#;present

@kgsehun​

jun is learning how to be herself, truly and fully. she’s learning how to feel like herself, dress like herself. most of all, jun is learning how to express herself.

ever since returning from mexico, she’s donned the skirts, high heels, fake boobs and make up more times than she can count. whether it’s to do with her having spent almost a week in such outfits or the fact that her emotional state of mind is a little off these days (courtesy of a certain indecisive male) she doesn’t know, and she doesn’t quite stop to think about it either. because being herself is so much fun, and getting attention from other people (positive attention, mind you) for the way she dresses or looks is a thrill all on its own.

but of course that level of fun comes with an unexpected added downside that she actually should have seen coming; a series of creeper guys expressing their interest in her and questioning her way too personally.

not that she’s afraid - she can probably take each and every single one of them in a fight, after all - but she’s not going out just to beat up all the creeps on the block. which is why she usually comes up with this or the other often-used excuse to get out of the situation and save herself the trouble.

but some days that doesn’t work out. like when you’re taking a walk through the park, for instance, clad in a knee-length comfortable fleece dress with scarf that clearly indicates you’re there for a walk outside rather than on your way to somewhere important that you really can’t be late for.

the only saviour nearby is a young male sitting leisurely on a bench and jun can safely say she’s never seen him before. she would usually be more polite and either go for a simple hug first or just go sit next to him pretending to know him, but the level of creep the guy next to her exudes makes her pretty certain she’s going to need more than that to scare him off.

and so, when her eyes fall upon the young male, she shifts her expression into a happy one, then politely greets the (quite old, she might add) male at her side goodbye before almost skipping over to the bench.

“What are you doing here?”

jun’s barely managed to leave jitae back with whatever he’d been busy with and is now finally on her way to the person she came looking for to begin with. not that she wasn’t happy to see the other male again, but none of the things she’d gone through managed to make her forget about the phone conversation she’d had with junho while on the plane to mexico.

and she’s worried sick about her baby boy, really. so much has happened and there’s been so little time for her to keep up with the other people she cares about that she feels almost guilty for not having managed to find him sooner.

( sms ↳ 애기 ) i’m at the temporary new hq ( sms ↳ 애기 ) where are you?

she waits for the response to her text and then instantly hurries in that direction. her pace is swift, her long legs aiding her in hurrying through across the premises without looking like she’s running. still, she almost runs anyway because even the pace she’s going at doesn’t feel fast enough. but she knows people are watching and she doesn’t want anyone to know how much she actually cares about the younger male she’s currently looking for.

when she rounds a corner and he comes into view, the response is almost instant. relief courses through her upon seeing that he is truly alive and well. despite having heard his voice over the phone that was not a settled fact, apparently. and although her initial reaction is to come to a stop right away upon seeing him, it only takes her a heartbeat to put herself back in motion after that.

with three quick strides, she closes the rest of the distance between her and the young man she’d been dying to see again. there’s not a single spark of hesitation inside of her as she wraps her arms around him tightly, pulling junho against her chest and lifting a hand to automatically stroke over his hair.

“i’m here, baby,” she whispers softly, fingers threading through the soft locks while her other hand runs up and down junho’s back. so far for not letting anyone else figure out how much she cares, but she can’t even be bothered with worrying about that anymore. she’s just so glad to have him close to her and to be able to make sure with her own senses that he is truly fine. “i’m here. safe and sound. just like i promised.”

it’s been months now in which jun has been receiving rather regular emails from a certain weapon specialist. months of continued attempts to get him to meet up with the younger male at headquarters and try out this or the other new knife. emails he at first replied to with polite refusal, then blunt rebuttal and eventually jun ended up simply ignoring them.

not that he doesn’t like the weapon’s specialist; on the contrary. yoongi is one of his more favourite members of the kingsman service, considering he is one of the few people there who understand what a proper knife is supposed to look and feel like - as well as be used for. the thing is, jun has his knives and they still work perfectly, so why would he get different ones?

which is, in fact, the main dialogue between the two of them whenever they do end up coming across each other in the hallways. yoongi animatedly discussing his newest invention and jun patiently explaining how unnecessary a new knife was, when one already has a trusty old one. jun has gotten used to it, forked it up as being just another part of becoming a knight.

quite coincidental how yoongi had been hired around the same time as jun had been promoted. from the start it had made jun feel more warmly towards the young male to begin with, but by now it’s like he found himself a little brother within the service. a continuously nagging little brother, exactly the way they usually are, is what he’s told.

but surprisingly, yoongi’s latest invention had sparked his interest. admittedly he’d only actually read through the email in a bout of boredom, but the knife described inside was quite the idea indeed - with a tip that could be filled with poison and a mechanism to use so that only those you really wanted to die would get their dosis, and in other instances the knife could work like any other.

