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agnes @kidelder / a sideblog for lou exclusively. the morе i remember, thе more they fade. i can't hold you back from disappearing. that day, the sea was very warm. it still seems as if you're grabbing my hand. in the shining sunlight, there was you and me. my heart ached with happiness in this dream.

[yibyeol]

"ah — " truth be told, she hasn't really expected him to be home. not until she's right in front of his door, having knocked several times while still thinking about how she could pretend she hasn't made the trip all the way if no one answered the door. "you're home." jean says blankly, staring at his face for a moment. only then does she seem to remember the reason she came at all, lifting the bag in her hand with a small, casual shrug. "i accidentally made too much japchae. i'm here to pass you that."

[leejiieuns]

❛ can you forgive me? ❜

[yibyeol]

"i'm not quite sure i know how to answer that." she says, gaze darting away, "thanks for asking, anyway."

[leejiieuns]

James chuckled, unable to say she was wrong, because he was there to kill her, after all. "It's my lucky day then," he said, the smile not slipping off his face, but he remained guarded. After all, if she was as good as the report he was given said she was, she could kill him in a second. "How about you don't kill me and just let me do my job? It's nothing personal, I promise."

[yibyeol]

"wrong answer. when i say i'm open for negotiation, it means i'm looking for a win-win situation." riley responses, returning the smile just as easy as she gestures between them. all she could attempt right now is stall, for all she knows, she isn't exactly in the mood to find out for herself if he's as good as his file suggested. not when her own life is on the line now, which is a bigger concern to her. "c'mon, i know you're smart. don't you get it? there's a way to not make this personal at all, kent."

[leejiieuns]

"I just want to learn more about you, is all," Wren said after throwing him a look, not at all surprised that he wasn't very forthcoming on anything about himself. "Everything here is just..." she looked around, trying to find the right word before her gaze fell on his again. "..interesting. It just makes me curious about what your life was like. I mean, surely this has a story?" She looked at him expectantly, gesturing to the artifact on the shelf nearest to her.

[yibyeol]

dean swiftly ignores her earlier comment without much reaction, taking no offense if any was even intended. instead, his eyes follow her gesture, only lingering for a moment too long at the vase, as if something about it tugs at a distant memory. "this thing is probably older than both of us." he considers leaving it at that, unsure if he even wants to share more, or what exactly. yet the look on her face ... "we used to put fresh flowers in it every week, until father decided it's too much hassle taking care of things that die easily." dean says, words slipping out easier than he's expected in a tone too casual for what they truly imply. good, he thinks, it's way too long ago anyway. eyes flicking back to her, head tilting slightly, "are you the type who likes flowers? you can take this back with you, if you want. or sell it too. it's worth quite a bit."

[leejiieuns]

"Are you insinuating I don't have a heart or a conscience?" Junho inquired, eyebrows furrowing as he regarded her. Not that he really had any ground to stand on to protest otherwise, the last few years being evidence and all. Still, he hardly thought that comment was necessary for a game of Go Fish. "You know," he started, lowering his gaze to his cards as he shuffled them. "-- the sooner you get over me, the easier this whole living together situation would be." A ghost of a smirk played upon his lips.

[yibyeol]

her fingers tighten slightly around her cards, eyes narrowing just enough. "i don't know, you tell me. i think you seem the type anyway. there's a lack of — " yeonju gestures with her cards vaguely, as if that explains just exactly how he makes her feel just by playing cards together " — something with you." almost rolling her eyes, she reminds herself it's just some silly card games that she really, really wants to win, and that she should have better attitude to someone offering her a place to stay. "oh, don't flatter yourself. i got over you ages ago." and then she sits up straighter, determined to redirect her focus back on the game. "go on, try not to cheat this time. you look suspicious every single round to me."

[leejiieuns]

"Of course, I did," she said, grinning at him before she placed another set of side dishes on the table between them. "First official breakfast in our new place, we need to have it together." Iseul sat on the other side, unable to hide her excitement over the apartment. Finally, she thought. "I also may have cooked way too much, so I hope you're hungry."

[yibyeol]

truthfully, jihoon’s lifestyle habits aren’t the best — his job doesn’t exactly allow for structured meals or proper rest. however, it doesn't mean he couldn't try to maintain having one whenever he could, he thinks as he sits at the table, watching iseul set down another dish with that unmistakable excitement in her eyes. "didn't take you for the anniversary-celebrating type." he responds genuinely, already picking up his chopsticks. "you really went all out, huh?" he exhales a laugh — amused and pleasant —, some exhaustion from the previous night's unexpected emergency shift washing away as he glances at the spread before them. "you should've told me, i should've at least helped."

[leejiieuns]

Seungmin had to stop the sides of his lips from lifting, knowing that what they were doing wasn't a smiling matter -- and yet, he was pleased. He always liked it better when he was able to spend some time alone with Harim. "I actually prefer it sometimes," he said slowly, almost reluctantly, as if he was afraid of the confession, lifting gaze from the documents he was reading to meet hers, only slightly worried he looked too excited. "I mean -- I like the quiet when it's just the two of us. The others can be so chaotic sometimes." A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

[yibyeol]

"right? i am always five minutes away from a headache," she agrees, laughing lightly. not that the others are to be blamed for, of course — most of her headaches stem from other matters, like lack of sleep. "unfortunately, quiet is the one thing you'll not be getting tonight." closing the distance between them as she walks over from the window to where he sits, her hands reach out to take the documents out of his hands. "there’s a new night market nearby. come with me?" harim speaks, head tilting as she studies his expressions. her invitation could easily be framed as a simple attempt to get him to take a break, but beneath it lies a quieter intent — an excuse to steal a little more time with him. it's spring, after all. "and i heard the cherry blossoms are also in full bloom." an inviting grin settles on her face, and as if fearing that isn't enough, she adds on, "it'd be my first time seeing those this year."

