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[principalles]

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It was hard to say goodbye to his mother, knowing where they left it off at the dinner table. But Dylan hadn’t expected any less from the woman he knew her to be. His father’s reaction or feelings was not something he considered over his mother’s, simply because she’d raised him more than his father had. Although she’d done so in a way that she knew her father would approve, everything Dylan had ever been raised to attain had never been just for his own good, but for the good of the name his father gave him from birth.

Their refusal to see him as someone who could deny them something as important as a wife with a good status, with a family that had the wealth and reputation to handle theirs too--it would weigh on him too. They hadn’t even truly reached an agreement tonight, and his mother choosing to not see him out like she always did left him feeling a little vulnerable. Vulnerable enough that he was now driving aimlessly. Although, maybe not so aimlessly. His mind might be occupied, but his instinct was taking him where he knew he wanted to be. To the person it knew Dylan needed to see, someone who would make it better.

Besides, now that he’d brought it up to his parents that he wanted to get out of the engagement, he could at least let Sooyoung know about it. It would only be fair to make his intentions with her clear, even clearer than before. That being his priority should have made him feel guilty towards his parents and the duty they wished him to carry, but it didn’t. Dylan didn’t think he would have been able to do that to Sooyoung, for one. He didn’t think it was fair to the woman who was supposed to become his wife by his parents’ orders either.

But the truth was, he’d never thought much of it until Sooyoung came into his life. So she had to know, that she’d shifted things the way she had. He had to be honest, at least tonight, and he hated to bother her without a warning but he was parking behind her place and pulling his phone to send her a message either way. The smile it was already putting on his face, to imagine her relaxing at home, probably underdressed and most likely not expecting him to drop by to interrupt her alone time during the weekend--that made him more resolute to make amends.

msg: I need to see you. msg: Can I come up?

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@loveurn 

_good morning.  _the way back is going to take awhile so i hope you feel well rested.  _i let the rest of the team know we’ll be heading back together so come to me when you’re ready. 

why was he texting her instead of going up to where she was standing, mere feet away, with some of her teammates going over the summary of the trip and probably just listening in on personal stories that had nothing to do with work at all? for one, he respected her boundaries and the reputation she might have within the workplace, even though the rumors were already running wilder than anything that had ever transpired between them. 

but there was no need to add fuel to the fire and risk putting her ill at ease, especially given what she’d informed him of yesterday. not only were the rumors running around them, around him, but apparently some even took the liberty of talking about him and what type of man he was to her? had it rubbed him the wrong way? just a little, but the blow had been smoothed over by just how ridiculously adorable she’d been delivering the message itself. albeit he was certain the alcohol in her system had more to do with the confession than her wanting to open up about it. 

his assistant was running over the last bit of what would have to be caught up once monday came and dylan gave himself a few seconds to tune him out, leaning his back against the front of his car, and check to see if sooyoung had looked at his messages. but who was he lying to? he was checking just to take her in. because this sun did her as much justice as the moonlight had yesterday night. maybe more. 

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the mornings when it’s hard to let go.

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why was there a need for so many sensitive spots on a single human body? 

the neck, the hips, the chest, the stomach and if that hand managed to get to its lower destination, jamie would have to kiss her morning schedule goodbye. so absolutely not. hard as it may be, she let out a frustrated, elongated whine and for the third time that morning yanked herself off the bed and away from sam--and his prying hands. really trying her endurance today.

“ok, no. nonono, i am really leaving now.” 

she’d said so so many times before that even the words didn’t want to sound convincing when they left her mouth. as if her own voice was on par with sam and not her, great. but no, not today, the devil may work hard but jamie had more work to do than him today. first, fix that shirt that had been literally misplaced in so many areas. untuckled, wrinkled, opened--and she had to stop thinking about this because it was making her heat up under the collar she was fixing after arranging her shirt to the best of her abilities. 

