DGCH Fanfic: Interludes in Seven Parts, 1/1 (MR/CH)
Title: Interludes in Seven Parts
Fandom: Delightful Girl Chun-Hyang
Tech Stuff:: PG, CH/MR, spoilers for the whole drama, blahblahblah
A/N: I've been thinking about this little piece off and on for months. I guess I am just addicted to this OTP.
I.
She doesn’t really bring it up, except once. They are in bed, and she is warm as she fits comfortably into the crook of his arm, face turned into him, when out of nowhere she mutters ‘sorry’ into his hair. She repeats it, little break and pause, almost daring him to comment.
But when he looks at her, she shrugs her shoulder and turns away a little. Just as well. Mong-Ryong has never been about the past anyway. So they continue about their previous topic of conversation: namely “Mong-Ryong, if you don’t take time off for our honeymoon, you are dead." She accentuates the ‘dead’ with a punch in the arm, but that arm around her is a little tighter.
II.
Their wedding is a bit of a zoo because of Ji-Hyuk so nobody notices when they sneak out for a kiss or two.
Chun-Hyang is a bit reluctant, but he has always been persuasive when he wants. ‘What if anyone will see, Mong Ryong?’ she demands, but her mouth is inches away as she whispers and the way she looks up at him from under those lashes decides him once and for all.
Besides, they are adults and it’s their wedding day so really, what’s the worst that can happen?
When ‘the worst’ turns out being locked into a closet, and having to bang on the door to be let out by an elderly and mildly scandalized (if indulgent) great-aunt, Mong-Ryong knows he might as well die of laughter. If Chun-Hyung doesn’t kill him first.
III.
They have gotten quite a lot of wedding presents: cash, cards, things useful and not (why would anyone think they need a small pink sculpture of a hugging couple is beyond him), and a check from Ji-Hyuk and Da-Ni with so many zeros it makes his head spin, a little (Da-Ni drew little red hearts all over it, for effect). Byun Hak-Do sent no present which is, in Mong-Ryong’s opinion, the best present of all.
There is probably something wrong with him because he thinks he’s never seen anything more gorgeous than Chun-Hyang, sitting cross-legged on the fancy bed in the honeymoon suite, counting the loot, acquisitive glee evident in every line of her, tongue stuck out slightly in concentration.
She is not broke any more, hasn’t been for a long time (and won’t be ever, either he promises himself), but hey, some habits are incurable.
It almost makes him reluctant to interrupt her gloating. Almost. He mouths ‘you can count it later, alright?’ as he moves to the bed.
IV.
She is never not keeping her factory, but her buyers are in Seoul and so are his parents. And she’s always wanted a family, but he is still surprised when she is the one who sugests living with his parents.
That doesn't make it any better when they end up having their first married fight over, what else, his mother.
It doesn't last long, of course, and soon she is sniffling into his shoulder, and he is stroking her hair, and he can't remember who apologizes first.
They advance step by slow step.
Ahh, the joys of adulthood.
V.
He comes home one evening to find her already there, frowning over the glossy college brochures.
“I am going to be the oldest student there,” she frets into his shoulder, as he scoots down next to her and tries to manually smooth her wrinkes with his thumbs.
Normally, that sort of goofiness would earn him an outraged ‘Mong-Ryong!’ and maybe a shove, but she doesn’t respond at all so he tries another tack. A verbal one. “Hey, you are going to be the only student running your own factory, too, so there.” Pause.
And then he cannot resist adding, “And the one with the hottest husband, too!”
That does earn him a “Mong-Ryong” and a shove and the world has righted itself again and as she tackles him, she is smiling.
“You…you…! Conceited!”
“I can’t help it if you find me irresistable.”
“Huh. What a joke.”
Another shove and they topple off the sofa, a tangle of arms, legs, and brochures. She ends up on top.
Her hair is hanging down, falling into his face and as he moves it out of the way, he runs his fingers through it, a little.
She stills, as much as Chun-Hyang ever stills, and he isn’t sure whether it’s his hand, hooked at the back of her head drawing her closer, or whether she is leaning in herself. There is no doubt her lips are parted though, and her eyes closed.
But she is still game.
“As if.”
“You do realize you are proving my point?” he comments mildly.
And now he’s on top.
His suit it hopelessly wrinked and will have to be taken to the cleaners, and he doesn’t think his tie can be salvaged at all. Oh well, that’s the penalty you got to pay for married life. He can be incredibly philosophical, it seems.
VI.
