this dream isn't feeling sweet.
this dream isn't feeling sweet.
kris/girl!suho, past!luhan/girl!suho - g - fluff - 1408 words
Joonhee's life is monotonous and tiring.
Joonhee sighs as she looks at the clock. It’s nearly ten PM. She should get some sleep.
She places a bookmark in between the pages of the book she’s reading, trying to recall how many times she’s read it before. This is her life now: wake up, take a shower, eat, read a book, try to talk to her old friends, eat again, and sleep. Rinse and repeat. Joonhee’s been stationary for the past few weeks, waiting and waiting for her fiancé who doesn’t even show a bit of interest into getting to know her.
Her family announced that she would be getting married to the heir of the Wu Corporation, Yifan. Of course Joonhee was against it; this is her life, her partner in life that they’re talking about. Suddenly, they’re just taking away the chance for her to find the love of her life, to take the plunge into the scary depths of love on her own. They’re treating her like she’s an offering, and she really hated it.
Maybe it was also because she had to let go of someone, someone she thought she could really have something with. His name was Luhan, and he’s been friends with Joonhee ever since he moved to Korea during sophomore year in high school. A part of her knew that they lived in two different worlds; even if they always tried to reach out to each other, with shy glances and soft laughter, with eyes that always want to look deep into each other’s soul, with a connection that neither of them can deny, it was never meant to be.
The Wu family bought a condominium unit, one that Yifan and Joonhee would stay in once they got married and the companies have officially merged. Joonhee’s been living here for the past few weeks, hoping that Yifan would at the very least try to put in some effort into making this feel like an actual relationship. Other than the arranged lunches and visits that their parents force them to go to just so that they would actually talk, Yifan seems to not care at all.
“Mother, I’m twenty-one years old! I don’t need you to arrange ‘playdates’ with him for me,” Joonhee once complained. Nothing good ever came from her complaints, and in the end, she had to endure an hour of awkwardness with someone who was more interested at his phone than social interaction with his future wife.
Joonhee still noticed the bags under his eyes, the way he would sigh and space out every now and then. She still noticed the clear signs that the person she’s facing is a tired person, a young man with experiences and memories and stress that makes him look like he’s grown decades older than his actual age. Joonhee felt sorry for him, she still does, but she didn’t know if she could change anything about the life that he’s living now just by marrying him.
The bedroom door suddenly opens, and Yifan bursts in, dropping his briefcase to the side and tugging off his necktie. Joonhee is surprised to see him, and she’s even more surprised when he takes off his shoes and climbs into bed with her. Yifan lies down with his head on Joonhee’s shoulder and his arms wrapped around her waist.
“Work was horrible today. Dad made me talk to client after client, company after company, but they all said the same thing. They’re not willing to make business in a company that’s starting to go bankrupt,” Yifan mutters, sighing audibly. Joonhee’s hand naturally finds its way to Yifan’s hair, stroking it lightly. The pleased hum that escapes Yifan’s lips is enough encouragement for Joonhee to keep going.
“What are you doing, Yifan?” asks Joonhee. “You don’t talk to me, you don’t seem like you care about me, and now you’re here, in a house that’s practically all mine, lying down in bed with me. It’s strange. I thought you didn’t acknowledge my existence.”
Yifan sighs. “We’re going to get married, Joonhee. It’s weird to think about it; I never thought I’d be the poor guy that gets married at twenty-two years old with a pretty stranger that his parents chose for him. But there’s a reason why my parents bought this unit for us even if the date of the wedding hasn’t even been discussed. We have to get to know each other. We have to try and pretend that this is a relationship, even if we are just two strangers that have been put together for some strange reason.”
It’s Joonhee’s turn to sigh. She slides down on the bed a little, pulling Yifan so that his head lies in the crook of her neck. His breath against her skin is a little ticklish, and the feeling of his large hands on her waist, the warmth of his skin travelling to hers, makes her melt slowly, sliding lower and lower until she’s the one who’s being cradled in Yifan’s arms, head resting in the crook of his neck.
They’re cuddling. It’s weird. They barely know each other, but now their bodies are pressed together in the most innocent and yet intimate way, an embrace that has Joonhee’s breath hitching and her heart beating faster. She can feel Yifan’s heartbeat too, mimicking the growing speed of hers.
This is the closest they’ve ever been, physically and emotionally. This is the first time she’s ever understood how hopeless he feels in this situation too. This is the first time he’s ever shown something other than the image of a cold city boy who only thinks of business every single second of the day. This is the first time Joonhee’s ever thought of Yifan as more than just an empty face, a name that she’ll see on her marriage certificate or maybe the one she’ll see if she files for divorce.
