#sunbaebes

A/N: Thank you everyone who has stuck around and seen this story to its close. I know it has taken a long time but I’m glad we are finally able to finish this together. Enjoy.

( 1 year later)

Shutting windows and screen doors, you wrap your sweater tightly around yourself. The leaves had just begun to change colors as the first icy chill of autumn crept in during the evenings.

A teapot in the kitchen screams for you attention, and with freezing limbs you shuffle into the kitchen, eager to warm yourself with a promising pot of camomile. Your mind drifts to the week before, body warmed and lazy from the sun and a sigh escapes in mourning for summer. On the counter, you’d let two packs of meat thaw but you still hadn’t come to a decision; beef or chicken?

You shrug and go with the later. Setting up your newest playlist on your phone you begin to hum along to the voice crooning from the speakers as your body moves slowly to the rhythm. You’re just beginning to slice up peppers as a crashing noise comes from the front door.

“Hello?”

No reply. You call out again, peeking your head out to look down the hall. You clench the vegetable knife until your knuckles go white, holding it out in front of you as your brave it down the hall. Looking through the windows, there isn’t a soul outside, and in the stillness, there isn’t even the sound of footsteps, only the vague sound of your music, just a whisper in the kitchen.

You let out a breath, muttering to yourself as you make your way slowly back to the kitchen, the knife lazily held at your side.

It isn’t until you’re in the mouth of the kitchen that you see a man in all black with black  hair sitting at your counter, shoulders slouched as he chops up an onion and moves to throw it into a waiting pan on the stove.

There is a tattoo of an angel on the back of his neck, its wings caressing the sides and wrapping around just slightly where you know the tips end right before neck becomes throat.

He turns towards you, his cat-like eyes turning up into a devilish smile spreading across his face.

“You scared me!” you exclaim, letting a laugh trickle between your lips as you walk back to where you were preparing the chicken.

Ji yong walks closer, his smile easy and his steps light, a king in his kitchen. It doesn’t escape your notice that there is a bruise darkening on his jaw or bits of blood on his throat and freckled on the side of his face where he forgot to clean in his haste.

The banging must have come from him rushing up the stairs, cleaning the gore off his body so you could both pretend that it wasn’t his job to kill and maim.

You wet a rag and let yourself be pulled into his embrace, dabbing softly until his face was completely clear of blood.

Ji yong’s hands traveling adoringly down your sides, resting on your hips that have rounded and expanded over the summer, your belly swelling with your ever-growing (and kicking) little boy.

Ji yong leaves the butterfly of a kiss on your temple, traveling down to adorn one on both your cheeks, and then slipping down to your throat as you begin to giggle.

“Not now, not in the middle of making dinner.”

“The doctor says that you should be staying off your feet.” Ji yong mumbles, his hands sinking lower to cup your behind. “I assume that means that I should keep you in our bed.”

“Keeping ourselves in that bed is what got us into this exact predicament,” you remind him with a rueful smile, returning his kisses with a happy sigh.

Ji yong carefully directed your body against the wall his hands roaming from your backside to your front, fingers squeezing and petting at your thighs.

“How can you be sure it was from being in bed?” his voice had become throaty now, his fingers gliding easily inside your stretching pants, “it could have been the bed, or the couch, or the shower..” his voice faded off with each kiss to your lips until he was tired of speaking, using his tongue instead to seduce your mouth.

As Jiyong kissed you into the next room, articles of clothing falling to the floor… you felt that times like these made it easy to forget about all the things that happened between the two of you. His hands so carefully handling your body as you positioned yourself over him, entering you slowly and watching your face for any sign of discomfort or pain. Yes, it was hard to believe someone with such caressing fingers and loving gaze also showed you a world darkened by violence and terror.

But, there must have been some darkness in you as well, because despite the tears and blood this man had put you through, despite the demons he carried on his back, you loved him.

Your love was crooked, bent and curving away from conventional, but powerful nonetheless. Your heart swelled as your pace quickened over your lover's body, his teeth nipping at every inch of flesh, whispering about how he’d fill you up, how the two of you would make another son, and maybe a daughter too.

“I love you,” he said when the both of you had finished, your body’s sweating and tired on the couch, his smile devilishly crooked.