snapped open.
âHi!â She imitated the peppiness without much thought, though her voice came out rather raspy from having not spoken for God knows how long. She smiled softly and shrugged, âgiving my eyes a break, Iâm starting to see codes whenever I close my eyes, you know? Theyâre too bright!â
She chuckled. Being gone so long herself, she didnât have a clue about the otherâs situation, âwhat about you? Whatâre you doing here so late?â
âgod, what--â oh she beat her to it. a laugh bubbles from her throat, âman, i was about to ask you the same thing.â jinhee eyes the granola bar in lylaâs fingers, and then flicks her focus back at her colleagueâs face. âif i wouldnât die from sitting on my ass, typing code all day and night, i would definitely die from eating just a breakfast bar at this time.â
she takes it upon herself to settle herself down onto the same couch, bringing her feet up to cross her legs. she smiles. âi donât really know what iâm doing -- guess iâve got extra energy from playing trapped baby here in HQ.â she chooses to omit how creepy she couldâve been perceived just wandering around at night. the thought hangs in the air, but is waved away by her hands in an exaggerated stretch of her arms. âdo you wanna go out? have some real food?â and itâs then where jinhee moves from her place, toward lyla, slowly taking the snack from her hands, freely taking a bite to claim it. she speaks, mouth half full. âyou need it.â
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âNothing good is all I can say-oh heeeyâ he had spoken without looking up from the table he was bent over and when he did his expressions just turned brighter âLong time no see indeed, but now that I have, it suddenly feels all is right in the world. â a cheeky little smile curls up his lips and he looks her over â You been well?I heard some shit went down with you?â tipping his head to the ide he tried to recalls what little fleeting words he had picked up, but he didnât know much besides what he heard could always plain rumors. He infact wasnot kidding when he said ânothing goodâ, he had some down time at the moment and that meant he could go ahead to have some fun of his own-
a quirk of the brow, then both shoot up in mirrored delight -- âhiiii!â the underlying concern aimed at her colleagueâs quick mumble lingers, though takes the backseat in conversation. for now, at least. âyour sincerity only sounds patronising, old man,â she jests, âitâs good to be back.â her fingers mindlessly pad at the bruises that had once sheathed her arm. the kingsman jacket does a fine job in covering the remnants of them, anything that did not fall in line with immaculate.âiâm alright now, iâm in recovery stage. not injured enough anymore to be rotting away in a bed, but not healed up enough to be out on field. so here i am annoying you~â jinhee purses her lips in a zip of contemplation before she takes a seat on the tabletop. âiâm so bored though, old man. tell me about life. pass down some wisdom. whadâya got for me?â

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ooc,
hi guys! iâm actually a returning mun (got kicked by activity check cus iâm a terrible person w time and busy life uhuhu), but anyway, itâs good to be back and thank you for your welcomes, i replied to all the messages i received! i have an open plot for kingsman (previous post), and thatâs open for all kingsman agents, any and multiple is encouraged. iâll do an open one for civvies too soon! iâll be popping up some plot/thread ideas up too thatâll be up for grabs, but if you want to plot in advance/directly, hey thatâs cool too, just hit me up!
tyty!Â
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OPEN TO ANY AGENT, MULTIPLE!
hiatus from missions mean being stuck back at base. and while it may not necessarily be a bad thing, after all itâs ensuring her safety and recovery, jinhee was also a soul who would be struck by boredom if she stayed in the same environment for more than just five minutes. and would go to say is also a soul that would rather be injured than idle.
in reality, she does have paperwork to do... but letâs just say it doesnât exist as long as sheâs not looking at it. thus, she is everywhere it is not, opting to socialise (see: annoy) with her busy coworkers and witness the myriad of responsibilities they go through each day.
