#korean actor

[selfieignite]

John Cho and Karen Gillan in Selfie (2014)

From the producer of Worth the Wait:

"They gave me a list of white guys we could cast. If we could give one of the roles to them, we could get funded." The investors held the belief that, except for genres such as martial arts, Asian male characters are not bankable, with little appeal for Western audiences.

Hollywood, put more Asian men in romantic lead roles.

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[gyihaven]

𓏵‧₊˚ ┊ KIM GUNWOO, AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

❤︎ so overly protective. he’s not overbearing and he’ll never try to be that way but he’s always on the phone with you. texting, calling, or keeping track of where you are and if you’re safe or not. bad guys always find him.

❤︎ “princess? I didn’t mean to wake you but.. need you”

❤︎ his large strong hands are always on your waist or thighs. it’s just his thing, he loves those parts of your body the absolute most. if you ask him? he’d shrug his shoulders. not being able to answer. for some reason he loves your waist and how perfect it is. his hand fits perfectly on that spot and your thighs are so warm.

❤︎ “why are you so pretty, hm? my sweet pretty girl.”

❤︎ adores when you show up to watch him work out or practice. let’s say he’s in the ring! just for practice but it’s a bit of a rough practice. actually hitting and using a lot of new techniques. when he’s able to turn and look at you? he’s put back in the zone. you ground him.

❤︎ “I love you. I love you so much.. I can’t lose you.”

❤︎ insanely touching and LOVES cuddles. he’s so into cuddles that even when you’re cooking or baking he’s in the kitchen with his arms around you, swaying back and forth. humming softly or just talking to you about whatever it is that he wants to talk about. he loves it.

❤︎ “do you believe in fairytales? want to talk about it?”

❤︎ big on kissing. so big on kissing. kisses you so so much because he believes that’s how you show how much you love a person. his kisses are soft and very emotional. other times? it’s a bit more hot, wet, and a little needy. he wants you. needs you. all the time.

[i09jilvs]

' FALLING FOR YOU ' NA HWAJIN.

pairing. na hwajin x f!reader ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

kyungmi’s note. no because this plot? so down bad for. it’s the fact that we all eventually have to move on even if it’s hard to do so. emotional hwajin, i really live for.

content warning. a LOT of sadness but happiness. it’s a good mixture of both. hwajin really falls hard and fast for reader. innocent touching. yearning. he needs and deserves happiness so falling for you is what gave him all that back. kissing. really? just love and affection.

the request! Can I request something with Na Hwajin, where he begins falling for his colleague (reader) but is conflicted since it feels like he’s betraying his deceased fiancé? (I think it’s also sweet to include Mr. Choi being encouraging towards him to procure reader)? Please and thank you!!

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the sound of your screaming was the only thing he heard and the blurred silhouette of your body running towards him before everything went quiet, still, and dark. this mission wasn’t exactly what any of you were expecting. the students were far more worse than the other schools you’ve already visited and finished.

before the incident.

hwajin found himself watching you. you’d speak and his eyes immediately followed, watching the way your lips moved or how you smiled about something. when you frowned? it was the worst feeling. he didn’t want you to be upset or ever feel upset. this feeling was killing him.

“hwa? i took a look at this student..”

you started, but didn’t finish. he was already looking at you. you had to admit.. it made you feel a bit insecure. why would he stare at you? was it your facial expression or the way you spoke a bit loud at times. instead of him asking you to continue like he usually did, he stared.

“s-so.. it looks like he’s not only being bullied but they’re forcing him to scam people after school. when he’s caught he’s beat up by people who were scammed and i feel this is a bit more..”

you stopped again. hwajin’s staring was so intense that it was hard to breathe. his handsome features always made you so nervous and the way his arms were crossed over his broad chest.. what were you even thinking? he lost a wife only two years ago. how could you think of him like that? you were awful. so awful.

“you’re doing an amazing job.”

his sudden compliment took you by surprise and you bowed your head kindly, “thank you hwajin.”

that wasn’t the first time he had done this…

just as a student was about to hit you, hwajin grabbed ahold of your waist and pulled you back behind him, effortlessly shielding you from the hit. you gasped at how fast he was and how quick he was to protect you.

“boys don’t hit girls. weren’t you taught that?”

hwajin slapped him instead sending him flying across the room. sure you were still new and all but the way he protected you felt different. not like before.. when he wouldn’t even glance your way. now? that’s all he did was look at you, compliment you, touch you in certain areas that made your heartbeat quicken.. was this love?

it couldn’t be.

“we need to talk.”

hwajin sat down on the couch that sat in his empty and cold living room. mr. choi continued to stand, grabbing the photo of his daughter who hwajin had placed there years ago. he was close to saying something, a quiet ‘put that down’ but he didn’t which was weird of him.

“isn’t it time for you to be happy?”

“if this is about y/n then—”

mr. choi chuckled. of course it was about you. why wouldn’t it be? he saw everything. from the way hwajin stared at you to the compliments and even the lingering touches. what he had noticed is how happy and relaxed he seemed to be around you.

“it’s time. you’ve sent her off well and you’ll continue to love her for the rest of your life but she would want you to be happy. to find happiness.”

a tear rolled down hwajin’s cheek. it was warm. a bit red from the soju and he took a deep breath. not knowing what to say or do next so he stayed quiet and mr. choi understood. gently patted his shoulder and left the apartment where hwajin was left alone to cry and think about his feelings. truly? he wanted you.

another day. another school. another bully. hwajin had one and you had your own. a girl that broke in front of you that didn’t want to be this way anymore and you felt you could believe it.. until more problems came and she lied. it was stressful. exhausting. you sat in the office and waited for the next move. the right next move that was and hwajin took a seat next to you.

