#saintwithoutasoul

Send ‘◎’ and I’ll generate a number from 1-10 for a situation where my muse blurts out ‘I love you’ to your muse. (Mixture of fluffy, nsfw and angsty)

When reunited with your muse

They were the high school’s sweethearts, together since the first year to the last one and even though they weren’t the most popular students, everyone had acknowledged that they were the cutest couple of the school, the perfect representation of true and honest love that was strong enough for them to go through anything. She was quite the bookworm but bright and cheerful, he was the captain of the soccer team, more quiet unless he was around her. They were deeply in love and it was like an evidence for them to get together. 

Until real life got in the way. 

He got recruited by a professional and international soccer team that had him moving to Europe and she remained in Seoul. At first, they tried to keep in touch through mails and phone calls but it was too tiring for each of them. The light was still there, but it was fading, a small flicker in their heart where a fire had been usually burning strongly. 

They broke up during a rainy day on November. 

It’s a bright sunny day when Gaeul, 24 years old now, goes back to her high school for a reunion with her teachers and ex classmates. There’s rumors that he’ll be there too but she doesn’t want to get her hopes up, she certainly doesn’t want to expect anything if it’s only to be disappointed in the end. 

Her hear flutters as she walks through the familiar doors of her high school and she is suddenly overwhelmed with memories. Memories of laughter under the cherry trees, of walking hand-in-hand during each break even though he didn’t enjoy public skinship– he knew how much she loved it. 

She is early and chooses to go to the cherry tree, the last one of the row of cherry trees at the back of the high school and that was the witness of many things: her love confession, their first kiss, their lunch,their cuddles and many more sweet things. She just wants to go there for the last time. To relive the memories that she’ll lock in her heart forever. A last goodbye. 

He is here. 

She recognizes him, even after all of these years apart. He hasn’t changed much, he is just older, looks stronger but just as handsome and charismatic as he was when they were sixteen years old lovers. 

It feels like she has never stopped loving him. 

Their eyes meet. His own widen and she gives him a small smile, shyly tucking her brown locks behind her ear. 

She wants to say so many things to him. Hello, how are you? I’ve seen your match, you look amazing. Maybe we could catch up with some coffee? Instead, she says, “I love you.” She doesn’t feel embarrassed like the first time she has confessed her love to him at this exact right place. She is honest with herself and with him even after all those years; she has never been able to lie to him anyway and he has always known how to read her. A perfect fit, they were. 

“Daddy!” The eye-contact is broken, and so does her heart when she watches the little boy, not older than two, running over to Joonmyeon with bright eyes and stretched arms. He lifts him up and kisses his cheek, avoiding to look at her. “Who?” The kid asks, pointing at her. 

She smiles. “Just a memory.” 

Gaeul was a mother. It had been a bit more than a year that she had given birth but she still didn’t quite realize even though she had been prepared - formed - to this life as soon as she was able to understand the concept of arranged marriages of their society. She knew the story, about how a plague has killed so many of their ancestors and it always gave her the chills whenever she dared to think about it... But she also knew about the stories in books whose tales were about true love and princesses and charming prince fighting dragons to save the damsel-in-distress. But that was what it was: tales, stories. Dreams. 

She was a wife. So did say the contract she had signed and the golden ring around her finger, taking with them her dreams of finding love one day. Surely, her life was comfortable: her husband, Joonmyeon had a high place in the government despite his young age and she was working as a teacher in kindergarten. She didn’t have to complain, really. Their house was modern and full of expensive items, all offered by the government for the wedding and it didn’t lack anything. Her husband was nothing but kind with her despite that they didn’t have any romantic feelings for the other and he was actually involved in their baby’s development and education. For that she was grateful...She had heard many stories about abusive husbands and she had prayed many nights before the Contract Day that she would marry someone gentle with her. 

Sitting down on the white four places couch placed in the middle of their living room, Gaeul adjusted the baby’s position in her arms and held her close, protectively. Becoming a mother had awakened a fire in her that she did not know she had. It frightened her because those kind of feelings weren’t accepted in the society; getting mad, disagreeing with the rules, revolutions. Those never led to anything good. 

A soft sigh escaped her lips as her gaze fell to the not-so-subtle letter on the coffee table. A “friendly” reminder that she was expected to get pregnant with a second child anytime soon. It scared her; if she didn’t get pregnant in the upcoming months, God knew what they’d do to her family. Nobody came back to tell about the punishments for couples that didn’t fill the quota of four children. 

Looking away, she just wished Joonmyeon could be here. His only presence was comforting to her. 

Leave a “Honey I’m home!” in my ask and I’ll write what I thinkmarried life for our characters would be like.