“do you really have to though?” well, did he really have to sound so tempting first thing in the morning, and sleepy, and make it so hard for her to not take a look and turn her back quickly to the bed before she accidentally did take a look? no, but he was.

now that her shirt was proper looking, collar done, buttons done, tucked back in her pair of jeans, zip up. jamie let her hands gather into her hair now. the bun she’d successfully managed to tie up, now but a memory mixed in with the weight of his fingers against her scalp. that had been the first thing he’d undone too. 

his fingers were skillful and she supposed that came from him working with them so much. but honestly, were all artists this quick with where they wanted their hands to be? because sam was fast. in cooking, in painting and in undressing her, but mostly in getting his hands where he shouldn’t when she was trying to be decent and on time for class. 

by then, jamie trusted herself enough to turn around and face him, so she did. elastic band between her lips as she tried to gather every strands of her hair high up. he looked way too pleased with himself from where she was standing and she couldn’t even pull a proper mad face at him. so instead, this face was all but a sulking one, even better accentuated when she had the elastic off her lips and in her hands, then twirling in her hair to finish that bun. 

then she regretted ever thinking she was reeled in enough to take him in, because now she wanted to kiss him goodbye. however, that had been what she’d intended the first time around which had ended in no damage being done and her escaping safely without any dishleving issues. 

then she’d listened to his apologetic words, inciting her to come back and that he’d behave and the second time had been the disaster she’d just fixed. 

but god help her, she really, really wanted to kiss him. with that lazy smile and that content look and the way his gaze was intently rolling over her then moving back to the flush he’d put there to begin with. 

“don’t look at me like that.” 

jamie startled a bit, dropped her hands that had been in their frozen state up in her hair and let them fall almost defensively to hold onto her hips. 

“like, how--like what?” “you know.” 

ugh, she really couldn’t win. worse yet, he’d of course managed to get a smile out of her for that. her eyes might roll as much as she wished to, jamie knew her expression betrayed what she knew and only he was privy to. to be fair, sam was also the one who pulled whatever they both knew out of her. jamie could admit that whatever reaction she could get from him because of a simple look had maybe, maybe gotten her into all the trouble she was in this morning. 

but she had to go, right? she swallowed, let her tongue slide over her lips and craned her neck as she took a few steps backwards. to the door. where she had to be. where she’d worked so hard to make him let go to. so she could head out. but the door was so far and so close and right before hitting it with her back jamie let out a low whine and pointed her finger out twirling it around.

“can you turn around? i mean, like look away!” she yelled, sort of. which only made sam laugh, of course, right because this was so funny. oh so funny. then stay right where he was. in fact, he even grabbed the pillow against his cheek and settled further in her sheets, with no intention whatsoever to hear her out or make anything easy at all. 

“why? i thought you were leaving.” “i am!” 

truly. one and two more steps and despite knowing well she was close to the door it still startled her to touch it with her back and the fumbling to find the doorknob was the weakest fumbling ever created in the universe. 

“see, totally leaving.” “okay.” “i’m really leaving.” “have a good day?” “i will, thank you.” 

then silence for a few seconds--jamie still rooted with her back to the door. her hand had left that doorknob of its own accord and against her own wishes, of course. the only sounds that filled the rooms in those seconds were the sound of the wind coming through her opened window, probably gently blowing over the bed and sam. jamie could almost feel it against her skin, the mind and the things it kept in memory was such a strange and strong thing. 

jamie was looking at sam just as he was her, there was something quite transparent in this room right now. 

if not for sam quietly breaking through the silence, “you’re still here.” 

“i am.” “do you really have to go?” “i really have to--but,” “but?”

how could she put this into words? 

“it’s really hard to say goodbye right now.” the truth was always an easy route. as weird as it was and felt, counting the fact that she’d done this many times before with great ease. she just was finding it really hard to leave this morning. it was partly sam’s fault, but she couldn’t let him take all the heat. it wouldn’t be fair to act like she hadn’t instigated most of the situations where he’d simply pulled her further in. 

sam, now leaning on his elbows, looked quite serious too now. maybe because jamie was pouting, arms crossed and looking like she truly felt miserable about having to leave the bed and him this morning. what was she? five and being forced to let go of her favorite toy or something? 