“hey pretty. you feeling okay?”

pretty. he’d never spoke to you like that before. it made you.. feel weird. that weird feeling in your belly. that weird feeling that women usually got around men who made them happy, shy, and excited. did he feel it too?

“y-yeah! just.. thinking. this one is a bit difficult.”

hwajin nodded and his hand then rested on your own. his thumb rubbed your index finger, “you’re doing so well. don’t give up, hm? we’ve got this. together.” and you finally looked at him. staring into his eyes that seemed so much more happier and lively. although he still cried every night wondering if this was a good idea. wondering if he was forgetting his deceased wife a bit too fast.. mr. choi urged him to go for happiness.

you three found a small restaurant to have lunch. finally being able to just relax and take care of your body after weeks of hard work. hwajin sat beside you, his chair a lot closer than it was originally placed. you shrugged it off but mr. choi? noticed. watched. his thin lips curled up into a smile watching hwajin smile. a genuine smile that he hadn’t seen in a long time.

“want to try some of my japchae? here, i’ll feed you.”

and you leaned in closer to his side, parting your lips for him to feed you. once you took the bite, he leaned in and smiled, “good huh? i’ll share with you.” but was that just an excuse to sit closer? he even forgot mr. choi who had been sitting across from you both.

“oh. you have some..”

hwajin took his thumb, wiping the corner of your mouth and licking it off which made your eyes widened. that’s something only couples did or.. two people that liked each other. “you’re so cute sometimes.” another.. compliment. he was more open than ever. nudging you at times and laughing, feeding you, wiping your mouth, paying for your meal, wanting to be alone with you..

it was all adding up. hwajin was in love with you.

it wasn’t confirmed until.. the incident.

you paced the waiting room, unable to think properly or sit down. he was in surgery. nothing like this had ever happened before but the student.. damn that student! had awful people above him. going as far as severely injuring hwajin. “sit sweetheart. he’s going to be ok.” mr. choi tried his best to calm you and keep you from having a panic attack but how could you? he was hurt-

“excuse me? are you both with na hwajin?”

you were quick to nod and run over towards the doctor who gave you the best news. his surgery went well. it would take him a few weeks to recover and that was when you knew, he needed you the most.

once he was in his own room, you sat beside him. laid half of your body next to him and slept. slept with him, holding his hand. hwajin woke up before you, smiling from happiness seeing you there. he was weak but was still desperate to touch you. feel you.

“pretty girl.”

his sweet voice pulled you from slumber and your eyes widened seeing that he was awake, “hwa! are you ok? do i need to get the doctor?” but he shook his head. what he needed? was you. only you. “come here.”

he pulled you onto the bed with him and you tried not to make it too uncomfortable but his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer than you intended to be but.. it felt right. “you’re such a sweet girl.” he whispered softly and you smiled, “my sweet girl.”

“w-what?” and before you could say anything else he leaned up just a bit to press his lips against your own.

the kiss was sweet. slow. he reached up and grabbed the back of your neck in a gentle manner, stopping you from pulling away. he tilted his head, deepening the kiss which caused you to whimper and he smiled against your lips.

“what do you say, we have an official date after i get out of here?” and you nodded, leaning in to kiss him a hundred times if that was even possible.

[theearthkeepsspinning]

DRESS TO IMPRESS

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NA HWA-JIN x TEACHER! READER

'____' refers to reader's name.

a/n: i wasn't joking when i wrote in my bio that i write whatever i think of loll. this has also made me realize how terrible i am with titles. there's not nearly enough 'x reader' fics on this man and that is so not okay. i hope you guys like reading this!!

(ps: for the people who saw my last post before i deleted it, i am better now and will be returning to my irregular schedule of writing!!)

"____,"

The voice of the new ERPB inspector called out to you, catching you off-guard. The hallways were empty. Classes were over for the day, and you'd been on your way home after working later than usual. You quickly adjusted your glasses and turned around to face the intimidatingly taller man.

He'd been lurking around the school for the past two days, specifically in your classes. He'd witnessed how you'd explain everything so gently to the students while none of them cared enough to listen, how you gave teaching your all while they seemed preoccupied with their own devices.

He'd noticed how well you'd present yourself each day, with a bright smile that sparkled up your eyes despite the students' disrespect.

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DAY 1:

"Ms. ____, isn't your skirt a bit too short today? Are you trying to impress someone?"

The student laughed as he pointed out something which was in no way related to the literature you were teaching, and also completely false considering the skirt reached your knees. Hwa-Jin observed the interaction from the corner, arms crossed and eyes glaring into the back of the students' head.

"Ah, no, that's not it. I wore it because it matched my top."

You'd smile and respond politely before bringing everyone back into whatever Robert Frost you were reciting. The inspector noticed the way they all went back to doing their own thing. He didn't interrupt this time.

He listened to your lesson while also keeping track of which student stood out most when it came to disrespecting you.

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DAY 2:

"Ooh, you're wearing jewelry today. I knew it, you are trying to impress someone. Is it that inspector? You've been dressing up a lot since he came here."

The same student from the previous day spoke out again. Tae-Byun was his name, Hwa-Jin had made Geun-Dae do his research the previous night. Around the school, the girls referred to him as 'Byun-Tae' instead, which meant 'Pervert'.

