the usual
adhxdes:
hades wasn’t sure if what he had with mijoo was friendship but he’d like to think that it was something akin, he knew for a fact that no one had reacted to her job quite like he had even when they had given the approval and appreciation for mijoo using her skills rather than pleasuring them he couldn’t vouch for their authencity or say they had been as interested as him, probably more thankful that their guilty conscience could no longer weigh on them hugely. they lay back in their serene ignorance and let mijoo get on, hades wasn’t giving mijoo anything physical and she in return had not either for him but the relationship was mutually beneficial. though he could never do what mijoo did, they worked together in their respect and intrigue, they treated each other as humans first.
he had shown appreciation for mijoo but moreso respect had always been the most important thing to hades and that was what he gave mijoo which probably meant more to her than sex or simple silence and camaraderie to let her continue on with her real important buisness. no, hades genuinely asked questions and learned off her to show that her skills and time did mean something to him. she wasn’t doing it for hades, but he was not sure mijoo would ever understand how much she helped the other in these few nights that dragged on so tirelessly but pleasurably. he was used to being underground, being cold and stiff both physically and emotionally and he was used to barely eating or treating himself with any self worth. she took hades out of that dark hole, a place which had danger of becoming his own mind and it would never be able to put into words how much it truly saved the boy from himself.
“ well there aren’t many ladies you meet who invite guys to hotels and then proceed to stare at a computer the whole time, its so sexy how unique you are, how can i resist?” he laughs brightly but he truly would never turn mijoo down, he could get his life together entirely and be married or have kids and he thinks he’d still be a partner in crime with mijoo. a sexier watson and holmes or something in the way he’d constantly be by her side when she needed someone because no one had earned that from him like mijoo had and probably never would, she recognized he was a teenager still which many could not. “i have no concept of time, its fight from morning to night” he saluted playfully but there was a slight tone of his real bitterness seeping through.
“mijoo, you have never said anything sexier or more pleasurable to me than those words.” he grinned as he shut his eyes and arched his back against the sheets, humming in bliss at the feeling as he let himself spread out on the bed and make the most of it before glancing up at the other and humming, propping himself up on his knees as he gently pulled her close and swept hair aside. “ damn usually guys are the issue in that scenario” he teased with a small smirk but expertly and gracefully slid the zip down feather lightly as his fingers danced across the back of the dress and her spine with the motion. “ its always good to change it up a little, never wanna get too comfy in something you never know what you’ll miss. it’s pretty good, the seasonal drinks aren’t as basic yet somehow still good” he mused and smiled sympathetically. “it does sound like a lot, lucky you’ve got me to chill with then cause i am a relaxation temple”
while mijoo was never much of a fan of labeling things, particularly her relationships ( labeling within people leaves too much room for confusion, too much room for miscommunication and heartbreak ), she could say that, whatever she and hades would technically classify as, he definitely ranked among the more important variables in mijoo’s life. it isn’t just a business, client-worker relationship; it goes quite a ways deeper than that. regardless of the fact that it wasn’t her initial intention going into this ( she never thought anyone would care to ask deeper questions rather than just wave her off when she mumbled about it being work, like she always did ), they’re there and it isn’t like she’s really complaining. no matter what mijoo is ready to admit to herself, she genuinely cares about and enjoys spending time around hades.
the truth is, spending time with hades is important to her. it’s something she genuinely looks forward to; she’s never not wanted to spend time with him. mijoo does this type of thing a lot ( an ode to the kind of people she hacks, she’d guess ), to say that hades isn’t always her first choice is a lie. does she have other contacts? of course! she doesn’t do anything without plans b through z, but it’s never the same. it can’t be, hades is... hades is like her partner in crime! whether he knows it or not, hacking while he’s in around makes things easier. his presence is calming, it helps, somehow. besides, she really does enjoy taking care of him. regardless of initial intentions, hades wiggled himself scary close to her heart, and she genuinely cares about the boy. even if this isn’t a daily thing, mijoo’s made it up in her mind that for every bit he lacks in taking care of himself she’s going to try to make up for. he doesn’t walk out of a hotel room without her being sure he’s rested and pampered, and tacks some extra food for him to enjoy after the night was done.
“funny, while i won’t disagree that my uniqueness, and therefore i am sexy, i don’t think ‘staring at a computer and tapping fingers off’ is on many people’s list of things that are sexy.” it’s hard not to laugh along with him; it’s nice to see him so bright when she’s gotten to see him so worn down. really, she’s always so thankful at how understanding she is. although she’s sure a night in a nice hotel isn’t something people would turn down regardless, she’s had people wave her off and call her weird before getting into a bubble bath, flute of champagne in hand ( not that it bothers her all too much, she knows damn well this whole thing is... an odd and unusual request, to say the least ). his little quip about nonstop fighting doesn’t get lost on her, and mijoo clicks her tongue in clear disapproval. you shouldn’t have to overwork yourself.
“one of these days,” she huffs, grabbing the fingers he saluted with and wagging an accusatory finger in his face, “i’m gonna knock the sense of time back into you, just you wait. don’t let my tiny stature fool you!” she lets him go to let him enjoy the bed for the moment, smiling warmly as he makes himself comfortable. mijoo doesn’t think she’s ever going to think he doesn’t deserve better than this. she lets him pull her back, tilting her chin down to keep her short hair from getting caught in the zipper. “you know me, love! i’ve always been a fan of doing things my way.” she throws a grateful but playful smile over her shoulder before wrapping an arm around herself to pin the dress in place while she gets herself one of the mind-blowingly fluffy robes the room provided. she makes an unsure whine. “i gueeeess, but they’re my regulars for a reason! they’re tasty!” the dress slides off and she gently steps out of it, slipping into the robe. mijoo picks up the dress, folding it as she walks to put it back in her bag. “first of all, it isn’t a lot! although, my perception of a lot is kind of skewed... and, excuse me! relaxation temple? my dear, sweet flower; you’ve walked in here so tense, i could’ve smashed a cinder block on your back an’ it would’ve crumbled to pieces.” she sits herself next to him on the bed, grabbing his hand in both of hers, tossing him a teasing smile, “buuut, chilling with you is pretty fun anyways.”
