Song Ah really had the guts to declare her love for Joon Young. Much respect for my introverted and underestimated queen. I'm with her till the end of the line.
Author's note: I don't want to let this show go yet so I'll be writing fics of moments I wish we had seen on the show🥺🥰 this one is just fluffiness but I have dirty thoughts planned too. I don’t know why but I really wanted to involve her family and make them not so awful haha, this might become a little series of just sweet moments between the babies. I want to do a jealous SA fic because I like the idea of her finally claiming her man instead of backing off like she usually does. But life is hitting me hard right now so no clue when that will happen. Hope you enjoy this one I had fun writing it!
The keys jiggle as she pries open the door, grocery bags nearly tumbling from her grip as she wrestles with the cumbersome door, finally stumbling in and clutching the wall for support. He's supposed to come back tomorrow and she wants to tidy up and make sure he comes home to a fully stocked home, he'd been adamant on the phone that this wasn't necessary but she'd already made up her mind.
She was doing it because she wanted to, loving him made her eager to make his life easier any way she possibly could, his smile was the best reward of all.
Slipping into her house slippers with floppy bunny ears- a gift from Joon-young, he'd jokingly called her his bunny whilst slipping the pink slippers on her feet. She'd been too flabbergasted to respond but every time she came over now she happily put on her slippers, treasuring every thing he gave her.
Especially his heart.
With a sigh she begins to clean, dusting the nearly dustless tables and fixing the slightly crooked throw pillows on the couch.
"He's so clean." She whispers aloud annoyed, finding that her efforts to clean are mostly unnecessary as Joon young hardly leaves a mess.
Moving on to the kitchen she begins to stock the cabinets, taking out noodles and instant tteokbokki- not spicy because her pianist can't handle his spices, she puts the fruits in a bowl on the table and stores meats and frozen veggies in the freezer.
After she's done the kitchen no longer looks so desolate, and she smiles proudly wiping down the countertop before lighting a scented candle she purchased the other day.
It was the same scent as her favorite lotion, sweet Japanese plum, every time he would wrap her in his arms he would burrow into her neck taking deep breaths before sighing and whispering that she smelt amazing. She'd bought this candle thinking he could also enjoy her scent, even when she couldn't be here.
Her work is done, but she hesitates to leave instead sitting on the couch, remembering the last time they'd been here together watching a movie, at least she'd been trying to watch the movie.
Her boyfriend, however had different plans. Shifting on the couch until they were firmly side by side, before plucking her hand and encompassing it with his larger palms. Soon after he started stroking her skin with his smooth thumb, dragging across her creamy skin. She'd only hummed as she continued to watch the movie, trying her hardest to stay focused.
"Song ah ssi." His deep voice rumbled as he called out her name, head almost on her shoulder now as he purred into her ears.
Turning to face him finally, she met his warm eyes glowing in the dark, peering into her face with promise.
"Yes, Joon young ssi?" She answered, his smile distracting as she barely contained her desire to taste it.
"Aren't you going to miss me when I'm gone?" He suddenly asked, bottom lip jutting out into a perfect pout.
She knew that he already knew the answer to that obvious question, every time he left she was a bit of a mess mopping until he called and sighing forlornly after their conversations ended. She couldn't help it she wanted him around all the time.
So his line of questioning does nothing but confuse her.
She merely tilted her head and looked at him, trying to uncover what he was really trying to insinuate.
He broke under her gaze, chuckling as his bangs flopped across his forehead.
Then he begun to tug on her hand that was still captured, softly then harder until she tumbled into his chest with a soft "oof".
"You were giving the movie all your attention."
Looking at him from under her lashes she couldn't help the indulgent grin that formed, "And just like that you got jealous?" She teased reaching up to playful jostle his hair, giggling as he eagerly pressed his head into her hand.
When he acted needy like this it made her heart pound, knowing she was the only one who was allowed to see this version of the usually stoic pianist.
Suddenly he begun to lean back, bringing her with him her hair fell around them in a dark curtain.
She moved to lay more comfortably on him before his hands on her hips stopped her movement. He looked at her intensely, his thoughts all but flashing on his face.
A blush blazing across her cheeks, not immune to his charm despite their established relationship.
"Come here."
She leaned down to meet him before the words had fully left his lips, sighing as he opened underneath her, his soft mouth slowly engulfing hers his tongue not far ahead, licking into her mouth swallowing the little moans and sighs that escaped from her throat.
His hands sunk into her hair, gently tugging her head as he moved her deeper into their wet dance, leaving her breathless.
She jolted as his hand swiped up her back, clutching at her shoulder and pressing her deeper into his hard chest, thoughtlessly she grinded down into him chasing the sensation that was shooting through her veins.
He broke their kiss at her bold move, meeting her with wild eyes as he panted harsh breaths landing on her face.