It was clear you weren't the sole target to his comments when such a name circulated around the entire building amongst every teacher and every student.

You took in a deep breath and got ready to sweetly dismiss his comment again, only to be cut off.

"No, it's-"

"Does that really matter right now? Are you learning literature or fashion?"

Hwa-Jin interrupted you abruptly, his eyes landing on the student who had the audacity to disrespect you a second time in his presence. He'd let the first one slide, but he was starting to get agitated too.

He couldn't explain why he felt so much more frustrated than usual when it came to you. He'd dealt with disrespectful students a million times but something about the way he spoke to you made the inspector's blood boil.

"No way, I was totally right. You're defending your girl, aren't you?"

You stared at the tense interaction between the two, silent since you knew you should just let the ERPB do their job. But you didn't want any of the students to end up injured as a result, you'd heard multiple times of the consequences other rebellious people had faced.

"So what if I am?"

Hwa-jin responded casually as he stood up straight, away from the wall where he had been leaning, and approached the student seated down on his desk.

You couldn't help the way your heart raced at the fact that he didn't deny it. No, not just that, but he played into the comment. He didn't even seem affected by it, and you made sure to act like you weren't either.

To act like the student hadn't been right on the dot when he called you out for dressing up to impress a certain inspector.

The ring of the bell broke you out of your thoughts, and Hwa-jin finally backed away from the student. He leaned back against the wall, face tilting up to look at you as the students ran out before you could even dismiss them.

You knew you couldn't control them as they hurried away, the same way you couldn't control the racing of your heart when you were alone in the classroom with the inspector.

"I'm sorry about what he said. It was totally out of line, especially when he knows about your-"

"Don't worry, I didn't mind it. It's about time I moved on like that old man said anyways."

He sighed before leaving the room as well. Your heart was beating even faster than before. He didn't mind people assuming you two were in a relationship? He was trying to move on from his dead fiance because of you?

You shook your head, trying to shake away the thoughts along with it. No, you were overthinking it. He'd started this entire project with his father-in-law as a result of the violence she'd endured that took her life. There was no way in hell a man of that sort would ever think of being with a doormat like you, let alone move on from the incident because of a teacher that was easily controlled by the students.

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PRESENT TIME:

"Ah, sorry. We're not on first name basis yet."

"I don't mind!"

You replied a little too quickly, causing him to pause and stare down at you as you mentally beat yourself up over the enthusiasm.

"I mean, I think referring to each other in any other way would be too formal. We're not exactly strangers at this point, are we?"

Two days was all it took to have you over-explaining yourself like a fool to make sure he didn't get the wrong impression of you. Two days, and you were already acting like you guys were friends and he wasn't a stranger.

"We're not that close either."

He responded in that same tone he always used with every student and every teacher. You had never had more of an urge to bury yourself deep into the ground. You hoped the ground would open up and suck you within, that you could hibernate beneath the Earth's surface until the ERPB had finished their duty.

Of course, it'd only been two days. You were closer to strangers than anything else.

"You're right. Sorry, I got ahead of myself..."

You laughed awkwardly, giving him a smile so forced that it made the entire situation much worse. You let the horrifying moment of silence sit between you two before drifting your gaze back to his polished shoes.

"The next time a student speaks out like that to you, don't just stand there and take it."

His advice brought you back to reality as you turned your gaze back up to face him again, expecting him to point it out but not so randomly.

"It wasn't that big of a deal. All he said is that I'm dressing up to impress someone, I don't want to be too harsh on him over a comment."

And also because you knew the student had been completely right. You dressed up for Na Hwa-Jin the last two days. The damn inspector who was uncaring and solely here for the purpose of fulfilling his job.

"It's not one comment though, is it? And it's not only about you, think of all the other girls in this school having to deal with his comments. All the diligent students being disturbed because one couldn't shut his mouth up."

You were silent as you processed his words. He had a point. The reason he'd even earned the name of 'Byun-Tae' around campus was because he would repeatedly disturb every existing female around him. You took in a breath and acknowledged his words with a nod.

"If a teacher won't help her students, then who will? They all rely on you, ____, to be the responsible adult for them."

You let out the breath you were holding until you stopped breathing entirely. There it was, your first name again. You understood what he was saying, you processed the way he said it like he was teaching you a lesson you should've learnt from the beginning, and then you finally heard your name.

"I thought we weren't close enough for first names yet?"

"I changed my mind."

And then he walked off like he hadn't absolutely shattered your heart seconds ago by acting distant then stitched the pieces back up together by acting like that never happened.

That night, your heart decided to stop helping you. You followed the same procedure you always did whenever it decided to turn on you.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Close your eyes.

The first three steps failed entirely, so you skipped over to the last one instead of repeatedly trying again. If you closed your eyes, you wouldn't be able to see anything. Surely, you'd fall asleep naturally.

But when you did, all you could see was him dressed in all black. His perfectly done hair, those wrinkles that looked like they'd been sculpted with loving hands, and his eyes.

Oh, his eyes.

You let out a sigh as your eyes fluttered open again, realizing you were never escaping this mess you had gotten yourself into.

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THE NEXT DAY:

You thought of the multiple ways you could discipline Tae-Byun today while teaching your class, noticing his absence but assuming it was a result of his habit of constantly being late. A scolding as the first warning, ruler to the hand as the second, standing in the corner of the class as the third, sent to the principal as the fou-

You could barely finish your thoughts when the door to the class was shoved open by the inspector, before he threw inside a disheveled Tae-Byun.

