hidden maiden dr
♬ ; pushing down and praying by Lizzy McAlpine
━╋ unsatisfied.
“ He gives what he can but now I don't know what he's given for. “
Ho-seok likes her. Keiko, now so called Chikako, didn't hate Ho-seok for who he was. He was a good man, a respectable alpha, a good provider and a devoted lover, but he wasn't what she needed. He wasn't the soft touches, the warm embrace, the gentle care and easy talks. He wasn't the past, distant and unchanging. He wasn't the present, unpredictable and hard. And wasn't the future, unknowing and confusing. He was just a man, with a pack to care for and a wife who barely looked him in the eyes, because he could be many things, but never what she needed. Never the affection, never the answers and finally, never an omega. And she didn't hate him for this, but because she doesn't know what to do with him when she has to leave.
━╋ the lovers
“ softer, harder, in-between. You know just how to get what I mean. ”
Katsuko was all she wanted. Keiko felt drawn to her like an insect for light. Everything she did, every single laugh and even the slightest breaths was enough for Keiko to fall in love a little more, staring with bright eyes at every movement of her shadow. Sometimes, the woman wished she didn't need to look away when Katsuko gazed into the distance, or hide the urge to kiss the soft and pouty lips of hers. She mourns the relationship they could have had if they had stayed in Japan, but deep down, she desires the whole pack could be there too, away from the pain and suffering.
━╋ home.
“ He's stable, you're deep. ”
The pack was incredible; they were everything anyone could wish for. They were caring, patient, hard working and respectful. An ordinary korean omega would look at them and envy where the two of them were now, and they should feel proud, but they weren't korean. Their hearts sang for a country that no longer belonged to them, a country they mourned everyday of their life, one where their families anxiously awaited for answers and letters that never arrived. They longed for the freedom to be themselves and love whomever they wanted, the security of going out and returning safely, the smell of the afternoon air, and the sweets their grandmas hid in their pockets. The pack was stable, and slowly transforming into something more, something bigger; but they could never be the depths of their relationship and lost memories, they could never see the hidden kiss and shared pain, they could never mourn a country that was never theirs and a love that strives to be greater but is afraid to be wider.
hello! it's me again after so much time!!!!!! today i got inspired and wrote for the first time in months, and my dear friend ( @viedetails ) inspired me to post it! I promise someday I will do introductions. Hope yall like, byeee..