I can see Joonmyeon and Gaeul having a married life rather peaceful even if she eventually learns about him being a demon; Gaeul would trust his feelings for her no matter what and maybe that could bring her in some troubles in the future? Actually she’d feel protected knowing about his situation and she would tell something like ‘I doubt he married me to kill me’ to the people who doubt his feeling for her.

He’d wake up her in the morning because she is a heavy sleeper, especially if she spent the night reading books or working on her own book (or if he tired out after making love ) and she would snuggle to his side until she is forced to leave the bed if she doesn’t want to get late to work. They get ready together but don’t leave at the same time and spend the whole day apart due to their jobs. They do text each other during the day but they can spend their day away from each other without missing the other too much. 

It’s different when they both come back from work. Gaeul is always at home earlier than Joonmyeon unless she chooses to meet with her friends or maybe spend some time with Kyungsoo? Since she knows how close Joonmyeon is close to his son. It helps that they both have the same passion for books and writing. 

When Joonmyeon comes back from work, they talk and relax in each other’s presence, stealing kisses now and then and hugging and if one of them has had a particularly bad day, they cuddle for a long time on the couch or directly in bed. I can see them having a sweet routine whenever they’re together at night. 

PLACE ONE OF THESE WORDS AND A CHARACTER/PAIRING/SERIES IN MY INBOX AND I’LL WRITE A DRABBLE ABOUT IT

Fames : Hunger, Starvation

“I’m going to die.” Gaeul bemoaned and bumped her forehead against Joonmyeon’s shoulder who, in her eyes, was the one guilty for her current condition. Although it was definitely and totally her fault and she was the only one to be blamed; her and stubborn personality actually. 

She had been stuffing her mouth with sweets when Joonmyeon had appeared out of nowhere and after he had teased her about gaining weight, they had made the stupid bet that she wouldn’t eat all through the day and just drink water so she wouldn’t just collapse. She didn’t know why he had accepted it and she didn’t even know why she suggested this but here she was, groaning and clutching at her empty, growling stomach. “This is all your fault, mister I accept stupid challenges coming from a stupid girl with stupid ideas.” She whined and it only made the male laugh some more, most likely amused by the childish behavior Gaeul was currently showcasing. 

“You didn’t even tell me what I would get if I lasted the whole day without eating.” She looked up at Joonmyeon, her eyebrows raised a little before she straightened up, pushing a few of her hair locks that had fallen in front of her eyes. 

NONSEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY (SELECT FROM THE FOLLOWING FOR MY MUSE TO RESPOND TO)…

♛: Sharing a dessert

Gaeul leans over the table and scoops a spoonful of green tea ice cream,  without hesitating bringing it to her mouth once she has stolen some whipped cream along the way. Squirming happily on her seat, she offers Joonmyeon a wide smile and reaches over to eat some more of the ice cream when he pulls the cup away which has her whining instantly pretty much like a child, jutting out her bottom lip in what she hopes is cute enough for him to give her the ice cream back. 

“Come ooooon.” She puffs her cheeks out, shooting him a glare. Joonmyeon laughs, teasing her as he continues to eat the ice cream right in front of Gaeul. “You’re so mean.” 

He laughs some more, giving a small innocent shrug that has her glaring at him. She has to admit that she enjoys being playful, it lightens up her mood and so she drops her forehead on the table, pretending to sulk. She wants her ice cream and she’ll do anything to get it back - even though they are supposed to be sharing it. 

Eventually, she feels her head being poked and Gaeul looks up, blinking slowly while he slides the cup of ice cream back towards her. She straightens up, smiling brightly, ready to eat some more of ice cream but just as she is about to plunge her spoon into the cup… he takes it back away. 

“YOU ARE UNFAIR!” 

♟: Patching up a wound

“You’re lucky that I have everything in my bathroom because I’m usually such a klutz. I told you to be careful– But of course not, you took that cup of water specifically when I told you not to because I didn’t pay attention to the pot and it was too hot– And now you got burned and oh god, are you even okay? I’m sorry, I’m totally rambling but that might be because I’m panicking and on adrenaline. Or not.” 

Gaeul pursed her lips to keep quiet and tentatively glanced over at Joonmyeon who looked more amused than anything as if his hand hadn’t been burned by the boiling water just a few minutes ago. Leading him to sit on the rim of her bathtub, she then crouched down in front of him and studied his hand carefully, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. 

She noticed that he was about to speak but she held her hand up, frowning at the male - this was more a result of her worry than her anger in all honesty; Gaeul didn’t like it when people got hurt, particularly those she was somehow close to. Joonmyeon closed his mouth and Gaeul gathered her hair over one shoulder before she started applying the ointment to the palm of his hand, slowly and carefully. She didn’t want to hurt him more than he already was.