His pants were ripped upto his knees, exposing the rest of his legs. His collar was ripped open, exposing his collarbones. His shoes were barely on, exposing the dirty underside of his clearly unwashed socks. Aside from his appearance, bruises coated the side of his face as if he'd been slapped multiple times, the blood staining his lips matching the shade of lipstick on yours.

"He seemed really interested in your top, so I gave him a similar one. I hope you don't mind."

Hwa-Jin stated with a grin before quickly switching back to his serious look, dragging the student across the floor and to his desk.

Class resumed like normal with no interruptions, but you could feel the inspector's eyes staring at your back as you turned towards the board. It seemed you didn't even have to discipline him for now, not when he was there like some sort of bodyguard.

Once classes ended, Tae-Byun stumbled back home. He avoided his usual route to prevent coming across both you and the inspector. You stood outside your class, mumbling underneath your breath as you fiddled with the bracelet around your wrist, reciting what you'll say when you see him.

He'll be leaving today, now that his lesson had been taught. He'd made sure both you and your terrible student had each learned the value of existing in a school, and the difference in responsibility which was present between a teacher and a student.

"'Thank you, Mr. Inspecto-' Ah, that's way too much. 'I really appreciate what you did for me today, Hwa-Jin'. Geez, I don't think I should call him by his first name. We're not that close anyways."

You sighed again as you tossed your head back against the wall, the deep exhale now a part of your hourly routine whenever you thought of him. You closed your eyes, took in a deep breath, and decided to say whatever came into your mind first.

"Na Hwa-Jin, I'm really glad you were there today. Thank you for the help, and for...teaching me to be a better teacher. I appreciate your advice, I don't know if I'll ever be able to repay you for opening my eyes-"

"You could always make it up to me over dinner."

You didn't even want to open your eyes when you heard his voice. You felt like banging your head into the wall until you were out of this reality where he'd heard every single word you'd uttered. 'Opening my eyes', really? You couldn't think of anything better that sounded less like you were worshipping him?

But then you processed his words, and your eyes shot open. He wanted to go to dinner with you? He was asking you out on a date?

"I'm not asking you out."

He clarified as if he could read your mind through your wide eyes. The sudden flutter you'd felt in your stomach died down, only to be brought back as quickly and confusingly.

"I'm asking you to ask me out. Your treat."

What kind of guy even was he? One second, he could be a gentleman fighting off people that dared to disrespect you. Then you take another glance, and he's asking you to pay to take him out on a date and playing difficult with you by purposefully phrasing his sentences in that way.

Oh well, you couldn't care less in this moment. It was too good of an offer to pass up.

"Does barbeque work?"

You asked with a slight smile, removing your reading glasses now that classes were no longer in session. You placed them in your purse as you began walking, knowing well that he was matching your pace beside you.

You didn't know if this would turn into something more, you weren't a fortune teller to predict the future, but you didn't want to either. You wanted to live in this moment, where the two of you were leaving behind the empty school to enjoy barbecue together.

And maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be the last time you saw each other.

[necroaoba]

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤresources ❤︎ ❤︎

[laurenluvss]

i need her so bad 🙏😩

[ruescoree]

𐔌 . ⋮ WITH YOU ALWAYS .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ — ✘✘✘

⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ PAIRING : HUSBAND!HAJOON X BLACKWIFE!READER

𖥻 ׁ ׅ synopsis ! ׁ ׅ 🪷 your husband is always supportive of your decisions, but never afraid of voicing his opinion. Moving across the world for your dreams was a surprise turn— well, not as surprising as your boss also supporting those dreams too comfortably for your husband’s liking.

── .✦ genre: angst, smut 𖥻 ׁ ׅ 5k+ words.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 warning : SMUT mdni, rough sex, oral ( f. receiving ), unprotected sex, creampie, slight dirty talk, praising, slight possessive!hajoon, reader is black coded, small argument, foul language, after care !

( author’s note at the end ).

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Eight years, Eight years is all it took. Bustling in the kitchen that you've grown to love and slightly hate at the same time paid off well.

The same atmosphere you've grown accustomed to—each day that flies by, brain wired to clock in at a certain time and neatly put on your apron and get to work immediately. The other chefs was just the same, but way more assure of themselves, as a young chef starting at the age of nineteen they took your determination as a joke like one of those children books that have all the childish words to tell for days. It was laughable to them, but that never wavered you, no that only pushed you to be better.

You're Twenty four now, clearly your time here improved your skills a lot that your boss saw potential in you, slightly more than the others— so he said. He made it clear that he doesn't have favorites, but the other chef's called bull. So many emotions ran through your head as your boss stood tall in front of you in his neatly white office, similar to the design of the kitchen. You could see the excitement bubbling in him for you, while you were figuring out yours.

It felt like the words were stuck in your throat trying to claw out to shout 'Oh my fucking god!' but it died down as you let out the most high pitched thank you from the moment of silence. Clearing your throat out of shock and embarrassment, Chef Min laughed waving you off. "No i get it, so many emotions rushing in your mind right?" Folding his arms over his nice crisp white buttoned up shirt, leaning back against his desk, you shook your head, chef hat shifting slightly.

"Are you kidding, Chef, It's honestly such a dream come true." You felt your eyes welling up with tears, it seemed dramatic to you to be tearing up, but Chef felt like he accomplished on making the right decision. If his smile could grow ten times as wider, it would. "Being in France to become a CEO at the Velours Restaurant is honestly a big step that i feel like you can handle." His smooth voice calmed you down slightly.