“Have you eaten dinner yet?” Joonhee asks, breaking the peaceful silence. She feels Yifan shaking his head above her. Joonhee rolls her eyes and sits up.
“It’s past ten in the evening and you haven’t eaten anything?” Yifan shakes his head, a little shy and sheepish. Joonhee gets out of bed and tries to pull him up. “Come on, I’m going to try and cook something for you.”
She brushes off some imaginary dust on her shirt. Joonhee’s about to leave the room, and then she hears Yifan say something. “What?” she asks.
“Joonhee,” Yifan calls gently. “Come here.”
Joonhee walks to the side of the bed, head slightly tilted to the side in confusion. “Come closer,” Yifan says. She places her hand on the mattress and leans forward.
Yifan raises his hand and brushes away the hair on her forehead. It’s strangely intimate, and Joonhee finds herself blushing and looking away. Just when she thought it was over, Yifan cups her cheek with his large hand and leans up to kiss her softly on the lips.
There are no sparks or fireworks or butterflies in Joonhee’s stomach. She’s a twenty-one year old woman and she knows the difference between fairytales and reality.
This is a whole different fairytale on its own. She feels the warmth of his lips on hers, of his palm on her face. She feels the care that he takes when he holds her. She vaguely senses his other hand moving, and then she recognizes his hand taking hers and lacing their fingers together, squeezing lightly when she feels his long fingers stroking her skin.
Yifan pulls away, a soft smile on his face. “Let’s have dinner.”
Joonhee mirrors the smile on his face, pulling him up so that they could go to the kitchen together and find something to eat. In the end, Joonhee gives up on frying an egg and she calls the Chinese restaurant across their building, ordering fried rice and dumplings. They wait for the delivery guy and watch teen drama reruns on the couch. Joonhee leans on Yifan’s chest, clearly invested in the show, while Yifan plays with the strands of her long hair, trying to ignore the sounds his stomach is making.
At the end of the day, Yifan slides his arm around Joonhee’s waist and pulls her back against his chest. It’s the first time they’ve ever done this, and Joonhee’s hoping that it’s always going to be like this, that every day, Joonhee’s going to find more and more reasons for her to stay.
a/n: i love you, krishee tlist
krishee tlist is my forever fave <33
kris/girl!suho, past!luhan/girl!suho - g - fluff - 1408 words
Joonhee's life is monotonous and tiring.
Joonhee sighs as she looks at the clock. It’s nearly ten PM. She should get some sleep.
She places a bookmark in between the pages of the book she’s reading, trying to recall how many times she’s read it before. This is her life now: wake up, take a shower, eat, read a book, try to talk to her old friends, eat again, and sleep. Rinse and repeat. Joonhee’s been stationary for the past few weeks, waiting and waiting for her fiancé who doesn’t even show a bit of interest into getting to know her.
Her family announced that she would be getting married to the heir of the Wu Corporation, Yifan. Of course Joonhee was against it; this is her life, her partner in life that they’re talking about. Suddenly, they’re just taking away the chance for her to find the love of her life, to take the plunge into the scary depths of love on her own. They’re treating her like she’s an offering, and she really hated it.
Maybe it was also because she had to let go of someone, someone she thought she could really have something with. His name was Luhan, and he’s been friends with Joonhee ever since he moved to Korea during sophomore year in high school. A part of her knew that they lived in two different worlds; even if they always tried to reach out to each other, with shy glances and soft laughter, with eyes that always want to look deep into each other’s soul, with a connection that neither of them can deny, it was never meant to be.
The Wu family bought a condominium unit, one that Yifan and Joonhee would stay in once they got married and the companies have officially merged. Joonhee’s been living here for the past few weeks, hoping that Yifan would at the very least try to put in some effort into making this feel like an actual relationship. Other than the arranged lunches and visits that their parents force them to go to just so that they would actually talk, Yifan seems to not care at all.
“Mother, I’m twenty-one years old! I don’t need you to arrange ‘playdates’ with him for me,” Joonhee once complained. Nothing good ever came from her complaints, and in the end, she had to endure an hour of awkwardness with someone who was more interested at his phone than social interaction with his future wife.
Joonhee still noticed the bags under his eyes, the way he would sigh and space out every now and then. She still noticed the clear signs that the person she’s facing is a tired person, a young man with experiences and memories and stress that makes him look like he’s grown decades older than his actual age. Joonhee felt sorry for him, she still does, but she didn’t know if she could change anything about the life that he’s living now just by marrying him.
