heart sleeves, ( jungeun x changkyun )
( outgoing . . . @cvrncge )
the world tips beneath jungeun’s feet and for a minute she thinks it will simply slip out beneath her.
“what?” her english thick, “how?”
“we’ve found errors in your visa status and you will need to leave the country until the visa is cleared.”
the agent is kind but jungeun is not. jungeun has a life here, a world that has been built under her feet like blocks. around her walls, and there she stands. centered and gleaming.
they cannot take that from her.
she’s desperate. fingers reaching and falling so close, so short. she can’t help it, can’t help the words that spill from her mouth and forward.
“you can’t deport me, i’m getting married.”
the agent is surprised, almost as much as she is by her own words. but they believe it. schedule her and her partner for an interview. by the end of the call she is reeling, feet stammering beneath her.
but she has a plan. oh she has a plan and it is insane and wrong but she is not giving this up.
“send in changkyun.”
she phones him in and when he enters she gives him no time to ask what brings him forth. she simply crosses her arms and glowers.
“you’re going to marry me, alright?”