#here YOU GO V I #my husBanD Stop SYING HE DEAD @hanbamjvng show him the receipts, to be honest.
❝I want to see him standing in front of me. In the flesh. In person. In front of me. With skin. And, like, bones. Breathing. Oxygen. Being alive. NOT DEAD.❞
Checks herself in the mirror while the other is tying her hair. “Daddy, do it properly! I need to look pretty!” Makes a face, carefully checking every move of the male.
“The pigtail buns... Like the girls from the tv.” She says quietly, brushing her doll’s hair as she had her hair brushed. “I don’t wanna match Jinri anymore...”
★ Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.
She crouches down in front of him, pushing the plate with aluminium foil covered corn in it. “A barbecue is not a barbecue without corn.” She smiles softly. “I roasted them myself while you were busy with the meat, I hope it tastes good.”
“I’m not fooling anyone.” He crosses his arms, “I’m just saying that you’ve changed and I’m worried about you.” He purses his lips together and walks up to him, wrapping his arms around his neck, “Please… Is there something bothering you? We’re married and I think we should tell each other everything…”
“Yah!” He snorts, softly poking his fingers on the male’s chest before hugging his waist. “I’ve always been this grumpy, you know? You’re always saying this, too. So no news so far.” Chuckles, shaking his head. “I’m fine, I swear. The very same grumpy ahjussi from always.”
He was welcoming guests in. Already in his suit, his hands were sweating as the time to see Woojin walking down the aisle was arriving. But for now he was focused on smiling to the guests: Woojin’s relatives, business partners and people he have never seen before but surely Mr. Nam knew and that’s why they were attending his wedding.
Until an unexpected familiar face came in to greet him.
Hands still sweating, Myungso walks down the aisle, smiling at everyone, and positioning himself at the front, waiting for start of the cerimony.
His best man congratulates him, one more time, fixing his bowtie and joking about that being the last chance for him to scape. And even though Myungsoo chuckled at his friend, inside he was freaking out. And what if Woojin was the one to run away? And what if she didn’t want to marry him anymore? He was aware their relationship became cold after the accident. He was also aware of how much Woojin tried to secure and support the whole family by herself, even though she as the most broken.
With the wedding, though, Myungsoo tried to clear his mind, allowing their family a brand new start, and his only wish that moment was their happiness.
All his worries and thoughts vanished away the moment his eyes laid on his two eldest sons, bringing the rings to him. He accepts them with a smile, heart racing as Jiyool and Jihoon enter next, knowing Woojin would come right after them.
And it was as the world had stopped for a second, the moment he saw Wojin. They said brides are the most beautiful creatures in the world. And Myungsoo didn’t know about other brides, but his bride, Woojin, was the prettiest in his eyes. She has never looked so stunning -and he always thought there was no way she could get any prettier-, and as she approached him, his heart felt like bursting out of his chest. There were no words to describe that feeling, at that moment.
When her father offered her hand to him, Myungsoo held it, bowing at the older male and taking a fraction of second to appreciate her beauty before getting caught on her worried question “You’re more than perfect.” He mouths to her, smiling right after and, still holding her hand, gently guiding her towards the priest.
Now, side by side, both facing the priest, as he asks the church to sit down. By the corner of his eyes, Myungsoo was still stunned by his bride, barely paying attention to the priest’s words of matrimony under God’s eyes and bless.
He squeezes her hand lightly, not daring to let go but, instead, lacing their fingers together.
“ are you gonna kiss me or not? ”
“ how many have you kissed? ”
“ i really want to kiss you right now. ”
“ i think we should kiss right now. ”
“ i don’t kiss and tell. ”
“ do you wanna kiss me? ”
“ am i a good kisser? ”
“ do i think i kiss okay? ”
“ i’ve always wanted to kiss you. ”
“ so i can kiss you anytime i want. ”
“ i’ve never kissed anyone before. ”
“ please, tell me you’ve done this before. ”
“ it we just a kiss, not like it meant anything? ”
“ did you kiss me with your tongue? ”
“ you are a really good kisser. ”
“ i want to be my first and last kiss. ”
“ just walk up to him/her and kiss him/her, it’s not hard. ”
“ are you trying to lean in and kiss me right now. ”
“ do not even try and kiss me right now. ”
“ not even a kiss could shut me up. ”
“ no kiss goodbye? ” “ you always kiss me goodbye, why? ”
“ i dream about kissing your lips. ”
“ i’ve kissed before, just not like this. ”
“ i don’t know how to kiss, could you teach me? ”
“ i don’t wanna miss this kiss. ”
“ let’s just kiss and get it over with already. ”
“ first kisses are always so awkward, unless the other person is experienced. ”
It’s been almost three years since they were engaged, they had to postpone their wedding for almost two years as the triplets were born. Since they’re now older, it was possible to have the wedding. However, in the back of her head, she wasn’t sure if it was best to go with the wedding as there was a tragic accident that happened almost a month ago. All of a sudden, she felt like she wasn’t ready to get married to the man of her dreams.
