rvpture:
— 한재 : Today’s a good day and nothing should get in the way to sabotage it. Not even her and how she’s ragingly attacking him with questions. As if he’s held hostage for interrogation–merely over of his lengthy absence. Normally, Hanjae would spare her no explanation regarding his absence–may it be days, weeks, or even months, he just doesn’t bother, and they often lead to fights. But something is very unorthodox this morning considering how he’s still taking this surprisingly well. Perhaps due to the weather? He’s always loved winter or has he gobbled chocolate treats more than he’s supposed to during his flight? None of those superstitions. He’s just in a good mood. Rare, he knows, but maybe he’s feeling even an ounce of guilt for his unexpected departure. But that doesn’t mean his impolite mouth is leaving the picture. Only droning at her as she practically yaps. “Let me quote Rihanna from one of her famous songs: work, work, work.” there goes Hanjae being unusually chipper. “Just work, work, work. Nothing more, nothing less.” What a liar. “I got you flowers and a bunch of other souvenirs.” Still grasping onto the bouquet behind him, he finally flashes the item before them. That charming smile of his on display as if that would save his ass from her wrath.
He’s as calm as an ocean breeze in a summer evening and she’s a tornado, ready to absorb with furious waves; it makes her seethe, how he is treating it so indifferently, her feelings invalided and completely tossed out the window.Normally, they would argue for a good while, then come to a civil compromise and carry on with individual business; they were far from a domestic couple,never was, never will be. A distant thought that saddened her on rainy days,when she’d savor a cup of hot chocolate by the window, while listening to the sound of pouring droplets. She almost wants him to snarl back, revert to his usually short tempered attitude for it raised questions and doubt regarding his absence.
“And you couldn’t have found the time to text a simple ‘See you next week, month’?”Oh no, Chahee is not having it today. She’s using her fingers to list off everything wrong with this situation, her expression contorted between displeasure and a hint of disappointment and…a pause. She’s grasping at the bouquet and holding it under her nose, admiring the aroma because he always had good tastes and knew what to pick for her, working as a remedy towards her decreased mood. She ends up sighing, her gaze fixed on his, calmer than before,mumbling against a petal. “Sometimes,all I need to know is that you’re okay.”