Licking your lips feeling them dry up out of habit once realizing there is always a thought swimming in the back of your head. "Shit. My Husband." The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them, covering your mouth up, the shaking of his head as he stood to his tall height, unfolding his arms, smile never wavering. "It's okay, is there something wrong or.." He didn't want to pry, trying to figure his words out carefully.

You laughed awkwardly, rubbing your hands on you uniform pants, "I don't think he would take it well about me moving away." Those words felt silly coming out of your mouth, for once you saw his smile falter slightly. In his head you could tell he was thinking, 'Why wouldn't they moved together' or 'Why would he not be happy for his wife'. Again he was not going to pry, just thinking slowly. "If it make it any better, If you don't have his full support you have mine entirely." No slick intention, no suggestive tone, pure platonic and supportive is what you felt when hearing those words.

He could see you processing everything and don't want any pressure to be put on your shoulders, His smile regained its rightful place, "Y/N don't stress, it'll only eat you up alive, trust." He joked, moving over behind his desk to grab something. "Should i call him, No, it's better to talk about it in person." Speaking to yourself in a nervous tone, you didn't even realize the aroma in the room shifted slightly until it got close causing you to look up. The view of the nice pink and white lilies coming into view a long with a small card inside had your eyes bulging out in a comical way.

"Chef I can't…" The baritone hum cut you off with no intention on hearing your words. "Just a small congrats gift, that's all. Hopefully your husband don't mind." chuckling at his own joke unaware of your small giggle that choked up, reminding you once again the long conversation waiting for you when you get home.

Gripping the flowers wrapped in a cream color florist paper with a nice light pink bow wrapped around, you smiled, "Thank you." It came out lowly but he heard clearly.

"Pleasure is all mines, since you have things to do, you can wrap up in the kitchen and go home early." Chef Min pondered in his own thoughts watching you nod before walking towards the door. "Good Luck." He called out, you couldn't tell if it was for the big move or for later on when you step foot into your home either way you faced him once,the smile on your face set as a thank you.

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You were home before him. That gave you enough time to calm down your thoughts and wind down a bit before cooking dinner. You let out a small sigh placing your shoes by the door before making your way further into the quiet home, heading towards the kitchen to sit the pretty flowers in a empty vase and put it on the kitchen island table. You pondered on opening the card eventually deciding it was best to do it after dinner, checking your phone for the time it was currently nine forty, "he should be home in thirty minute." you mumbled to yourself making your way to y'all shared bedroom.

Squinting slightly once you turned on the lights, trying your best not to just flop on your bed and just nap until Hajoon gets home. Tossing the bag on the floor you sighed once more making your way inside the walk in bathroom, cutting on the lights, and stripping your clothes off slowly.

Stepping into the shower the hot water graced your body getting a pleasant reaction out of you as you hummed feeling all your tiredness drain away simply from the hot water. Lathering your body up with your favorite body wash, washing all the sweat and dirt from working. Once out the shower you slowly put on deodorant, lotion, and body oil before putting on only a pair of panties and slipping on your lace silk night gown. Quickly putting your braids up into a bun, few of the curls sticking out, glancing in the mirror and then leaving the bedroom to start on dinner.

The dish you decided to make, was simple and typical. Pasta. Not really in the Chef mood just simply ready to end the day off well. In the mist of you making the sauce for the pasta while the noodles boiled on low temp, the sound of keys could be hear along with the front door opening. "love, I'm home." Hajoon came out loud enough for you to hear, "In the kitchen," was all that need to be said, footsteps heard and muscular arms wrapping around you, a kiss on your shoulder before resting his head on your shoulder.

"Missed you." his low groggy voice from working could be heard, but it sound so sensual to you. You leaned into his body, never faltering with the spatula in your hand. "Work that rough." You joked earning a small playful scoff from your husband. The warmth from his body gone once he stepped back to lean against the island table.

"You could say that, small fire downtown happened, it was only chaotic cause people like to record instead of moving away from danger." he ranted a bit, you looked over your shoulder seeing him in his black long sleeve compression shirt and heavy cargo uniform pants. "At least pretend like you care." his words made you think he was a little mad, but once you looked up to see him grinning you playfully rolled your eyes going back to cooking, feeling shy from unknowingly checking him out.

You heard him chuckle before he made his way back over to you, stealing a quick kiss before making his way out the kitchen, "I'm going to take a quick shower." You hummed in response fully in your own thoughts.

Dinner was going smoothly, it was your silence that made Hajoon look at you with worry. "Is everything ok?" Hajoon voice came out soft watching you pick at your food thinking maybe it was your chef instincts kicking in, not like the sauce or the noodles were undercooked.

"No..just, I have something to tell you." You honestly wanted to laugh out of ridiculousness. Such good news bring you so much worry in finding out your husband's reaction, like two weights on your shoulders that won't let up until you say it out loud.

"What is it." The tone in his voice shifted slightly, in all honesty he was thinking the worst after hearing those words. Did you commit a crime?, he thought, no but the next sentence couldn't prepare him enough as his full attention was on you—if it wasn't fully before.

"You're what now?" Biting your bottom lip you reached for the glass of wine before downing the drink using the liquid to help ease the pressure. "I'm going to be a CEO at a restaurant in France." You said more clear this time taking in his reaction.

You can see his eyes wondering, mainly in thought from all this like it was a puzzle. Scratching the back of his head, hard still a little bit damped from showering, he couldn't help but hum.

"You're disappointed."