It was impossible to ignore the rigid line that poked into her heated skin.
His arousal was also evident in his fingers that were wringing at her loose sweater, and his hungry eyes that were captivated by her lips.
Shyly looking back at him, she bit her own lips before grinding again, harder this time throwing her head back at the jolt of pleasure the move caused.
"Joon young ssi."
Groaning he met her slow grinds, moving his hips while grabbing her neck and pulling her back into a kiss- frenzied and heated this time. Gradually increasing their pace until she was so wet her panties were shifting uncomfortably across her lips.
Opening her legs to hug his hips, she impaled herself firmly on his burgeoning erection whining when his plump head stabbed at her sensitive bud through all the layers separating them.
Running his fingers up her smooth legs, he lifted her skirt making his way to her soaked panties, lithe fingers stroking at her through the wetness before dragging the material out of the way and without hesitation he sunk into her, deep.
They'd ended up tangled on the couch, him licking her until she screamed herself hoarse as he watched with delighted eyes before gently throwing her over the arm of the couch and sinking deep into her with a grunt.
She shakes herself from the memory, primly pressing her legs together, cheeks heated in embarrassment and arousal.
"What are you doing? This isn't why you came here."
Her phone vibrations offer a welcome distraction as she searches her bag for the device, lifting it and squeaking when his name flashes on the screen.
Drawing in a deep calming breath she accepts the call.
"Hello."
"I miss you." She softens at his immediate exclamation, drawing her legs up under her on the couch.
"I miss you too." She answers honestly.
"Where are you right now?" He sounds vaguely out of breath, and she wonders what he's doing.
"I'm in your apartment, I came over to clean up and bring groceries."
He sighs fondly over the line, "I told you that you didn't have to do that." But despite his words she can hear how happy he is, loving all the attention.
"I wanted to. " She answers easily, leaning her head back onto the cushion.
Then the doorbell rings, caught off guard she jumps at the mechanical chime.
"Joon young ssi, are you expecting anyone or a package?"
He pauses before answering, humming thoughtfully.
"No. Unless Chris sent something, I'm not expecting anything."
"Do you want me to check what it is?" She asks not sure if he's okay with her opening his door or accepting packages in his behalf.
"Go ahead, my home is your home." He replies breezily, making her heart flutter effortlessly.
Ignoring the butterflies in her belly she jumps up tugging the sweater he'd lent her a few weeks away back up her shoulder, lightly jogging to the door in her slippers.
"Okay one minute I'm opening the door no-"
As she swings the door open she sees what was delivered to the door.
Joon young grins at her, waving with the hand not holding his phone against his face.
"Surprise."
She throws herself into his arms, standing on the tips of her toes to place her chin on his shoulder. He instantly returns her hug, wrapping her in his warm embrace.
Minutes roll by as they sway in each other's arms.
He begins to draw back first, tenderly putting her hair behind her ears.
"Move in with me."
She looks at him. One blink, two blinks.
"What?"
"I want to come home to you everyday."
They had already discussed this, moving into together in the future when they were ready, both agreeing it was too soon.
"I know we agreed but I missed you so much and seeing you in my house in my clothes. I just....I want you here. I'm ready."
Her mother is definitely going to kill her, she'd been irate when she'd showed her the ring on her finger. Loudly complaining that they'd just been broken up how was it possible that they'd reconciled and were already engaged.
She hadn't been able to explain it to her, too happy to be brought down to earth and finally her mother had sighed before leaving with a final, "You've changed since being with him."
Her mother is right. She has changed and she might like the person she's becoming.
"Okay. I'll move in."
She's unprepared for him to lift her up and run into the apartment.
Her cheeks hurt from her huge smile.
Weeks later all her belongings are packed into boxes, labeled and neatly stacked. She says goodbye to the room where she's spent most of her life, practicing, crying, sleeping, reading, worrying, being.
Joon young had insisted on coming over to formally meet her parents, despite her oppositions fearful of her mother's wrath. Her mother hadn't spoken to her all week, passing by her room with deep sighs and blazing glares.
Brushing lint off her skirt she stands up walking to the shower.
She gets a text from her fiancée as she's blow drying her hair.
I'm outside.
With a deep shutter she walks to the door, buzzing him in and waiting by the door. When she hears footsteps outside the door, she pulls the door open before he can ring the bell.
"Hi." She greets him with a wave, taking notice of the flowers in his right hand and a bottle of wine in the left.
From over her shoulder her father's voice interrupts them, "Oh good! You brought alcohol good idea, my wife will need it."
She turns to lightly glare at her dad but he simply shrugs at her, taking his seat at the table.
Turning back to Joon young she offers him a reassuring smile, "My mom isn't that scary, you'll be okay." She lies, moving out of the way and allowing him to step into her home.
