#cckkaa

@classycloudcuckoolanderclasso put this best, I'm not even gonna try and paraphrase

Also, although you didn't ask this, have a beautifully worded "How does Hwan fall for Vera"

Maybe, probably not, but now I'm laughing just because

(Sorry I deleted the original ask by mistake)

The CCKKAA is a wip still, but for now me and @classycloudcuckoolanderclasso have got:

Eliwood (Max/Nerris)

Marmalade (Max/Nerris)

Paula (Neil/Harrison)

Dexter (Ered)

Violet (Dolph/same wife as in CCKK)

Lucy (Space Kid/OC wife named Faith who made him give up on his dreams)

Cornelius, aka Neeley (Preston/Vera)

I wrote this snippet forever ago but I think it answers this question so lemme just

///

He's frail.

He's frail, and his bones creak when he moves, and Hwan has to pretend not to notice the pained winces he lets himself show when he thinks nobody's watching him and the slow way he has to sit himself down in the living room sofa during movie night. He's frail, he's dying, but in the years he's got left, he's also insistent on making Hwan's life a beautiful hell.

"You're not doing that," he says, grabbing the newest assignment out of Hwan's hand.

Hwan, reflexes ever sharp, thinks about grabbing it back --it wouldn't take much, just a flick of the wrist and Dang could go flying-- but lets Dang crumple it up in his pocket instead. Lets him think he's won this round.

"Honey," he says, and his tone is soft, "it's good money."

"Good money for a sure death. It's a fucking suicide mission, Hwan, I'm not letting you."

Hwan laughs gently. Dang is always so worried about him, so worried he might even slip up on his usual "no swearing in the house" policy and let loose one right in front of their kid. It's a good thing he's not here right now.

"I'm careful."

"Like hell you are."

"I am. I'm the best man in town. I've only been shot twice all year, and it was only on my leg. It took less than five minutes for the bullets to be dug out."

Dang doesn't seem convinced, and Hwan on whim grabs his hand and brings it to his lips, softly kissing the callused knuckles. Dang has lovely hands, long and slim. He used to play the piano for him sometimes, back when Hwan was young and he was healthy and all was right in the world.

"Honey. Honey, look at me?"

Dang does, if unwillingly. His beautiful brown eyes are heavy-lidded with dark circles, and Hwan makes a mental note to run it by the doctor again. It can't be normal for a man to look so tired even after sleeping 13 hours straight. Something has got to be off, no matter what she insists.

"I'm going to be fine," is what he says out loud. He takes his other hand, and kisses that too. Dang tastes sweet against his lips, like flour and honey-- baking exhausts him, but he insists on doing it anyway, insists on having a fresh tray of honey and almond cookies ready for Hwan when he gets home after a long day at work. He's never been one for idly sitting back and accepting pity, Dang. "Nothing is going to happen to me. I promise."

"A promise, you say," Dang muses. He pulls his hands away from Hwan's grip and slides them under his chin instead, pushing it up until his face is mere inches from his. He smiles, then, and Hwan hates how it both breaks his heart and makes him fall in love all over again.