#tsanho

“how have i never done this before!” a whispered yell echoes into sungho’s ears, your sweet voice glimmering as you swipe yet another lipstick on his hand. there are way too many colors all over his skin, and at some point, you simply decided that instead of trying out what you want for yourself, you couldn’t resist painting him like your very own canvas.

in the few minutes you both have been perusing the makeup section of the store he drove you both to, as per your request (something about not having the right shade of concealer and running out of your favorite lip gloss?), your boyfriend has simply let you do as you please. he can’t deny you, especially not after allowing you to do it in the first place, but... he sort of regrets it now.

“ah… there’s no more space here,” you pout, putting down his hand that you both have been watching get makeup put upon. but before you could bring up the other, sungho’s resistance shone through.

“isn’t one enough… how am i gonna take it all off baby?”

at that, your lips pucker tighter, brows sewing together in defiance as you turn around, leaving him standing in his spot. a quick second after the words leave his mouth, he realizes he can’t take it back anymore as he follows you. it’s a busy store, and you both can barely talk because the only sounds that can be heard are the clatter of the plastics and glass—as if it was some sort of cosmetic library.

"i'm sor—" sungho has to swerve past an incoming cart before he could finish the sentence, trying his hardest to keep up behind you. it's not tough to find you, but man you walk fast when you're upset (you're not). he should've known that when he said what he did, even if he didn't mean it that way.

another couple steps closer to you, and right as he's about to apologize, you turn the other way to the hair section, not particularly interested in anything as your eyes scan the colorful bottles of hair spray up and down. he's practically running after you, holding onto the basket, careful not to bump it into any of the shelves he passes by during his pursuit.

you're waiting, letting him catch up behind you, before continuing to some other part of the store. it's not very big, dedicated to providing all sorts of beauty products that could ever be needed. so from hair, you go over to perfumes, at the very opposite side.

and sungho? he's still behind you. several pairs of eyes stare at him as he gets the employees and even other fellow customers to get annoyed by his incessant walk. it's obvious why to him among the gossiping chatter at a volume 1-2 (on a scale of 10; that's how he decided to categorize it right at this very moment)—"of course he would've said something to annoy her", "this isn't a gym to practice running in", "is he in his right mind?"—but sungho couldn't care less what others thought. his mind is on you.

after getting closer again, your boyfriend shouts (well, as loud as he could given the environment... maybe a volume level of 4?), "y/n!" you innocently turn around eyeing at him, keeping that same expression you had on when you started this cat-and-mouse chase. it turned funny for you by the time you decided to go to the hair section, but you couldn't show it right now.

"finally," sungho puts the basket down and traps you between his arms and the shelves lined with full size bottles of floral scents. startled, your eyes widen as you look at him, and from your peripheral, an employee making her way to you.

(at a volume 2) "i'm sorry, ok? i didn't mean that. you have full permission to use my hands and arms, and my shoulders and neck and body and every and any part of me as you wish, hm? i'll stay painted in your colors forever if that's what you want. so please, accept my apology?"

while biting your lower lip to stop yourself from smiling, you couldn't help but feel the butterflies dance within your body. you push him away slightly so you could get out of his grasp, not saying a word and taking his blank hand in yours. leading the way back to where the makeup was, you both escape from the one lady who was just about to break you both away.

and instead of telling him a yes or no, you grab the closest tester blush and drew a heart right below a knuckle in the hand you held.

and that smile was no different as the small bell rang today, signaling the entrance of you as a new customer. but the boy you were hoping to see it from wasn’t the one manning the counter. it was his best friend, taesan, instead. his bright red dye stood out amongst the number of rather pastel colored goods behind him, the only thing to compare it to being the big vase of roses a couple feet away, on top of the glass shelves of the cookie counter.

as you headed over there to take your pick, you watched as the boy left to go to the back, his swagger of a walk rather calm, yet his face looking a bit worried.

and worried he was. taesan didn’t want you to leave the store before he got to jaehyun, quickly telling him to go to the front instead, that he’ll carry on with baking the rest of the batch of whatever he is in the middle of whipping up.

“why though? it’s not my turn to the front yet. and are you seeing me? i’m covered—” jaehyun pointed up and down, his apron covered with chocolate splatters while his shoes were turned white from spilled flour, “—from head to toe.”

“i wouldn’t be telling you to go to the front if i didn’t have a good reason. just trust me and go bro.”

trusting his friend, jaehyun walked out with a confused look. he didn't see why he was told to come to the register, but when you popped up in line, it all made sense to him.

his cheeks would've gone pink with a light blush, having seen you of all people, in his store. but the white flour covering it made him look rather cute instead. you reached over the counter to touch his cheek, thumb coming up to wipe a bit of the dust from him unexpectedly. and the now revealed light blush turned a deeper shade of red as his eyes widened, his stance frozen.

and your smile? the last thing he would want to see before his heart jumped out of his chest, willing to grab it just to give it whole to you.

"jaehyun, can i get half a dozen of the cookies? please?"

a slow set of blinks, followed by a couple head nods, had the boy reaching out for the sweet treats you pointed towards. still in shock, yet luckily through muscle memory, he quickly checked you out, watching as you left the store, turning back to look at him once again, flashing your warm smile at him as he unintentionally ignored the next customer in line.

"taesan. do you understand? she came to the store, touched my face, smiled at me, and before leaving, turned to smile at me again? like do you get it?"

the redhead sat at the corner seat, a dim light shining across both their faces, as he watched the excited boy ramble on and on about the simple interactions he had with you. he couldn't tell him to stop repeating himself, because jaehyun would just apologize before bringing it up anyways. why would be even bother?