âlong time no see!â she chimes, prancing up to her next victim with glee, tidy ponytail swishing from side to side with each step. âwhatcha up to?â
donât be too late ,
among the bruises and cuts she had taken to her body, none were quite like the wound that had a mind. pain wouldâve been the first word to associate. albeit, inflicted by no one, a vacant pain, sheâd say. sheâd thought, during every second she had to spare. yearning was like that by nature. and, unsurprisingly, as the physical grazes had mostly healed over, this one did not.
but this helped. nose kissing the pillow, breathing in her first dose. (she had missed too many.) she falls under the surface of sleep not long after, and dreams lift her up again until she wakes. lithe fingers curl in his bedsheets greedily, where only his absence lies. but just as the thought comes to its stop, the click of the door sounds, and then it opens. although her muscles tighten by excitement, pulling to defy her mind, she exhibits enough control to relax herself back, feigning sleep until heâll inevitably find her.
fiestar / one more (2014)
shaken, not stirred;
The complete loss of control that happens next is mind-blowing, beyond his own realm of understanding. Heâs never felt so uninhibited, unrestrained, vulnerable, and itâs all because itâs his name she murmurs so sinfully against his ear, her hot breath only adding fuel to the fire. In no time at all, heâs secured her long legs around her waist and picked her up off the wall, bodies never losing contact as he stumbles through the hallway.
A nondescript frame crashes to the floor as he again loses focus, finding that her lips are too irresistible for him to wait the few more steps it would take to get to his bedroom.
After what seems like a lifetime of struggle, he finally manages to open his bedroom door, bodies tangled, breaths uneven, mouth open, always wanting more. He gently tosses her onto the bed and allows her a short reprieve as he undoes his tie, tossing it casually to the side before climbing on top of her, knees digging into the mattress on either sides of her hips. He plants his palms flush against the pillows on either side of her head, and though he wants nothing more than to continue and to let his body do as it pleases, he forces himself to stop, to pause and make sure this is something neither of them forgets.
He leans down, presses a kiss to her forehead, followed by the tip of her nose, to opposite cheeks, to the corners of her lips. âYouâre beautiful,â he whispers between each one, quietly, almost too quiet, but it doesnât matterâhis breath against her skin eases each sentiment underneath each kiss, lets it sink and settle into her bones. He hovers just centimeters above her, eyes gazing deep into hers, clouded with alcohol but clear with intent and, despite his every effort, emotion. âYouâre simply amazing, Kim Jinhee.â
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âclumsy,â she remarks smugly, smiling into his ravenous lips after the crash of a frame hitting the floor, and then her own back carelessly flung onto the bed soon after. clumsy, careless -- are not adjectives often, or ever, used to describe merlin, so itâs this haughty sense of pride that instils in her because, not only has she witnessed it... but jinhee is also the reason for it.
she revels in the sight of controlâs embodiment losing it all, likes the way his tie loosens and crinkles under his grip and pull, likes the way itâs thrown to the side without his eyes following through, because theyâre focused on one thing -- her, and only her. jinhee is nothing short of pleased, but kyungsoo gives her more.
next thing she knows, she finds him close. unbelievably close, her oxygen having now become his heady scent. but what she doesnât expect is the kiss to her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, continuing on like this, connecting points across her face with his lips. in this way, he draws a particular fondness coupled into wordless letters into her skin and, unwillingly, her eyelashes flutter in response. as does her heart. âi think youâre amazing me more tonight,â she murmurs, poise faltering for a moment when her eyes dart away -- as if itâd hide the pink she knows mars her face in response to his blindsiding praise.

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âŻenchanted âŹpjm+kjhâ
[ ... ]
    âWould have been helpful if we had access to the seating placement.â The maleâs laugh comes out short and airy, no heat behind words as he guides them through groups of people content on gossiping and chattering about mindless matters, false compliments falling to their feet. Jimin smiles at every masked stranger who so much as spares them a glance in their quest, appreciative of none attempting to engage in conversation, yet. As a waiter halts in front of them he accepts the glass of champagne with quiet gratitude, but leaves it untouched, carried as accessory.
   They donât have to search for too long, in the end. âFound it~â Detaching himself from her side he inspects the artfully typed numerals and text on rich, thick paper, confirming a match found, Jinheeâs on the seat next carefully placed on table adorning delicate and no doubt expensive dinnerware.
jinhee is a mirror of her partnerâs smile before her grip loosens slightly. sheâs okay; she tries to reassure herself and the reflexes of her own body. she nods once to signal the a-okay for their continuation.
she allows jimin to take the lead, being a half step behind the alignment of his body so she can watch the slivers of proceedings that take place behind his back. a few eyes catch her wandering gaze along the way, at where she needlessly adjusts her mask or flashes her trademark smile. not much, not yet. âno fun if we didnât have a little work to put into it, i guess,â she comments on her partnerâs remark. sheâs sure of their similar thought processes though -- that this is indeed a serendipitous opportunity theyâd ought to take advantage of in terms of mapping and memorising routes. jinhee offers a contented hum and no more, gesturing for them to get a move on.
once theyâre seated, it is ready position for the next stage of the nightâs events to unfold. ânice work,â she coos. she places her clutch in her lap, idly swings the cascade of her hair over one shoulder, and loyally waits.