The bedroom door suddenly opens, and Yifan bursts in, dropping his briefcase to the side and tugging off his necktie. Joonhee is surprised to see him, and she’s even more surprised when he takes off his shoes and climbs into bed with her. Yifan lies down with his head on Joonhee’s shoulder and his arms wrapped around her waist.
“Work was horrible today. Dad made me talk to client after client, company after company, but they all said the same thing. They’re not willing to make business in a company that’s starting to go bankrupt,” Yifan mutters, sighing audibly. Joonhee’s hand naturally finds its way to Yifan’s hair, stroking it lightly. The pleased hum that escapes Yifan’s lips is enough encouragement for Joonhee to keep going.
“What are you doing, Yifan?” asks Joonhee. “You don’t talk to me, you don’t seem like you care about me, and now you’re here, in a house that’s practically all mine, lying down in bed with me. It’s strange. I thought you didn’t acknowledge my existence.”
Yifan sighs. “We’re going to get married, Joonhee. It’s weird to think about it; I never thought I’d be the poor guy that gets married at twenty-two years old with a pretty stranger that his parents chose for him. But there’s a reason why my parents bought this unit for us even if the date of the wedding hasn’t even been discussed. We have to get to know each other. We have to try and pretend that this is a relationship, even if we are just two strangers that have been put together for some strange reason.”
It’s Joonhee’s turn to sigh. She slides down on the bed a little, pulling Yifan so that his head lies in the crook of her neck. His breath against her skin is a little ticklish, and the feeling of his large hands on her waist, the warmth of his skin travelling to hers, makes her melt slowly, sliding lower and lower until she’s the one who’s being cradled in Yifan’s arms, head resting in the crook of his neck.
They’re cuddling. It’s weird. They barely know each other, but now their bodies are pressed together in the most innocent and yet intimate way, an embrace that has Joonhee’s breath hitching and her heart beating faster. She can feel Yifan’s heartbeat too, mimicking the growing speed of hers.
This is the closest they’ve ever been, physically and emotionally. This is the first time she’s ever understood how hopeless he feels in this situation too. This is the first time he’s ever shown something other than the image of a cold city boy who only thinks of business every single second of the day. This is the first time Joonhee’s ever thought of Yifan as more than just an empty face, a name that she’ll see on her marriage certificate or maybe the one she’ll see if she files for divorce.
“Have you eaten dinner yet?” Joonhee asks, breaking the peaceful silence. She feels Yifan shaking his head above her. Joonhee rolls her eyes and sits up.
“It’s past ten in the evening and you haven’t eaten anything?” Yifan shakes his head, a little shy and sheepish. Joonhee gets out of bed and tries to pull him up. “Come on, I’m going to try and cook something for you.”
She brushes off some imaginary dust on her shirt. Joonhee’s about to leave the room, and then she hears Yifan say something. “What?” she asks.
“Joonhee,” Yifan calls gently. “Come here.”
Joonhee walks to the side of the bed, head slightly tilted to the side in confusion. “Come closer,” Yifan says. She places her hand on the mattress and leans forward.
Yifan raises his hand and brushes away the hair on her forehead. It’s strangely intimate, and Joonhee finds herself blushing and looking away. Just when she thought it was over, Yifan cups her cheek with his large hand and leans up to kiss her softly on the lips.
There are no sparks or fireworks or butterflies in Joonhee’s stomach. She’s a twenty-one year old woman and she knows the difference between fairytales and reality.
This is a whole different fairytale on its own. She feels the warmth of his lips on hers, of his palm on her face. She feels the care that he takes when he holds her. She vaguely senses his other hand moving, and then she recognizes his hand taking hers and lacing their fingers together, squeezing lightly when she feels his long fingers stroking her skin.
Yifan pulls away, a soft smile on his face. “Let’s have dinner.”
Joonhee mirrors the smile on his face, pulling him up so that they could go to the kitchen together and find something to eat. In the end, Joonhee gives up on frying an egg and she calls the Chinese restaurant across their building, ordering fried rice and dumplings. They wait for the delivery guy and watch teen drama reruns on the couch. Joonhee leans on Yifan’s chest, clearly invested in the show, while Yifan plays with the strands of her long hair, trying to ignore the sounds his stomach is making.
At the end of the day, Yifan slides his arm around Joonhee’s waist and pulls her back against his chest. It’s the first time they’ve ever done this, and Joonhee’s hoping that it’s always going to be like this, that every day, Joonhee’s going to find more and more reasons for her to stay.
a/n: i love you, krishee tlist
krishee tlist is my forever fave <33