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[rkcheri]

two peas in a pod ( au ),

slim digits absently combed through her dark hair, pulling the coarse tendrils into her own half-hearted rendition of a bun as she lazes from one end of her home to the other. her unmade-face finally at ease. the apartment was much quieter than usual thanks to taeho's timely exhaustion which ended with him falling asleep somewhere in their room on one of the beds that they had somehow smushed into the master. it was getting late, and as much as jihyun enjoyed the silence of their home (something that had lately come to be such a rarity), she knew that it wasn't going to be much of a delight when it became 1am, and taeho's as energetic as those battery-operated toy puppies.

a buzzing sound detours her from her trip to the bedroom. her steps becoming backtracked as she goes from the hallway and back to the main-entrance where the alert was coming from. the lcd screen paired with the phone to announce guests lit up immediately, a duo of familiar faces appearing just as jihyun picked up the phone to speak to the visitors. "hey," a soft smile curves on her lips at the sight. "come on up, i just need to wake taeho." returning the receiver to its holder, jihyun unlocks the door before disappearing back down the hall.

her ventures taking her to the bedroom where her three-year old son lay, his small form hidden beneath the dim-lighting of the room and the bound of blankets she had placed upon him earlier that evening. "taeho," a hand moves against his back, rubbing the male awake. "taeho, you have a special guest waiting for you outside." she can see the boy stirring, eyes shifting as tiny fists rise to knock into jihyun's shoulder. it was obvious that he was becoming disgruntled due to the intrusion of his slumber. "uncle rome and kanjoonie are here!" it seemed those two names did the trick because as soon as she said them, his eyes opened, a small yawn slipping from his lips as he sat up. 

[rkcheri]

baby blues ( au ),

"i may not be the perfect mother but i am a mother."

the disbelief that drew the expressions from her blanched appearance were growing thin as she stared at the papers in her hands, the obvious baby-monitor in her lap allowed the room to hear the baby happily playing in his playroom that jihyun had personally had built for the child.

"he came from me. i don't care what his father says -- he can't just fucking walk out and take him." the papers that were sent over were thrown back to the table, flying every which way as jihyun disregarded them entirely. the proposal to take her to court not at all scaring her. "if he wants to take taeho, he'll have to do it over my dead  fucking corpse." there was no way that jihyun was giving away her child to that son-of-a-bitch ex-husband of hers. the receiver on the other line's voice did nothing but irritate her, not at all helping her case as she continued to drill out the clauses and such of which pertained to their case. by now, jihyun had had enough.

she had thought that once february had come around, she would be done with that asshole but no -- here he was, several months later sending her notices about trying to take custody of her child. the child that she had spent most of their married life trying to conceive. "no, no. i don't want to talk about this right now, call me later." not finding reason upon waiting for the receiving answer, fingers pressed 'end' without a second thought, jihyun was done as done as could be at that point. the ringing in her ears kept her stationed, stable and distraught, unsure of what to do now.

the faint sounds of toddler babble float around the room from the baby monitor, the only sign of life that wasn't as frustrated and miserable as jihyun was leading on. it seemed to be the only thing that was keeping jihyun as sane as she was at that point. rounding the corner, baby monitor tucked in one hand, dark eyes watch her son from the side. his little three-year old form bounding from one part of the room to the other, his indecisiveness tearing into his want to play. just as she was about to go inside, the sound of the doorbell cuts into her movements. a ripple of motions begin, both mother and son  turn their heads in reaction to the doorbell, mirroring several expression of confusion. 

[rkcheri]

"Do you remember this?"

jihyun stares at the photo that is placed in her hands. confusion comes as an apparent second-nature revelation nowadays. the abundance of questions that revert her usually joyous face peers at the male, eyebrows thrown together in misunderstanding. “no,” she begins, she feels sorry at the way his face immediately drops at her answer. “i don’t remember this.” the photo is given back only to be replaced with another, the same question repeated only for this one to be pertaining to the photo that mirrored her face except ten years younger.

it’s hard to remember. the bandage that restrains the wound that had crowned her forehead aches but it doesn’t hurt as much as it did a few days ago. it’s sad to say her memory isn’t the same way. fingers rise to press into her temple, rubbing at the flesh that laid there before the hand dropped to rest at her thigh. the periwinkle blue blanket that covered her waist and down felt soft and stuffy. or perhaps it was just the room. or these exercises — or the man who was initiating them. it was all giving her a migraine.