[leejiieuns]

"Oh?" She turned to look at him, unable to stop the surprise from showing on her face. "What was it about?" God, how could she even stay calm about this? He had a way of making her feel like her heart was beating at a hundred miles per hour. "You know," she started, trying to sound even just a little bit nonchalant, but sure she was failing. "I read somewhere that if you dream about someone it means you were thinking of them."

[yibyeol]

does he remember the entirety of the dream? no. does he think he remembers enough to perhaps fill in the blanks himself? probably. if one thing is for sure, it's how he wakes up feeling such a rush that lasted the entire morning and has him still smiling an idiot even after getting a bad review on his page for delivering an order fifteen minutes late. "you know," he responds, mimicking her tone a little as he shrugs a shoulder, trying to appear casual, "i also heard before that if you dream about someone, it means that person is thinking about you before you fall asleep." a teasing glint in his eyes, and then, "have you been thinking about me?"

[yibyeol]

"you waited for me? with breakfast too?"

[yibyeol]

"i had a dream about you."

[yibyeol]

"looks like it's just us again."

[leejiieuns]

❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜

[yibyeol]

"maybe that just means i still have a heart and a conscience. sound familiar?"

[leejiieuns]

❛ are you going to kill me? ❜

[yibyeol]

"and you say that like you wouldn’t do the same to me the first chance you got. lucky for you, i'm also very open to negotiation."

[leejiieuns]

❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜

[yibyeol]

"i'm afraid you'll have to narrow it down. lots of things happened here — are we talking about the thing from last night, or the thing from earlier today? or the thing from five minutes ago?" typical move from him, answering a question with another. "why, something bothering you?"

[leejiieuns]

He was dreaming. Surely, he was dreaming. What other explanation could be there for Rachel to be fluttering around their kitchen, making breakfast like everything was normal? Like he hadn't just stood at her grave two weeks ago, his heart shattering into a million little pieces as they lowered her to the ground? And yet, there she stood, so real, so -- alive. Her voice as clear as day. "I'm.. I--" What could he even say? That she had been gone? That he had watched her die and she shouldn't be here? But just as he was filled with disbelief, he was also filled with longing, and if this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up.

"I missed you," he said, trying to keep the pain from his voice so to not alarm her, afraid to burst his newfound bubble. Eli touched her arm and gently pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her in an embrace. He could cry; the smell of her shampoo engulfing his senses, and he thought he would never get to experience this again. Gingerly, reluctantly, he let go and looked at her. "You should have woken me when you did. I could have helped with breakfast."

[yibyeol]

something feels … off—odd in a way she can't quite put her finger on. is it his tone? the look in his eyes? a flicker of unease sparks in her chest, and mild confusion begins to creep in. her brows knit together, and a more serious expression settles over her features as she watches him carefully, searching for clues to whatever it is that doesn't feel right. yet nothing about his words, or the hug feel unusual, and she leans into the embrace, wrapping her arms wrap around him loosely as she gives his back a few light pats. "you just saw me yesterday," she states, pulling back to look at him, eyes searching his face. "or did you have a bad dream?" she finishes, a faint smile tugging at her lips. her hands linger on his arms as she tilts her head, studying him with the same mild curiosity she’d use if he'd misplaced his keys or forgot to shut the windows overnight.

but it still gnaws at her—a flicker of uncertainty that refuses to settle. he looks... different. tired, maybe. his gaze holds a strange intensity, and she couldn't quite decide if she's simply thinking too much, or not. she steps back slightly, enough to create a sliver of space between them, her tone soft but questioning. "do you want to get some more sleep? you look tired, breakfast can wait for a little while."

[leejiieuns]

muse: eli choi, trauma surgeon / @yibyeol

He woke with a start, and for a second, Eli forgot where he was. His eyes adjusted to the bright morning light seeping through the gray blinds, coating his bedroom in a hue of yellow, and he remembered. With a sharp exhale, he pulled the comforter up to his head, unwilling to start the day. Ever since she died, Eli felt like nothing mattered—especially not the job he hadn’t shown up to in the past two weeks. What was the point in trying to save lives when he couldn’t save the one that mattered?

Then, a noise came from the kitchen, and he remembered that was what had woken him in the first place. His brows furrowed as he got up and made his way toward the sound, wondering what on earth could be making it. And then he saw her—the love of his life who had died almost a month ago, looking anything but dead—and all the color left his face. “Wh… What?”

[yibyeol]

muse: rachel ryu, er nurse

there’s nothing out of the ordinary that morning; everything is as usual, and once again, rachel has failed her daily goal of not accidentally burning an egg. at least the first one anyway, the second one always proves to be easier, having learnt that sometimes multitasking has more cons than pros like when one of the tasks is frying eggs. pleased for a brief moment, she has decided to ride on the high and crack another egg onto the pan, only to let out a whisper-yelp of a curse when egg's contents slide out, accompanied by a sickly odor.

"oh shit shit--" the frying pan is dumped into the sink, and before she could clean the mess up, a witness has already arrived at the scene. "don't laugh!" she says, pointing a finger at him jokingly. bout to turn back to the task on hand, she does a double take instead. "why do you look surprised? not like you haven't seen me burning things before, but in this case, it's really not my fault." not that she really takes any offense, but in a rather good mood, she shuffles closer to him and pushes him toward the dining table, a smile growing. "come on, let's have breakfast. i can't tell if it's my stomach's growling or if it's yours now."

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