“come back to bed.”

sam had to find the perfect words, as usual. 

“i can’t.” jamie reiterated because she really couldn’t. she let out a sigh, pushed off the door, straightening to resolutely make her way out. “i’ll see you in the evening.” 

shoulders squared she finally turned away to get the door opened--”wait!” 

“sam!” 

she’d finally made it to the door opening! jamie turned around to complain, yes, outrightly so but was immediately shut up by the sight of sam getting out of bed. half naked and carrying the goddamn sun light passing through the curtains in his back in a view she was sure books were written about. very good books about very good looking men. 

“no, no. no. don’t do that. nooo!” 

arms held out as she could, jamie was done for. absolutely, done for when sam was this decided. striding straight her way and pushing the door back closed, then leaning over her, arms on either side of her head. 

“i don’t want you to go either.” he said right before he kissed any other protests about to come from her. there would have been meek anyways. meek and useless. as usual, sam had the right words, the right timing, the right action, the right everything and this kiss had just undone every resolution she’d built this morning to step out of this bedroom. 

her hands found his sides, the warmth of his skin against her palms was enough to get a sound out of her that he swallowed quickly. it made her toes curl, actually curl then lift her up before sam’s hands were on her, helping with the lift.

pulling that well put on shirt out of her jeans as he did so, his fingers were not shy about sliding where they’d gotten the shirt off too. jamie was going to have slight regret when she would go about asking for notes about this morning class, but she could hardly think about that when sam was kissing her like this. 

all soft and giving and demanding and all so right. she couldn’t leave now, impossible, and she wouldn’t.

she wouldn’t protest him guiding her back to bed, or object against finding the warmth he left back in the sheets. the rest of the world could go on about its day, all jamie wanted was to not leave theirs today. 

[principalles]

thanks to a certain habit of a certain adored by his people prince, joy had taken to the hobby of arranging flowers. @loveurn 

she’d been more or so looking everywhere she went for a petal, blooms, a touch of color, a softness to rival the way she felt taken off her feet by the many attentive gestures bo had to remind her that he was thinking of her. often. too often. her heart had been growing a giant size bouquet here every single flower in its hold had a word that made her smile, a touch that had her swallow, a glance that made her coy. 

so she’d taken to finding flower shops where she could gather a flower for each things bo had done or said and how it reflected them. joy was growing quite the collection too, thinking of maybe broadcasting it on a social media outlet. instagram seemed to be the most likeable of all of them for this type of project. 

but before sharing it to the world, this morning, she’d woken up to the four set she’d been working on for the whole month of march and thought maybe the source of the inspiration should know that as many thoughts as he had of her, she’d had more than a dozen of every detail of those moments wrapped up, neatly curated and flowing with a touch of spring rising to the horizon of this kingdom. 

joy took a few pictures and settled in the loveseat in her living room, seeking comfort to not let her nerves get the best of her. they sometimes had the habit of overtaking most of everything when it came to this man. the birds perched on the bar of her balcony had an insistence to sing their heart out every morning at the same hour and they eased her into the messages she was carefully working over.

pictures and words and colors that made the world feel smaller when her thoughts knew where they were flying to. 

_i have more than a few secrets. _they’re hidden in each flowers plucked to fill these bouquets.  _can you guess what secrets are tied so beautiful together?

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all things are plausible.

@loveurn ( ft. soolan )

“are you cold?” “a little.”

he did feel that shiver he thought he’d caught. her shoulders had risen with to let it run its course through her body. there wasn’t much that could escape him when it came to her, not these days. this was a familiarity that had grown over time, that dylan himself had not realized had found comfort in parts of him that could now recognize every details that sooyoung’s body language could convey.

“come here.” “i thought you were leaving?”

he was, and he would, once she had made her way in the open invitation of his arms and given into the soft tone of his order. besides, for all she could hold as protest in her voice and the high tilt of her tonality, she was only blinking a few times before moving forward. that was what made it so hard to not try to monopolize her even more than he was able to. although, it wasn’t that dylan was able to, it was that she was feeding into his own weaknesses. copy paste and she was becoming as pliant as he felt in the face of her demands.

he liked her like this too. a bit chilly at first when she slid her arms around his frame and then warmer as she settled firmly and comfortably. all snug as if she wanted to instantly melt against him.