When her mother finally joins them, she's wearing all black from head to toe. The look on her face promises nothing good, her eyes narrowing into thin lines as she glares at Joon young.
Immediately he raises to bow at the waist, offering the flowers. After a moment's hesitation she takes them before thrusting them at her father, who rushes to find a vase to put them in.
Sliding into her seat, her mother's eyes remain locked on Joon young.
"I want to marry your daughter."
Song-ah and her father both twist to look at him in shock.
Under the table she nudges him, not sure this is the best thing to break up with her mother currently dressed for a funeral. Probably Joon young's.
"Oh really? And why's that? Didn't you two break up before, how do you know that you're ready for marriage? It's not as trivial as dating you can't just break up when things get hard."
Song-ah freezes in her seat, this is the most her mother has said all week. And with a chilling blow she realizes that her mother is worried about her, and she's showing it the only way she knows how, with anger and biting judgment.
"Yes, she broke up with me because I wasn't making her happy. After we broke up I realized that nothing mattered to me without her in my life. I'm happiest when I'm with her. I know I can't control her happiness but I'm going to try my hardest to put a smile on her face everyday."
Tears pool in her eyes, and finally spill when he captures her hand in a tight hold under the table.
Her mother scoffs, "When did you get so emotional?" But she simultaneously hands her a napkin to catch her tears.
After a pregnant pause, filled with her sniffles and Joon young squeezing her hand while stroking her fingers her mother finally sighs in defeat.
"Okay, you do that. She's your problem now."
That's all it takes to break the tension that lingered in the air and suddenly her father is chatting amicably with Joon young, filled with questions about the piano and whether or not he likes baseball. She watches them quietly, shoveling food into her mouth.
As dinner simmers down, her father has cajoled Joon young into agreeing to watch a baseball game with him, accepting his new son in law with open arms excitedly clapping his shoulder as she helps her mother to clear the table.
"Thank you for dinner, it was delicious." Joon young bows again, her mother's eyes lose a bit of their icy chill.
"You're welcome." She answers simply before walking away.
Then she suddenly stops, speaking without turning around. "I expect that you two will come for dinner at least once a week, she might be your future wife but she's still our daughter."
"Yes, of course." Joon young answers, gripping her hand tighter.
"Fine. Get home safely."
And with that she's gone, sequestered into her bedroom.
Her father's smile is a warm blanket after the cold dinner, "I think she likes you. The last time my other daughter brought home a boyfriend she wasn't nearly as friendly."
"He's not my boyfriend." She surprises them all with her immediate response.
Joon young perks up in pride, stroking her ring. His joy is palpable.
"That he isn't." Her father agrees, simply looking at them both. Before he continues, "You can walk him down, your mother wants you to sleep here tonight."
She nods.
When they get outside, he swings their hands in the space between them.
"I've been waiting to do this all night." And with those words, he yanks her into a kiss his lips tasting of the wine they drank.
He gently tugs at her jaw, pulling her mouth open to his exploration dipping and devouring her. Hands sensually sliding around her waist and pulling her flush against his body.
She loses drag of time and when she finally draws back, his blissed face greets her.
"I wish you were coming home with me. You look too pretty right now."
She blushes under his gaze, burying her head in his collar, overheated.
They stand in each other's arms, his hands stroking her back as she inhales his distinctive scent- masculine and clean.
"Well aren't you two just precious?" Her sister's voice cuts through the air, she jumps in the embrace but doesn't draw away.
They both turn to greet her, Joon young bowing again.
"Mom's been watching through the window so hopefully you two have only been hugging this whole time."
Her eyes widen as she peers up at the window, her mother's iron stare penetrating through her.
Her sister chuckles, "Oh look at the glare. You two were definitely doing more than hugging. Nice one, she won't be angry at me for drinking late now."
She glares at her sister's smiling face.
"You should go up." He softly says pulling her into a final hug, she nods before pulling away and walking away with her sister.
She turns to wave once more and he smiles from the same spot, lovingly gazing at her.
As they stand in the elevator, she avoids her sister's gaze.
"You've changed. You seem happy." Her sister mumbles.
She stills at the words, mulling it over before meeting her sister's gaze.
"I am. I'm really happy."
When she falls into bed, her phones buzzes and she already knows who it's from.
Good night, I love you.
Twisting in her bed, she squeals like a teenager clutching her phone to her chest.
The English title for this OST is “Midnight,” but the title literally translates to “Like That Star in the Night Sky.”
For some reason, I’m getting the vibe that this might be a Hyun Ho and Jung Kyung song? The song “Midnight” talks of a broken love with memories that need to be forgotten, of goodbye. Though, if it’s for Joon Young and Song Ah, I’ve got a baaaaaad feeling....