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He was welcoming guests in. Already in his suit, his hands were sweating as the time to see Woojin walking down the aisle was arriving. But for now he was focused on smiling to the guests: Woojin’s relatives, business partners and people he have never seen before but surely Mr. Nam knew and that’s why they were attending his wedding.
Until an unexpected familiar face came in to greet him.
“Mother!?” He couldn’t hide his surprise. He hasn’t seen his own mother for six years, nor heard about her. Woojin asked to invite her, and she probably did, but he wasn’t expecting the older woman to actually show up. But she did. Followed by his brother and his grandmother.
Myungsoo wasn’t sure on how to react, but he was lucky enough it was just a formal brief greeting, so he didn’t have much time to talk to her, just to hear an ‘I’m proud of you’ before she moved into the church. And this only made him even more nervous.
After greeting the last guest, he finally has his chance to see his kids, who were ready to go into the aisle, what meant Woojin was about to go down.
“Jiyool, you’re so pretty...” He smiles, crouching down to check on her beautiful dress, the girl happily showing him the basket of flower petals. “You’re going to make the aisle pretty for mommy, hn?” He smiles, checking the boys, their ties and hair. “Hey, mommy is about to go down so I need to go to my place. I love you, my babies.”
With a nervous smile, he pecks his children’s forehead an walks to his place at the front, to wait for his bride.
once upon a time she would hide under the covers, edges wrapped around her shoulders, her deep-set eyes striking even against the golden light which weakly seeps through her covers as she watched him carefully while he moved across the room. as if he was a predator & she would never know when she would have to dash, legs moving nimbly like they did across the forest path when he first met her.
It wasn’t like he was busy. He would never be. Being called for an acting job was rare, and his roles wouldn’t be big, nor would he spend too much time on the set. So the young male would spend his days at the hotel, solving problems, being the manager his parents expected him to be.
And it was torturing him.
Working at a place that kept him only few floors away from the girl was his personal nightmare. He felt so close to her, the urge of just storming into her room and spend the whole afternoon by her side wouldn’t leave him alone. But he couldn’t do it, he had to keep his cover, he had to pretend he had a life, he didn’t want to push her, to make her feel pressured. Worse: if she were to discover his real self maybe it would bring the girl apart. Afterall, who would trust a boy that has everything? ‘He would surely have second intentions’, that’s what people say.
So he kept his silence, hoping one day she would inquire him or maybe the oportunity to open up his chest to her would somehow happen. And until then, the young man would count the seconds until the next meal, so he had an excuse to see her.
And it was finally lunch time, at that sunny ordinary day. After dropping by the convenience store, he made his way to her room, hands carrying bags containing their lunch, his backpack hiding his new gift to her.
“Nam Beri~” He happily sings her name as he makes his way into the hotel room, quickly moving to the small kitchen that it had, busying himself with their meal.
Her question reaches his ears after a minute, making him smile. “Guess what? It’s gonna be fancy today.” He seemed proud of himself, putting the instant noodles in the boiling water, and starting to add the toppings he personally chose for today’s menu. “I made sure to even bring kimchi, look.”
Mark leaves the noodles cooking and happily makes his way to the table, placing two cans of caned kimchi in front of her. “Fancy, right?” He brightens a smile, somehow proud of himself. And once he moved back to the cooking, he kept his casual chit chat. “I’m even adding cheese in the ramen! And oh, by the way. Check the bags, I brought berries for my Beri.” He smiles to himself, but not daring to turn around so the girl wouldn’t catch a glimpse of his foolish smile. “It’s your dessert.”
Once finished, he moves to sit on the couch with her, two bowls of his freshly made instant noodles in his hands. “Eat well!” He declares, already stuffing his mouth with the food.
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