âŻenchanted âŹpjm+kjhâ
[ ... ]
lavishness and opulence went hand-in-hand with being a kingsman. and it was a detail in the job description jinhee is still sure sheâd never tire from. take it now where she hooks an arm through her fellow agentâs, gently presses into his side to smile. itâs a taciturn reminder to push the glitz out of their focuses, and turn it to their critical objective here tonight.
with the practiced grace of kingsmen, under the flawless guise of blue-blooded aristocrats, jimin and jinhee glide down the carpet as a pair, and up the few stairs to the grand doors of the esteemed 63 convention centre. she had caught the eyes of a few onlookers and paparazzi, but most of which stared through her, rather, and pierced into her partner. usually, at a grand ball, the ladies were the stars, she thinks, but it looked like jimin shined brighter of the two. and although she normally would be, she isnât jealous of being robbed of attention... probably because her mind had already driven along the one track since their mission debrief back at HQ. âthey love you,â is all she says to him when they pass through the entrance, amused more than anything else.
as expected, and what is expected of them for now, the two follow the crowd, blending in with the proceedings before theyâre given their next orders. in other words, just enjoy the night as is. for now, anyway. they take the escalator up to the second floor, and theyâre promptly greeted by function staff and the grand ballroom after them. many guests have made it before them, she sees; a great percentage of cover if anything were to happen. but this also meant a higher chance of potential casualties. idle chatter fills the room, the band complements the scene, but the anxiety is evident in jinhee, especially by the fingers that grip at jiminâs sleeve. âsorry,â she says, belatedly noticing. âletâs see where our names are,â she gestures to the series of round tables across the room. âweâll wait there.â
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of which, there were more than actual answers in this briefing. sure, this was a lead, a clear one at that. but just how did arthur obtain it? the question knocks at her throat, but the only reason it isnât let through is the expression on the head knightâs face. heâs as unsure as them all. but, although it is in no way wise to send so many agents in, even jinhee knows the kingsmen would not be noble in not doing something about it. due to the scarcity of information they had on such a threatening case, it is opportune to send in as many of their eyes and ears they can. the risk is higher this way, and though they are faced with chancing their end each day, they are trained for this -- to be blindsided, and perform like they had seen it.
really, with this decision, the ultimatum arthur serves is either to suck it up, or leave like a coward -- one undeserving to be a kingsman. the choice is obvious, she remains silent, her anxiety only evident through the fingers that curl and fidget with the chain of her suitâs pocket watch.
but, as expected of flipswitch kim jinhee, thereâs no fretting once she steps out of the conference room. the watch is settled back into her pocket, time still ticking, steady and unstoppable. the only thing left to wonder is -- what am i going to wear?
shaken, not stirred;
[ ... ]
âSay it,â he demands, lifting his chin to kiss her once more, brief, chaste kisses between words, forehead pressed against hers. Heâs still dizzy, tipsy, drunk, but this is a clarity unlike anything heâs ever felt before. âI want to hear you say my name.â
why not here? she (canât believe she) nearly asks, impatience having formed the puppeteer to her actions, strings the adrenaline through her fingers, reaching for him when he pulls them apart, and the pouty whine she exhibits when he rips himself away. jinhee has the audacity to put on a show, rolling her neck to stretch and expose hints of skin, taunting him as she smirks, not once breaking the link of his intense gaze as she does so. she waits, barely, hand finally reaching for his when the elevator stops. he doesnât have to find her; heâs got her already.