“can we pick this up tomorrow? i .. i’m sorry i just can’t remember who you are.” she says, not once noting the familiar silver band that hung from his neck. 

[rkcheri]

"You owe me."

the crinkle accented her eyes, a joyous form of enrichment touching flecks of brown. the churn of auburn turning gold in the sunlight — the day had just begun. “oh, and why is that?” the bubble of joy rounds past her syllable, floating upwards as a tumble of laughter meets the extent of her smile. pink lips daring to pull the corners up higher, her fingers pulling the younger male closer by the hem of his shirt. “i don’t recall being the one who asked to meet up.”

“but it was you.” the simple response carries another laugh from the elder, a tumble of golden curls falling against his shoulder as her chin met the blade as well, fingers dawning a row that prior to that moment would never have been crossed.

“oh, really?” the innocent tone tickles each and every notion of her words — falling in line as her movements become intricate and lewd. “i don’t see you complaining though.” she hummed between chesire lips.

[rkcheri]

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song » au | i know nothing at all. i'm sorry i couldn't get to you.

her eyes took in the rainfall. it’s heavy grasp on the earth tangled between storming and the peace of rain. the pitter-patter distracting her from the slow-moving cars that zoomed up and down the street in their slow pace to get to where they’re going as safe as possible. there’s a splash here and there but nothing too dampening that it has jihyun jumping away in fright that she would be doused with the dirty puddle water. the sky was much too cloudy to not look at it – despite it’s trouble form, jihyun would it a masterpiece of clouds and oblique.

it was breathtaking.

her eyes descended from the vast array of grays to glance around her at her surroundings. brown irises bore into the area, inspecting each element until it came to a young girl with blonde hair like her own standing in the rain. the fingers that were loosely placed on the handle of her umbrella tightened, a frown fiddling on her lips at the sight. why –

the question didn’t even get to be answered because her feet were already moving towards the girl. tears from the heavens above slipped down her oblong face, accentuating the pale skin in a way that twinged blue – she must have been freezing. the other’s hand rose to stop her as jihyun went to shield the other with her umbrella but the older girl just shook her head.

if she couldn’t say anything to help the other, she might as well do something. 

[rkcheri]

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song » au | we're going down and you know that we're doomed.

“does hell exist?” jihyun heard jinah say to her one day as they lay in that bed together. legs tangled up so far that she’s sure that a cramp is ill-heard of. the blonde had never really thought about hell in such a context, she knew it existed in the bible that her faith loved to deteriorate but did she truly think that hell existed? that, she didn’t know. or could be too minded to answer. her lips meet the expanse of her neck in a way that jihyun knows others would find ‘too-close-for-comfort’, but for the younger girl, it was a place that she was learning to appreciate.

a hand runs down the other’s side in a way that jihyun can literally sense the shiver that will slip in a rush down the woman’s spine. the line between friends and lovers is blurred so often between them that even jihyun knows not to allow the doubt to enter her mind, not willingly of course. the door is closed and so are the pair of legs that her hand had descended upon. it doesn’t take long before the small worker is able to part them, there’s a gasp somewhere thrown into the mixture but jihyun is far too into her daze to mind the sounds the other is making underneath her. she knows the other may be inept in her ways, but it was fine — jihyun didn’t mind it, didn’t care for it. not when she was the one who enjoyed feeling, hearing and watching people wither.

as fingers trigger soft tissues, sounds of an angelic strumming is met and it has the blonde on top smirking as her lips move from the collar down south to crown a bulb that had risen from it’s slacked form. the room is chilled but not so much to be the reason for such an action to become of. jihyun knew. she knew, and it was that little fact that brought the bloom of satisfaction to heat in the center of her core. a dull-lit of happiness hidden in a square box in her chest that lingered further down to ignite a certain flurry of a moan past her plump lips.

it’s enticing, loving — everything that jihyun desired and she was sure jinah didn’t. “if it does, it doesn’t seem too bad.” is the whisper that finally answers the question as chests rise and fall and they’re once more staring at the boring ceiling before them, legs thrown over one another as body parts mesh in a way that elicit desire and comfort. “hell’s become quite a home to me, actually.”