“this isn’t a good idea you know.” she mumbled where she was burying her face, his sweater was a feather touch of cotton. cotton and more cotton, it was the softest one he ever owned. the weather was calling for this type of comfort and it was a sunday. he should have let her rest on the weekend, but office hours weren’t exactly enough to get as much sooyoung time as he could and wanted to get.

so, as much as he didn’t want to take away from her own time--he couldn’t stay away when he knew he could have her the way she was now. he understood the easiness with which she gave into how she felt and how he made her feel when there weren’t any other eyes but the moon and his to witness her actions. not because he had the same issues, because if it was up to him, dylan might have put her in a compromising situation long ago. but the respect he held for what she probably wished to upheld at work was bigger than his desire to keep her close at any given time.

to get her attention at all time, to prove to the world that her gaze followed him wherever their paths crossed. that she was his.

“i’m only warming you up.”

she’d gotten warmer the second he wrapped her up in his arms, a bit heavier too, as if she was ready to fall asleep in this parking lot behind her apartment building. he wouldn’t oppose to it if she did fall victim to the gentle lull and comfort of his hold on her. he’d keep her close through it all. a little snoring in public would not hurt a soul. all it might do was put a blush on her cheeks and complete the picture perfect she already was every time he took the time to look at her.

“it’s actually working too.” “i would hope so. i only produce this much heat for your convenience.”

that low whine of hers had him laughing where he was ready to find safety against her skin. the prickle of it was slightly less heated than the rest of her body, the wind was not forgiving after all. everywhere her skin was exposed would get a blast of its cold breeze passing by. dylan let some air out where he could touch with the tip of his nose, brushing and passing by. that it instantly found heat the moment his mouth was against her shoulder, then her neck, then under her throat. that was something he was going to shelf away with some pride, it didn’t need to be mentioned so long as they both knew what it meant.

it also proved that he hadn’t lied. every part of him that was warmer than usual, had been made so, for sooyoung to grasp at every bits of it to keep herself above the risk of freezing through any weather. he was, so infatuated with every little details she made as a whole, that his body had decided to show him what it had truly been craving for all these years. just this. the slow but expected shift of their bodies, meeting where it should meet and separating where it could for him to find her mouth and kiss her openly but without much of a rush.

sooyoung freed her arms from under his, it progressed the same way as her stretching up to her toes and finding balance with her fingers in his hair. if kissing her was not the best thing to exist after breathing, then nothing was. dylan would happily like to argue the point to his grave if someone dared to deny it. it was, right here. in the fact that just the slide of her lips against his was enough to have him rethink the entire reason of his existence, of why he hadn’t had this from the beginning. from the very first time he’d learned what it was to lose any other senses other than the one that felt into someone else. because of someone else--he should have known her first, before any other woman.

that was the conviction with which he wanted to always kiss her. that way, it could always leave her more than a little breathless and moving against him, following his lead when he was breaking the kiss so that he could get back to it, get back to her. dylan was certain that it was the fervor with which he believed her to have been made in order to be found by his hands, looked at by his eyes and kissed by his mouth, that left her trembling in a way that robbed the cold of its task.

this was his doing. she was his. all impatient and seeking, curiously wanting and knowing where she could push to get what she wanted from him--now. like how when he came back to her mouth, she leaned away a bit. but let him kiss her, then leaned away again--only to kiss him in return. she’d learned to play at this almost too well, it didn’t frighten him. at times, it could frustrate him in a certain way. but it only, mostly, kept him wanting more. waiting for what she would be asking of him--waiting to give into it, whatever it would be.

so when she made them pause, her grip now at the base of his neck--that tender spot of his she’d discovered one night being rubbed gently with her fingers, and pushed these words against a kiss.

“--you staying?” “absolutely.”

that became the only plausible answer to ever give her.