Hajoon eyes shot up immediately, "No, far from disappointed." Quick with his words like the thought of being disappointed in you was a insult or foreign thing. Hajoon downed his own wine, for him helping him choose his words wisely.

"Look. I'm really proud of you, I'm fucking ecstatic for you love, but…" There it was that but. It was like the weight on your shoulders never lifted after telling him it only increased when waiting for that simple but.

"But what Hajoon, it's a big opportunity." Your voice came out with a drastic sigh, trying to not get riled up, you were just feeling so many emotions right now.

"You'll be far away from me."

"We could move again."

Hajoon couldn't help but let out a laugh, "You know we can't." Voice chillingly going calm as he focused on the half eaten pasta in front of him. The scoff that left your lips was what brung his eyes back up quick. "Ahh so stay for your job, but not for mines. Got it." You nodded your head figuring out the big picture of his words.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"That's what you were implying!"

Voice coming out loud, more than you wanted it to be. Hajoon watched you stand up grabbing your plate and empty wine glass, heading to the kitchen. "Love come on, you know I didn't mean it like that that." He called out, not moving from his seat, You found that even more convincing that he did mean it.

"I don't understand, if it's not your job then what is it." You rambled on and on every word coming out fast as you scrubbed the dirty dish and empty wine glass. The rambling went on for a good minute until you realized Hajoon was silent, raising your curiosity you look over seeing him now up and looking at the pretty flowers your boss gave you and the card.

You see him reading it with a raised eyebrow. Genuinely hilarious how he never noticed the flowers when he first walked into the kitchen, main focused on you after a long day of work. The little twitch in his smile as his eyes stayed glued to the card.

"What a romantic guy."

The words were light, too light like he was happy to see such a nice gift. "It's just a congratulations gift." you moved closer reaching for the card in his hand, but he quickly jerked his hand back, this time smiling more brightly. "Yea, I'm aware the flowers are, but the card is something totally different." You looked at him confused which he once looked at the card again, this time reading it out loud.

"Congratulations on your next big step. I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve achieved—you truly deserve this. I’ll miss you, but I’m excited to see all the amazing things ahead for you. Always cheering you on, from Min." Hajoon voice came out smooth and cheerful mimicking what he thinks Min's voice sound like.

Slightly tossing the card on the table next to the flowers he looked at once again, "jjajeung na, ssibal." He mumbled in Korean, running his hands through his hair. "Chef Min was just congratulating me, your being ridiculous right now." you sighed growing more annoyed by the minute. You couldn't understand what was so upsetting for your boss to happy after giving you an amazing opportunity .

"Nah, it's more than that." He shook his head, no words after that like he was thinking on how to back up his reason on feeling the way he feels right now. Maybe deep down he knew he didn't, maybe he was just upset with himself that his support was showing in a different way, worried more on moving than the big picture.

"For god sake you're unbelievable." Walking passed him with nothing else to say, leaving the kitchen and going upstairs, deciding best to sleep off your anger. Hajoon sighed closing his eyes, instant regret for his words and action towards the situation.

He leaned against the island table, running his hands across his face left alone in silence with his thoughts.

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It's been exactly three days since that dinner. Let's just say you hold grudges rightfully so when you and your husband argue. Hajoon kept his fair distance but still showed you how sorry he was for his actions. Made you Korean food his mom always make him when she has time to visit the both of you, Bought you flowers to your job twice, and sending many heartfelt messages to saying sorry. It was adorable.

Your shift was over, rolling your neck from hours of working a sudden ping notification caught your attention, reaching in your pants pocket to retrieve your phone. Screen lighting up to look at the text.

Husband ♥️

I'm outside when you're ready.

Wife ♥️

Okay.

Placing your phone back into your pocket, you grabbed your stuff out your locker and made your way out, saying goodbye before leaving. Hajoon stood outside waiting by his car dressed in a dark denim jacket over a white tank and open button-down, paired with wide-leg black pants and sleek black shoes. raising an eyebrow as you step closer looking him up and down.

"Dressed up nice i see." You said watching him grin before leaning in to kiss you on your lips, "Had a special meeting today, how was your day?" Voice coming out soft as he looked at you. The sigh was quick, looking at the people passing by and cars moving. "Tiring, but okay." looking back at him seeing Hajoon nodding his head before opening the car door for you. "Well hopefully the news i have for you at home will brighten up your day." Was all he said, laughing at the squint in your eyes while you looked at him, getting in the car carefully.

The car ride was quiet except for the song dead man walking by Brent Faiyaz playing lowly. You looked out the window watching the buildings. "I'm sorry for how i acted that night." Hajoon looked at you before focusing back on the road, "It was immature of me." You looked at him, studying his side profile. his black hair covering his forehead, making him look even more handsome.

"It's ok, i understand moving again can be a hassle.." you mumbled, but he heard you causing him to smile a little and reaching over to rest his hand on top of yours. You interlock your hand with his, your thumb rubbing his hand. He moved your hand up to his lips kissing the back of your palm earning a playful eye roll from you.

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Once you and Hajoon got back home before you could think about going to y'all room, Hajoon ushered you to the living room sitting next to you with a huge smile on his face that was honestly starting to scare you.

"Did you kill someone." You blurted, shocking him as he looked at you like you have lost your mind. "What- no, why would i kill someone." You squinted your eyes, "You're too happy right now." He scoffed eyes looking off at the distance like he was looking at an imaginary person to see if they hear your crazy words. "So me being happy right now equals to me committing murder." He deadpan looking at you with a straight face.