for someone used to working with knives, an invention like that is definitely one jun can appreciate. mostly because he really doesn’t like having a poisonous blade in his position anybody could accidentally nick themselves on and die from. which is why he’s decided to go over to where the younger male is usually holed up so that he can try out the weight of the blade, the balance and everything else that needs to be tested in person to make sure a knife is truly a good knife.

but, in order to truly confuse the younger male, jun decided to dress up that day. mostly because he still feels more comfortable in the dresses and heels he’s been wearing more regularly lately, but also because he really wants to see the look on yoongi’s face when a so-called complete stranger walks in.

it takes a little bit of work as usual - shaving, dressing up, doing make-up, putting on a proper wig - but then jun is good to go. with her dark hair styled just right, her make-up on point, her dress business-like but showy and her high heels of the impeccable red type, she calmly makes her way over to the recently new headquarters.

despite not having been there much at all, she easily finds her way over to yoongi’s ‘garage,’ not announcing her presence in any way until she gives a light tap on the door and walks inside. the desk - where she knows the weapon specialist is supposed to be - is empty. instead she notices an overall a little further up ahead, next to one of the cars on display.

gently closing the door behind her again, she waits a simple moment longer before clearing her throat and then walking over to where the weapon specialist is ‘hiding.’ “good afternoong, mister min, i believe you are supposed to be working,” she speaks in that i-see-what-you’re-doing-there type of voice most of the administrative higher ups tend to have when speaking to her. she makes sure to school her expression into one of badly masked disapproval and slight contempt as she allows her gaze to finally meet that of the weapon’s specialist.

it’s been several weeks again since jun has last seen junho. usually she doesn’t notice the time passing, nor does she worry, but whenever she receives word that he has returned, the motherly feelings spark up inside of her instantly. which is rather ironic, considering that the fact he’s back should already serve as proof that he’s alright. but apparently in jun’s mind worse things can have gone wrong than junho actually dying.

every time he returns from a mission, she hurries to him the minute she hears. sometimes she finds him at hq, sometimes she shows up at his damn door just to make sure he’s alright. no matter where she finds him, however, she always brings something for him to eat along with her. because a young man like him should get enough food in his system to make sure he’s alright.

this time, the mother hen finds her baby chick back at hq. it is in a random one of the headquarter’s hallways that she comes up to him, bag of takeout dinner already reached out in one hand as she approaches the younger male.

“junho, there you are.” the words come out of her a little breathlessly and rushed, because she’s reaching the heights of her worry at this point - despite the fact that he looks acceptably alright at this point. “you took a long time this time. are you alright? did you get hurt?” she never asks about the mission itself because those are always classified, but that doesn’t stop her from mothering over everything else.

“did you get proper amounts of food while you were off? did you get to shower recently?” for the first few moments there is never a word to be get in between all of her worrying questions, but eventually she does stop for a breath of air. that’s when her gaze stops on junho’s face and the question in her eyes waits for an answer from his side.

it’s been a long day. admittedly it became even longer during the meeting that he’s finally able to leave behind him. there was a lot they’d been briefed on and an even bigger lot of disturbing news. as always the world wasn’t quiet and peaceful for very long.

clearing his throat as he exits the meeting room, jun straightens his tie and runs a hand through his hair. there weren’t many of the other knights physically present at the meeting, but it was still good to see all of their faces. somehow these meetings always instilled in him a sort of relief that all those he knew were still there. not that he cared so much about all the knights - or even knew all of them enough to speak of any feelings whatsoever - but he feels as if hearing of the demise of one of them will definitely be off-putting.

he still remembers the way he felt when the news had come that a knight position had opened, back when he took the opportunity. and not much later the same had happened again to allow lancelot to take her position among their ranks.

he turns his head to look at her as she comes out of the meeting room as well, allowing himself a moment to admire her beauty. jun had not known the woman long as she had only come to join the seoul base three years ago, when the london one became compromised, but it was enough to know that she could not be called friendly. personality aside, however, she was like a mirage from a dream.

a beauty beyond measure, like an angel having descended to the realm of mere mortals and decided to take their place among them. although he was quite sure that no angel in the service of god would probably join the kingsman ranks - or display such coldness as lancelot could underneath the façade. still, her beauty was almost ethereal to him, probably stemming from far beyond the mortal plane.

“you look like a dream sometimes, you know?” the words are out before he’s full well aware he’s spoken them aloud, but he does not show any sign of surprise or embarrassment over them. his gaze just stays on his fellow knigth and, as she turns to look at him, a warm albeit small smile appears on his features as well.