[principalles]

she was a storm, he was the wind, the perfect souls to unite. @loveurn ( ft. minna )

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to make a family.

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"i'm home!" that she was, finally.

haeri came in like the whirlwind she loved to feel like she was and also loved to think jaesun liked her being. or else he would have said something about how she'd grown this habit of running inside the apartment looking for him and not calming her stride until she would eventually find him in one of the various rooms she had to look through.

sometimes it would take just one open door, other times, she'd have to go through the bedroom, the kitchen, the balcony and then the bathroom. yes, up to the bathroom. because ever since they'd moved in together in this very beautiful place that was theirs, their own little home. haeri had grown the habit of wanting to find jaesun, when she knew he was home, get to him first thign before anything else.

she called it setting in some traditions for the future. meaning, for when they move out of the apartment and get a house. meaning when that future ended up adding more people to the house they would buy. until then, haeri could create it, build it. jump right where jaesun was turning in her study room where she found him working on something.

he was always working on something too these days, wood seemed to be the hobby of the time. that mattered none though, she'd found him and he'd been found and he knew what was to come because he was letting go of everything he was doing to welcome a storm of a happy haeri.

"i'm home." she repeated, softer now that she was holding him. her arms thrown over him, her body all but toppling him over on the floor. very safe surface, she'd made sure it was padded for those nights she accidentally spent falling asleep in here.

so no harm done, jaesun was laughing to prove it. holding her tight and she was breathing him in with a few giggles. then, now that this was done and she'd found him, she could eventually resume everything else there was to do in the house. for now though, silence settled over them and jaesun pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"welcome home."

the last step of the tradition was now completed and haeri let herself pull back to take him in. lying under her like he was, looking up at her like he could see the whole world in her eyes. at least, she assuemd that was what was reflected on his expression because haeri was sure that was what was on her face.

she could see the whole world in jaesun's eyes, and in his smile, and feel it when he touched her. wherever he left his mark, she knew that it would end up making their future even brighter than it was now. she believed in so much he could do, so much they could become.

she'd never thought it would be possible, but the faith she had in him and who they were. it was undeniably the strongest feeling she would ever have in life.

"i want a baby." so maybe excuse her for blurting that out without giving him so much as any type of context. all if it was guarded safe in her mind and heart. she was so full of it and not surprised at all when jaesun froze and then straightened at the speed of light itself.

funny enough that his hands did not leave her sides though, or that no distance was put between them despite how sudden his movement was.

"what? don't you?" "well--yeah, but, haeri a baby, baby?" "yeah, a baby. your baby. our baby. a baby, baby. a little you or me, but a little you more. i want a baby, jaesun."

she leaned it as if she had the intention of putting her desires into the real world and even though jaesun looked shellshocked still, he did not protest against her lips. nor did he push against the gentle shove of her body against his to find them back on the floor again.

they definitely did not need to have a baby right now, tonight, or tomorrow, and she would explain more why she'd said it in the moment then. because she'd felt it was important for her to have the need and the idea and the picture of that future with him when she'd never thought she was capable of giving him that hope.

she would let him know of that later on, but for now, she felt too breathless with the knowledge to do anything else but press it into his mouth and feel his hands imprint it against her skin. that they would eventually, in that coming future, do something bigger than joining their lives.

something even bigger than building a home.

they would make a family.

[principalles]

an interview.

@loveurn

where do you see yourself five years from now? 

nowhere else, but right here right now. would anyone wish for something else than the sight jb was now more than used to wake up to in the morning? not every mornings. not all of them. but most of them. lately, he’d been having the thought that this should be remediated, soon, possibly very soon. what would be her reaction if he ever brought it up? the idea seemed almost incongruous to feel nervous about. 

the fact that he now had her almost every mornings, the warmth of her back against his chest when the weather allowed for him to keep her close without feeling much discomfort from the heat sleeping bodies tended to emanate during their slumber. that alone, should have been enough to not make him feel any nerves in the idea of asking her to--move in with him. 