though whether she behaves... is another story. she laughs at the thought when theyâre inside, and the sound of her seeps through the door as it closes. with its final lock, merlinâs quickly got her in his grasp. she kisses back, delighted though rivals his vehemence through the action, but he supersedes her place by the time he picks her up and slams her against the wall. the automatic response is a muffled groan against his lips when he presses against her further, and a proud chuckle that flits from her throat when she can finally take in air. sheâs surprised by kyungsooâs roughness, having been so used to the finesse and grace of kingsmanâs merlin... but that doesnât mean she likes it any less. her lithe arms curl around his shoulders, finally hooking around the back of his neck to pull him towards her. she wants him closer, even closer than this. her hands act on their own, slipping back and underneath the lapels of his jacket to push it off. her tone quickly transfigures as his lips and tongue pursue their way down her neck, her voice reducing down to a low moan, tailing off into a drawn out sigh. pleased, then needy.
unashamedly so, and too much to deny him. she hears him, his breaths. heâs in her space, and itâs when she closes her eyes and accepts his chaste kiss, she lets him fill her surroundings till his breaths and hers become the only things she can hear. soon, she swears their sounds meld into each other. her eyes open slowly, gazing at him through a half-lidded, lusty stare. âbedroom,â she drawls. and, truthfully, she hadnât had nearly as many drinks as merlin did, but kyungsoo had become the catalyst. kim jinhee is intoxicated, drunk, heady from him, for him. âbedroom,â she tries again, hips slightly undulating against his own in her keenness, now gives him what he wants -- âmerlin.â sort of. deliberately, of course. jinhee always had trouble with behaving, it was no surprise. âor did you mean kyungsoo?â his name drips off of her tongue like honey, like sin. she repeats it again, again, and again between the kisses she presses along his jaw, tilting her head to plant more against his neck. she nips at the skin playfully, tauntingly again. and finally her mouth his at his ear, nibbling at his earlobe. âare you going to make me wait longer, do kyungsoo?â

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shaken, not stirred;
Itâs in the heat of this moment that Kyungsoo finally admits to how long heâs wanted this, and thereâs nothing stopping him now from pursuing everything else.
the elevator takes an eternity. reality shifts and blurs, phasing in and out. the wait numbs her to everything else in her surroundings, all to compensate for how hyperaware she is of him. they both stare dead ahead, eyes fixed onto the cool metal doors before them, but the heat between them is telling of their swerving gazes. jinhee forgets where she is momentarily, and only realises when itâs her being tugged out of the trance, and in through the opening elevator doors.
she easily lets herself be lead by him, and even though they donât stand on the same side anymore when their ascent begins, they are still joined by their hands. she squeezes his own idly, fondly, slowly guiding her thumb to rise and dip across his knuckles, but then, in the corner of her eye, she notices his other is reaching back â and the elevator stops.
instinct grabs a hold of her body first; repositions her feet to stabilise herself as the floor beneath them shudders, but sheâs clumsy in doing so when merlin lets go of her hand completely. the way he directs an unfamiliar gaze towards her doesnât help either, makes her bump against the wall of the elevator, but she is unable to fall â has no room to fall. not when his body is suddenly there to stabilise her where she couldnât. her heart hammers as he nears, takes it upon himself to transform her surroundings into him, and sheâd be embarrassed by the way her heart hammers against the cage of her chest if he did not look at her like this. so curious, yet sure. confused, however firm. burning hot, despite the levelled-out calm heâs always been.
and then itâs automatic, doesnât think about it â has spent too long thinking about it when she raises her chin for her lips to meet his. she accepts him warmly, and drinks him in with the slow slide of her mouth. she tastes his kiss and things bigger than what she can make up â like heart, like weakness, like the one, like everything. the moment is fleeting before their mouths part, and she canât help but just watch him when her eyes open, and with his still closed. heâs so close, she can probably count his eyelashes â if she werenât in such a dazed state, of course. jinhee can only offer him a small smile when his gaze greets her again.
but, just like that, his eyes close again, but she canât be any more relieved when he claims her again. an honest sigh spills from their kiss, more open this time, despite how closed the gap between their bodies is. her fingers blindly find his middle first, before they snake up over his shoulders to curl around his neck. and with just as much vigour, she pulls him down so she can press eagerly into his kiss, bite him back and mimic the way he had salved the pain. jinhee, simply being jinhee, follows it up with a mischievous smile pressed to his lips, but all in all, trust that she is content. itâs the way she hums with satisfaction when they break for air again, and the eyes that burn with the utmost admiration and pride, and hunger for him that lets merlin know. a moment is taken where jinhee continues to look at him like this, arms still fast over his neck. licks her lips to savour his taste on her tongue, and makes sure his eyes catch the action and the pleased smile that comes after. âkyungsoo,â she murmurs, after not saying his name as often as sheâd like. itâs pleasant on her lips, lets him know how much she likes it with a swift peck to his nose and a slow ease back into his lips where she mouths in âmineâ.