Shrugging your shoulders letting out a sigh, "Well if its not that, then what is it." Hajoon shook his head dismissing your ridiculous accusations.

"We're moving together for your job."

You blinked a few times waiting for him to say sike. "Oh you're dead ass." Hajoon laughed at your reaction watching you stand up, face showing clear emotions of shock. "Oh my- you're messing with me right now." Feeling tears well up in your eyes, he stood up moving closer to you cupping your face and wiping your tears. Smiling as he kissed you on your lips. "I'm not love, I thought about it and said fuck it." You laughed hitting his shoulder playfully.

"What about your job?" Hajoon hummed, "I had a meeting with the crew and my boss about me leaving, my boss said he's close with the boss over in France near the location we'll be staying at. Put in a word for me and it's a done deal." He answered proudly, what are the odds you thought.

You pouted feeling more tears coming. "I love you." You said earning a grin from your husband, leaning to kiss your pout away. "I love you more." He mumbled against your lip.

"Was my news better than your boss." Hajoon joked kissing you once again, smiling in the kiss placing your hands on his chest, backing up a little. "Maybe a little." teasing back watching his eyebrow raise up as he picked you up making you wrap your legs around his waist.

"Oh yea," was all he said carrying you upstairs to the bedroom. Laying you down on the bed as he got on top of you kissing you once again. Wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer, his hands roaming your body. He leaned up taking off his jacket leaving him still dressed in his black tank top and jeans while he watched you unbuttoned your blouse revealing your black lace bra, removing the blouse off fully, discarded somewhere on the floor along with your pants.

"God you're beautiful." He said breathless, eyes darken the more he stared. Leaning back down to kiss you on the lips, Neck down to your breast. Hand smoothing reaching behind your back, skillfully unclasping it and taking it off—tossing it on the floor.

You moaned feeling his lips latch onto your left nipple and softly squeezing your right, hand moving up to his hair feeling pleasure form just his tongue. Letting go of your nipple with a lewd pop sound, he kissed down to your stomach stopping at your panties, wasting no time to removing them, lifting your hips up a little to help him in the process.

Priding your legs open, the cool air hitting your pussy had you shivering feeling his hands rub up and down your thighs. "Joon." The small whimper left your lips, watching his eyes look up from you. "Yes love." His mouth was so close yet no movement was made not until the words left your mouth. "Please joon i need you." Your words were quick feeling your body getting hot.

The small smile graced his face, not saying anything before latching his mouth onto your sensitive bud causing you to let out a choked moan, back arching off the bed. Your hand immediately tangled into his hair feeling pleasure as he moved his tongue up and down your folds, tongue prodding at your hole.

You let out a gasp, "fuck-" The slurping noise was very loud from the way he ate you out, not once lifting his head up like he was in a trance. Grip tighter in his hair causing him to groan as he gripped your thighs tighter, keeping you shaking legs from closing. "hng- joon im- fuck." Barely getting your words out, eyes rolling back, he lifted his head up mouth covered in your essence. Feeling two fingers enter inside you while he leaned in kissing your lips, making you taste yourself.

Moaning in the kiss his fingers working magic as he fingered you. "You hear that? hear how loud she is for me." he groaned against your lips kissing down your lips leaving marks. You felt aroused and shy hearing the loud wet noises your pussy made as he fingered you faster bringing you incredibly closer to cumming undone for him.

"Feels s-so good." You moaned out eyes closing in pure bliss. You could feel his lips curl up in a smirk against your skin, placing one last kiss on your neck before looking at you. "Yea?" his thumb rubbing your clit, eyes wide open catching the sight of his shit eating grin. Hajoon could feel your walls tighten around his fingers, clear signs of you really close.

"Going to cum for me, huh?" Shaking your head not able to speak properly, clawing at his arm. "Use your words pretty." Tone low as he stared at you intensely. "Yes yes, going to cum for you." Earning a smile from your husband he leaned down to kiss you on your forehead feeling your legs shake before watching you cum undone.

"Ssibal, neo jom bwabwa. jagiya." He said lowly eyes focusing on your pussy and thighs covered in your juice. Breathing heavy you watched him as well, focusing on the way he licked his fingers cleaned before getting off the bed, realizing he was still clothed. taking off his black tank top, silver chain resting perfectly on his collarbone. He grinned seeing you eye him like a hawk while he took off his pants and boxers next.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his dick, always amazed by his size. He climbed back on top of you letting you rest your head back on the pillow, taking his left hand and wrapping it around the thick base of his dick, tip rubbing against your glistening folds— lubing him perfectly. He looked up to see your eyes focused mainly on his movement, "You okay?" Asking softly earning a small nod from you.

"I'm ok just put it in already." Feeling impatient he laughed before listening to you, tip entering inside you receiving a sigh from both of you at the feeling. "Oh fuck." Your husband mumbled sinking further inside you slowly feeling your walls tighten with each movement. "Fuck love, you're so tight." He gasped placing both hands beside your head on the pillow, you moaned feeling every inch of him stretching you out.

"Can i move now." Realizing he waited for you to give him the green light you nodded your head yes feeling him immediately moving his hips slowly, both of you moaning. He watched you struggle to keep your eyes open, rolling his hips agonizingly slow. "Joon hng- faster please." You breathed out.

Hajoon raised an eyebrow feeling the need to tease you. "Why? thought making love would feel nice today, hm" He chuckled seeing you fully look at him with a pout forming on your lips. "Joon," was all you said whimpering as he continued the slow pace.