get a place together. or have her settle in permanently with him. hell, he’d even move into her own place if she suggested it. then eventually coerce her into finding one of their own, where they could start over together. for now though, years from now, he was content with the thought of this simple desire to reach over and find her next to him being fulfilled. 

because whether she was body against his, or moved to the other side of the bed so he had to pull her back to him when he was awake and aware of the distance put in during the night. then at times, she would be the one waking him up gently with her hands searching for him, when the nights were cold and blankets were an option, yet jb was the only one that seemed to keep the chills of every morning breeze at bay. 

so, how could he give any other answer but this one when he was asked during every interview where he saw himself in the future? would any men think of anything else but this when they were asked this? maybe if they were, in his shoes, actually answering a question about his career and not his personal life, they might stop themselves from zoning out completely and tuning out the interview to daydream about the possible answers he could boldly give to the interviewer. 

right, so he schooled his feature with a smile, “right here, right now, doing exactly the same thing, i mean if i can say so myself, i am doing pretty good no?” 

he was known for that, wasn’t it? a smile, a jest, some charm, some humor. rectifying, lots of charm. at a current point in his career, jb had even been denied by his own management team to ever be interviewed by female journalists. what a joke, as if he could have ever misbehaved in front of cameras. he could have, and he might have once or twice, but it wasn’t technically his fault when he’d slipped then. technically. 

but enough of technicalities, the next questions had to be slipped through without anymore of him zoning out or thinking about his bed and minzy--who he’d left this morning, with great difficulty. because this interview was at such an early hour that he’d had to get up way before the sun was even up. 

they probably did this sort of set up to get genuine reactions out of the personality they were interviewing. sleepy minds tended to have loose tongues. 

so, what about future projects? 

the future was bright, what else could he say? for example, it resembled something like that apartment he was thinking about with the earlier question. with him and minzy and her little puppy. maybe more puppies along the way. a beautiful kitchen and a library of course. also, matching rings. 

memories of a sunny day, of a white dress, of vows and the solidity of their union in the sight of his ring and her ring when their fingers would find each other and grasp without hesitation. that was where the future was taking him, peacefully like that. a ride that would be maybe not effortless, maybe not without its bumps and obstacles. but if he had her, it would feel that way. at least, he’d make sure to not let it be the way his parents had let themselves be.

to begin with, he and minzy were not together for the same reasons his parents had been. so that was a good beginning. that meant that when jb would become a father, he would be a better one than his own had ever been. in fact, that future could not be without a child in the picture right? a little boy maybe? but no, he was leaning heavily on a little girl. because, a copy paste of minzy would be ten times more adorable. 

not only would it make the future bright, but it made it softer and more soothing. he’d healed from old wounds so well, that he could even envision himself loving something that would come from them without any restraint. without any fear of if he would be good enough to handle something so fragile as the life of a child. but it would be his and hers and he had the strength and ability to love them both equally with everything he could pour out. 

jb had that in him. he’d also completely failed at not zoning out, so he was brought back a bit dazedly, blinking at the sound of his name. 

“ah, right, sorry i was thinking of that future.” and now he really wanted to go back to his apartment and hopefully start working on it in this present day. literally. 

“there is a partnership in the making.” he’d almost slipped there on the word partner, “something i have been working on with someone really close to me, i might have to retire at a certain age but it doesn’t mean i can’t build something else in the meantime.” 

so, much like a legacy you are currently creating? 

this interviewer had all the right words. but he was not going to zone out this time. 

“yes, you could say that. we’re working our ways to the first stage so i can’t say much about it right now, but you’ll know as soon as it is ready to put out in the world.”

it wasn’t a lie, but every words seemed to be bringing him into a double entendre. at least his manager would catch onto it. but jb did have something he was working on, a publishing company that another model and he were seeing if they could fledge out hopefully. the man was a good writer, jb adored his books so it was an investment he was more than interested in seeing to fruition. 

like he’d just told the interviewer as well, it was something that was just in the talks and as such he really couldn’t say more about it. much like the future he envisioned for his personal life too. but time would make it possible, eventually one day, jb will stand by the world and be able to hold that future where it belonged.

right here, right now, with him.