a really long, but categorized, ask memestatus: selective / for: @skylisms

Cleaning out his inbox filled with messages, Jun waits in the dressing room for Haneul to finish. She has tried on several dresses for a birthday party tomorrow night and all of them suit her — in Jun’s opinion. Not that Jun’s eye for fashion dulls, she to him simply looks drop dead amazing in all of them. The woman that works the dressing room has brought her a selection of some of the most insane cuts, presumably hoping to find one that actually doesn’t flatter Haneul, but fails instantaneously. Jun says nothing but compliments as he stifles the words Does it matter? You look best in my shirts anyway.

As far as the party goes, Jun is ordered to escort her, whether or not he planned to go. Having worked with her father for a few years, one of which in London, he grew close to the family. He is aware of her family’s political background and knows that if something were to happen, it would take place at a reunion such as a birthday or a wedding.

the morning after sentence startersstatus: accepting / for: @skylisms

For all intents and purposes, Jun is sleeping. Minus his hand moving up and down Haneul’s bare back, gliding the tips of his fingers along her skin almost rhythmically. It’s a lulling motion that sets his mind at ease. There is a stillness to the room that simply calms him in ways that spraying Chakra or meditating does absolutely nothing. He can hear the soft purring sound coming from her plush lips followed by a slight stirring as she, too, is still asleep. Haneul lies on top of him, the both of them wearing nothing but Jun’s sheets and each other’s scent. She smells like vanilla and he smells like lavender. He doesn’t want to wake up.

A short burst of vibration from the bedside table warns him that he has an incoming call and avoiding it would blare an alarming melody into the room. Jun tightly squeezes his eyes shut (now he’s clearly awake.) He blindly searches for his phone on the stand and grabs it and answers it as it projects a highly irritating ring. He clears his throat and it does no good as his voice still comes out low and tired. “Good morning, Commissioner.”

UNNIE.