"ok, but why do you like her? you're going so crazy over her for doing such simple things, yet you've liked her for so long already. is there any... particular reason?"

“i just like everything about her. i can't just pick one thing. it's just because. it's 'cause... it's her, you know.”

as he watched him lay on his crossed arms on top of the table, taesan just looked at the lovestruck expression on jaehyun's face, happy for his friend nonetheless.

"well, did you offer to pay for her order today?"

"ahh... no... i was totally frozen... i should've right?"

"it's ok jae. next time, pay for her, and type up a cute note on the receipt before you print it. she'll love it, trust me."

"ok, i will." jaehyun nodded as he thought about seeing you look out your window once again the next day, planning to grab a couple roses from the vase in store before he heads back home for the night.

he'd been working on it for weeks, finding ways to spend more time with you in the time. for starters, he'd gotten your cafe order memorized from seeing you at jaehyun’s workplace while he visits, the barista helping him with learning how to make it (though he messed up a few too many times—jaehyun just told him to leave it to him by the 5th try, to simply focus on doing what he's better at (aka music making)). he also knows what flowers you like now, sungho stepping up to help him with making a bouquet for the special day. also, his attempts at "coincidentally" bumping into you at the dog park as he watched you play with your little pomeranian are too obviously planned as he awkwardly walked riwoo's puppy every time, always unsure about how to take care of the little creatures.

both taesan and leehan help him too, doing so by working on the most important parts of executing the lovesick boy's plan. all 3 of them work together as woonhak's vision of what should be a song worthy of you comes to life through several days of songwriting and producing. and the poster? he wasn't sure just how much you'd like it, but he loves what his taesan hyung made for the day!

the day finally comes with the boy standing outside your house, the sun glaring into your window as you hear a faint tune to woonhak's voice playing outside. you blink through the glass as you focus your eyes on him, sunglasses adorning his face as he held up a poster reading ‘BE MINE?’ with... questionable strokes. but the bouquet that was on top of the radio player looked too beautiful, wrapped in a white? light blue? wrapping paper, a huge bright blue ribbon keeping the flowers together.

you could almost laugh at woonhak's commitment to preparation, simply in awe of how he always managed to show his charming boyish side that initially made you also fall for him. opening the window, you heard the words of the song more clearly: mm mm my playlist now, are you free on friday?

"YES!" you yell back, answering both the questions at once, though he just assumed it was in response to what he held, the main question he had.

"REALLY?" he yelled back, a bit shocked but also glad that he wasn't wrong about the signals you sent to him through the several hangouts before this very day. you nod as you keep watch, your head falling back in laughter as he ran around the road, screaming in joy as he barely held onto the poster paper.

and well, the neighbors... they may complain about his lack of awareness of his surroundings, but who cares about that when he finally got you, right?

one cute movie of your choice, and at the very of it, you were squealing into his arms.

taesan still doesn't really get some of it. most of his qualms are with the fact that you find mr. darcy to be so very charming, his yearning need for elizabeth making him a 'better man, worthy of her.'

well, he gets it. he just doesn't want to admit he's jealous.

it's been well over an hour, you both cuddling into the night. you cannot stop talking about it, and usually at the end of your movie nights, he loves that you like to discuss what you both watched so in depth. but he's jealous! and he doesn't like that you can't stop talking about a mr. darcy when your mr. darcy has you in his arms at the very moment. he really couldn't take it anymore, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

"y/n," he calls out to you, making you pause mid thought. you were still gushing, all of your scene analyses ending with the very last one of the movie being replayed over and over in your head.

he used that to his advantage, reading your mind. clearing his throat, you both shifted your positions to be facing each other.

"how are you this evening, my dear?"

you gasped, understanding where he was going with this. so you followed him, clearing your own throat and licking your lips to form a grin before continuing, "very well... although I wish you would not call me 'my dear.'" (truth be told, it's one of your favorite things he calls you by, but for the sake of the scene? so be it.)

"why?"

"because it's what my... da—father always calls my mom—i mean mother—when he's cross about something," you try to remember the lines, blinking at him right after.

he let out a short and breathy laugh, finding your slip of tongue adorable. "what am i allowed to call you then?"

"let me think... 'y/nnie' for every day, 'my pearl' for sundays, and... 'goddess divine'," you playfully articulated the last one, "but only on very special occasions."

"and... what should i call you when i'm cross? mrs. han?"

hearing him call you that made you feel something you've never felt before. the idea of marrying him and taking his last name wasn't something you'd ever really put out into the open air, simply opting to fantasize about it one in a while. you suddenly understood, on a much deeper level, what elizabeth must've felt hearing mr. darcy say so.

"no. you may only call me... 'mrs. han'... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy." your voice grew fainter with each word you said, unknowingly letting out a breath you had no idea you'd kept in you for so long.

taesan simply listened, his hand bringing up your own to his lips, kissing the back of them. "then how are you this evening... mrs. han?"

it really did feel like your lungs were getting both sucked out of air while also getting supplied with it by his voice and presence at the very same time. his lips touched your skin so softly, and your chest rose with each kiss and utter of the term so fondly.

"mrs. han," he kissed your forehead.

"mrs. han," he kissed your right cheek.

"mrs. han," he kissed your nose.

"mrs. han," he kissed your left cheek.

"mrs. han," he kissed you.

what taesan was doing out of jealousy instead became what he dreams of having with you one day: a real title, as your real spouse.