One sunny Wednesday she takes time off school to see him in court. It happens to be a drug trafficking case, but nothing particularly major. No fireworks, verbal or otherwise, in the courtroom, as the accused is booked. The Judge looks a bit bored with the whole thing.
He doesn’t know she is there, which is just as well, as he needs his mind on the job. He sees her as he is walking out, and now he knows whose eyes were boring into his back.
“Miss me so much you couldn’t wait for me to get home?”
“Ha! I just still haven’t adjusted to the fact you are hardworking.”
‘I am always hard-working.’
That earns him an eye-roll. ‘Lee Mong-Ryong, who knew you’d grow up so smart? Must have been some sort of miracle,’ she comments, falling in step.
‘What, can’t get enough of me?’ he grins at her, and she opens her mouth but before she has a chance to say anything, he mimics her ‘What a joke!’ and grins again as she half-heartedly swings her bag at him.
‘Why do you even need me? You can clearly carry both sides of the conversation by yourself.’ That is accompanied by a huff but her hand when he reaches for it is warm.
VII.
It’s lunchtime, and he’s forgotten his lunch (again) and as Mong-Ryong is about to walk out to hunt for a substitute, he greeted by the sight of Chun-Hyung cowing the support staff in the anteroom with cheerful efficiency.
Outside, she thrusts a small box into his hands, muttering aspersions on his ability to remember his lunch as they are walking to the car. ‘You never take care of yourself and I don’t need a sick husband, thanks. Medicine is expensive, and wasted on you as you won’t take it anyhow. Might as well nip it in the bud. Eat, I skipped class to bring this, so you better like it, you know.’
Skipped class? The sky has fallen in, or it seems like it.
'You are contageous, you know? How many classes did you skip in college? Into triple digits, I bet. And now you are making me skip school, too. Just because you can’t remember your own lunch.’ She is punctuating her speech with punches on the arm: ‘You are’ (punch)’ ‘a contageous’ (punch) ‘public menace’ (two punches).
He thinks he would make an extremely smug public menace indeed and proceeds to make that (of course) known to Chun-Hyung.
She looks up at him: ‘Well, I do know a good prosecutor. But I am afraid he is about to be otherwise occupied.’
He recognizes the gleam in her eye. His car is right there, and it’s his lunch break, anyway.
‘I have a feeling you are about to skip another class.’
‘Convince me.’
'Deal.'
Fandom: Delightful Girl Chun-Hyang
Tech Stuff:: PG, CH/MR, spoilers for the whole drama, blahblahblah
A/N: I've been thinking about this little piece off and on for months. I guess I am just addicted to this OTP.
I.
She doesn’t really bring it up, except once. They are in bed, and she is warm as she fits comfortably into the crook of his arm, face turned into him, when out of nowhere she mutters ‘sorry’ into his hair. She repeats it, little break and pause, almost daring him to comment.
But when he looks at her, she shrugs her shoulder and turns away a little. Just as well. Mong-Ryong has never been about the past anyway. So they continue about their previous topic of conversation: namely “Mong-Ryong, if you don’t take time off for our honeymoon, you are dead." She accentuates the ‘dead’ with a punch in the arm, but that arm around her is a little tighter.
II.
Their wedding is a bit of a zoo because of Ji-Hyuk so nobody notices when they sneak out for a kiss or two.
Chun-Hyang is a bit reluctant, but he has always been persuasive when he wants. ‘What if anyone will see, Mong Ryong?’ she demands, but her mouth is inches away as she whispers and the way she looks up at him from under those lashes decides him once and for all.
Besides, they are adults and it’s their wedding day so really, what’s the worst that can happen?
When ‘the worst’ turns out being locked into a closet, and having to bang on the door to be let out by an elderly and mildly scandalized (if indulgent) great-aunt, Mong-Ryong knows he might as well die of laughter. If Chun-Hyung doesn’t kill him first.
III.
They have gotten quite a lot of wedding presents: cash, cards, things useful and not (why would anyone think they need a small pink sculpture of a hugging couple is beyond him), and a check from Ji-Hyuk and Da-Ni with so many zeros it makes his head spin, a little (Da-Ni drew little red hearts all over it, for effect). Byun Hak-Do sent no present which is, in Mong-Ryong’s opinion, the best present of all.
There is probably something wrong with him because he thinks he’s never seen anything more gorgeous than Chun-Hyang, sitting cross-legged on the fancy bed in the honeymoon suite, counting the loot, acquisitive glee evident in every line of her, tongue stuck out slightly in concentration.