"Yes love." Teasing voice never dispreading. "Joon you can make love to me another day just- please just fuck me." Your begging had switch something in him, eyes darker and dripping with lust. Hooking his hands underneath your thighs, he folded you in half, gasping at the feeling of him even deeper now because of the position. "Yea want me to fuck you, huh?" He shook his head feeling you clamp tighter.

he wasted no time moving with a new pace to your liking, strong hands not letting up on your thighs basically putting you through the mattress. You let out a choked moan surprised at his sudden strength, he watched your face contort in pleasure, making sure you can feel all of him in the new position,

"Ouu right there." You cried out feeling him hit your g spot, balls slapping heavily against your ass, lewd sounds coming from your pussy as he focused on you. "Love this fucking pussy so much." His mouth going slack as he put all his weight onto you, "Like this shit, huh? Like getting fucked like this." Your eyes rolled back mouth opening and closing, can't even properly speak.

"C'mon baby use them pretty words." He groaned slapping your thigh earning a shriek from you, "Yes f-fuck hng- fuck yes i love it." crying out, pussy spasming with each thrust he made. "Yea keep squeezing me baby, fuck look at you." He moaned out glancing down at your pussy creaming all over his cock, "Making a mess all for me." Leaning down to kiss you which you happily excepted, moaning into the kiss.

Your legs was burning from the stretch, body shaking from intense pleasure. "Joon i-im close." words slurring out, he leaned back up releasing your legs causing you to sigh. Hajoon wasted no time time putt you on your side, his broad muscular body laying behind yours on the bed, hooking his forearm underneath your leg to raise it up a bit as he entered you once again— in spooning sex position. Letting out a gasp feeling his hand that was holding your leg move closer towards your aching clit, rubbing figure eight on it.

"Oh Joon." his left arm was underneath your head, using the opportunity to wrap it around your neck, not squeezing just resting there in a headlock, thrust never faltering. "hmm fuuck baby I'm close- shit." You gripped his bicep that was around your neck, eyes shut feeling closer to your release.

"Tell me where you want it" He groaned out biting his bottom lip, moving his two digits faster on your clit while thrust growing sloppy. "I-Inside, want it inside." Hajoon eyes rolled back at your words mouth going slack releasing the most pornographic moan ever that had you cumming right a long with him. The feeling of his cum had you gasping and clawing at his muscular arm.

"Fucking hell." He cursed moving his fingers off your clit, your body spasming from your orgasm. Still buried inside you moving a little, he let go of your leg— rubbing it softly with care as he kissed your temple. "Did amazing love." he sighed calming down his own breathing as well from his own orgasm.

You look back behind you, reaching your hand back to cup his face seeing his hair stick to his forehead, glistening in sweat. He leaned in kissing you on the lips before moving to get up once he was fully out of you. "I'll be back," mumbling a tired ok and closing your eyes for a little bit, he cam back with a warm wet rag in hand. He smiled seeing your tired body relaxing, he softly prided your legs open to clean you up.

Once he finished he carried you to the bathroom to take care of you, letting you pee while he run the bath water. "I'm so tired," yawning once done using the bathroom, your husband chuckled helping you up. "Me too, you put me through it." you scoffed at his words nudging his shoulder. "Says the one who basically put me through the mattress." Smiling lazily, he helped you inside the tub and climbing in after you, relaxing your back against his chest as the hot water felt nice against your skin.

"hmm this feels nice." eyes shut letting your husband massage your aching thighs under the water before helping you clean yourself off. "I'm glad it does." softly whispering in your ear, kissing your temple and helping you wash off all the sweat and smell of sex.

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"Babe, i think we got all the important stuff." You sighed eyeing your husband helping the workers check everything. "Besides, the other moving trucks will bring the rest after we get to France." you tug him back from asking one of the workers another question, apologizing for his crazy behavior. "I'm just trying to make sure we don't miss something important, knowing you."

"What's that supposed to mean?”

"It means you like to nag me about things that you forget to bring no matter what and once we hit this road, I'm not turning back." He stated helping the worker with box to put it in the trunk of his car that had the last bit of space. you couldn't even argue because he was right, "Fine you have a point." Standing by the car, the hot sun beaming on your melanin skin while the wind only blew a little bit to cool you down. The nice sundress you wore was perfect for this type of weather, watching your husband help out not letting you lift anything.

"You can wait in the car you know." He noticed you leaning against the car fanning yourself, smiling at him while shaking your head, "It's ok, nice seeing your arms flex when lifting boxes."

Shaking his head cant hide his smile he moved more boxes into the moving truck as well. Once finished he paid the workers before saying thank you. "Alright that's it, moving truck is hooked to the car so everything's set." Hajoon came up to you, quick kiss on the lips before opening the car door for you.

"You ready for the next chapter in your life?"

"With you by my side. Always."

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

𐔌 . ⋮ author’s note .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

omg it’s been a while. I’m honestly glad to be back and writing. A lot has been going on in my life, still is but way more manageable now. I’m sorry readers do disappearing without saying anything especially to those who had requests like this fanfic here was requested. I’m sorry for taking soo long to write and post it. Since it’s new beginnings for me in 2026 I decided to change my name from lovecoree to ruescoree. I hope everyone is doing great, healthy, and doing amazing things in life. I have fanfic ideas in mind that I want to post that has been in my drafts for the longest. Also request are still open, if anyone have any questions or anything don’t be afraid to reach out. Love you y’all 💗!

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