shaken, not stirred;
The faint hint of red is radiant on her, the smile even more so. He mirrors it, tries to, lips spreading into a quiet grin, thumb moving on its own, stroking along her cheekbone. Itâs as soft as he suspects, and though his touch is tender and his smile so soft, his brown eyes grow dark as he leans in to the ear on the opposite side of where his hand now rests at the base of her neck. âWhy donât we get out of here and find out, love?â
He chuckles lowly, makes sure hot breath dances along flushed skin before he pulls away, letting his palm smooth against her arm before his own comes to rest around her waist as he stands, by some miracle able to do so without a stumble or fall.
He leads her out of the bar hand-in-hand, steps only slightly staggering, and out into the cold night air. It feels refreshing against hot cheeks and suppressed memories, but itâs nothing against the salve that is Jinheeâs fingers intertwined with his, warmth of her palm pressed flush against his as he calls a taxi. He pulls on her hand as they wait, brings her closer before disconnecting them in order to pull on the lapels of his coat, bringing it closed over her form, enclosing her in the warmth of insulated wool and his own body temperature. Their faces are as close as other moments beforeâin his office on her birthday, after chasing after her at the color festivalâbut this time he canât control the way his heart races, and heâs almost certain she can feel it against her chest.
Thereâs a dangerous tug at his stomach, a sudden urge, and he nearly loses his mind suppressing the need to fulfill the curiosity of how soft her lips are and if he can taste how much alcohol sheâs had on her tongue. His own tongue darts out, sweeps over his bottom lip before tiers of white press down, trapping his bottom lip between them. His arms wrap tighter around her form, protecting against the chilling wind that sweeps by, raises his gaze from her lips to her eyes and theyâre close, oh so close.
âCome home with me,â he insists again, voice a half whisper, knowing full well her answer having seen it in her eyes inside the bar despite his inebriation. He wants to hear it, wants to hear her say yes so that he can validate all the things he wants to do but didnât tell her. He hums, half a chuckle, half to keep himself grounded. âI promise Iâll keep you warm.â
ugh, she was just forgetting the hard-up merlin sheâs so used to. (not that she didnât like him arrogant and cocky, but) tonight had shown her a change of pace, a merlin nice and slow, and she had been instantly drawn to him like a moth to a flame. he was warm like the flame, she was warmer, about to get burned. she misses him already.
her neck does burn from where the ghost of his touch still lingers. but her attention is then pulled to where his hand slips into her own, and the rose gradually returns to colour her face again. she canât help the small smile at her lips when sheâs being lead out, nor can she stop the way her heart skips over a few beats more. the sudden chill that greets them has a discontented sigh leaving jinheeâs lips, but the last thing she expects... happens, and sheâs suddenly, for the first time in her life, unsure of what to do.
in his arms, under his own jacket, itâs impossible to find words, or even the impulse to laugh. she might find this funny sober, but she really hasnât had that many drinks tonight (as to witness and savour this)... so she also doubts that too. right now, she can only feel the heartbeat thrum in her chest. is that his? or her own doubling over itself? and honestly, she doesnât know, or really much care whose it is, because the way kyungsooâs eyes look at her, makes jinhee want to melt into them and stay. perfect.
any bustle of the city around them seems to quiet when he speaks, and she almost forgets where they are if it isnât for the taxi that coasts by the curb, gradually coming to a stop next to where they stand. her eyes flit to his, and she isnât ashamed of the rare, soft smile she shows him. âcome keep me warm then,â she murmurs, small hands gently squeezing at his sides underneath the warmth of his coat. she pulls away only to pull open the taxi door, then ducks inside, waiting for the presence she already misses to return to her side again. and when he does... she does hesitate at first, but quickly feels no qualms when she settles into his side, hand searching for his to hold.