She is not broke any more, hasn’t been for a long time (and won’t be ever, either he promises himself), but hey, some habits are incurable.
It almost makes him reluctant to interrupt her gloating. Almost. He mouths ‘you can count it later, alright?’ as he moves to the bed.
IV.
She is never not keeping her factory, but her buyers are in Seoul and so are his parents. And she’s always wanted a family, but he is still surprised when she is the one who sugests living with his parents.
That doesn't make it any better when they end up having their first married fight over, what else, his mother.
It doesn't last long, of course, and soon she is sniffling into his shoulder, and he is stroking her hair, and he can't remember who apologizes first.
They advance step by slow step.
Ahh, the joys of adulthood.
V.
He comes home one evening to find her already there, frowning over the glossy college brochures.
“I am going to be the oldest student there,” she frets into his shoulder, as he scoots down next to her and tries to manually smooth her wrinkes with his thumbs.
Normally, that sort of goofiness would earn him an outraged ‘Mong-Ryong!’ and maybe a shove, but she doesn’t respond at all so he tries another tack. A verbal one. “Hey, you are going to be the only student running your own factory, too, so there.” Pause.
And then he cannot resist adding, “And the one with the hottest husband, too!”
That does earn him a “Mong-Ryong” and a shove and the world has righted itself again and as she tackles him, she is smiling.
“You…you…! Conceited!”
“I can’t help it if you find me irresistable.”
“Huh. What a joke.”
Another shove and they topple off the sofa, a tangle of arms, legs, and brochures. She ends up on top.
Her hair is hanging down, falling into his face and as he moves it out of the way, he runs his fingers through it, a little.
She stills, as much as Chun-Hyang ever stills, and he isn’t sure whether it’s his hand, hooked at the back of her head drawing her closer, or whether she is leaning in herself. There is no doubt her lips are parted though, and her eyes closed.
But she is still game.
“As if.”
“You do realize you are proving my point?” he comments mildly.
And now he’s on top.
His suit it hopelessly wrinked and will have to be taken to the cleaners, and he doesn’t think his tie can be salvaged at all. Oh well, that’s the penalty you got to pay for married life. He can be incredibly philosophical, it seems.
VI.
One sunny Wednesday she takes time off school to see him in court. It happens to be a drug trafficking case, but nothing particularly major. No fireworks, verbal or otherwise, in the courtroom, as the accused is booked. The Judge looks a bit bored with the whole thing.
He doesn’t know she is there, which is just as well, as he needs his mind on the job. He sees her as he is walking out, and now he knows whose eyes were boring into his back.
“Miss me so much you couldn’t wait for me to get home?”
“Ha! I just still haven’t adjusted to the fact you are hardworking.”
‘I am always hard-working.’
That earns him an eye-roll. ‘Lee Mong-Ryong, who knew you’d grow up so smart? Must have been some sort of miracle,’ she comments, falling in step.
‘What, can’t get enough of me?’ he grins at her, and she opens her mouth but before she has a chance to say anything, he mimics her ‘What a joke!’ and grins again as she half-heartedly swings her bag at him.
‘Why do you even need me? You can clearly carry both sides of the conversation by yourself.’ That is accompanied by a huff but her hand when he reaches for it is warm.
VII.
It’s lunchtime, and he’s forgotten his lunch (again) and as Mong-Ryong is about to walk out to hunt for a substitute, he greeted by the sight of Chun-Hyung cowing the support staff in the anteroom with cheerful efficiency.
Outside, she thrusts a small box into his hands, muttering aspersions on his ability to remember his lunch as they are walking to the car. ‘You never take care of yourself and I don’t need a sick husband, thanks. Medicine is expensive, and wasted on you as you won’t take it anyhow. Might as well nip it in the bud. Eat, I skipped class to bring this, so you better like it, you know.’
Skipped class? The sky has fallen in, or it seems like it.
'You are contageous, you know? How many classes did you skip in college? Into triple digits, I bet. And now you are making me skip school, too. Just because you can’t remember your own lunch.’ She is punctuating her speech with punches on the arm: ‘You are’ (punch)’ ‘a contageous’ (punch) ‘public menace’ (two punches).
He thinks he would make an extremely smug public menace indeed and proceeds to make that (of course) known to Chun-Hyung.
She looks up at him: ‘Well, I do know a good prosecutor. But I am afraid he is about to be otherwise occupied.’
He recognizes the gleam in her eye. His car is right there, and it’s his lunch break, anyway.
‘I have a feeling you are about to skip another class.’
‘Convince me.’
'Deal.'