Mr. and Mrs. Wu 3/?
Title: Mr. and Mrs. Wu
Pairing: Kris/Nana
Genre: Action, Fluff, Crack...
A quaint little restaurant hidden in the midst of Seoul, though it was more or less a cafe with an extension of items in the menu. Defintitely not the kind of place that rich people would usually go to, it had class, yes, but it wasn’t that eye-catching. It was quiet and peaceful and if it was to be categorized in some way, it would be classified as a sort of hiding place for artists of many variations.
Musicians would go there to compose the magnum opus of their songs through the comforting silence, Writers would let their mind wander and ideas would spring to life upon watching how the people inside the place would converse and interact animatedly, Painters would get inspiration in a flash just by watching the mere simplicity of the surroundings.
Most prefer to sit on the small lounge chairs situated near the glass windows, some would rather be by themselves on the bar stools by the counter. The scent of spices filled the air.
Inspiration lingered all over.
Though in all of this, one particular factor was always one of the reasons why the said establishment has been fluorishing.
Not only was it a place for artists...
But a sweet rendezvous for lovers.
And they come about sweeter each time.
A certain couple happened to be meeting at that certain moment, relishing the few minutes of being together and making the most of it. With a really tight schedule, they barely see each other in the day time, and during the evening, one of them would eventually find the other sprawled on the bed and sleeping soundly, claiming the rest that the daytime had supposedly taken from them.
It was in this restaurant that they decided to meet, a little bit after 1:13 when they had sat down in front of each other and fed each other the sweetest of words, the most delicious of foods, the most addicting kisses.
In this quaint little restaurant, Kris and Nana decided to play footsie.
Their feet constantly moving about and trying to overpower the other as if playing arm-wrestling... with their feet. However, their expressions mirrored each other, both were staring at each other without any reaction as they drank from their glasses, except for the ocassional grins they would send each other when they got the advantage.
Kris likes to think that it’s highschool all over again.
They are very much in love after all, and adding to the fact that they were husband and wife married for a couple of years now, it’s endearing for other people to see how they looked like they were still in the courting stage of their relationship. It was a muse worth searching for.
That day however, their love was not the only muse. This other muse would spur another talk of the town. Journalists, Photographers and nosy people alike will fling themselves in the spotlight after this. It would be explosive.
Literally, it was explosive.
One minute, Jinah had her feet upon Kris’ lap under the table... and the next Kris was hovering over his wife, looking at each other eye to eye. The scene would have been romantic really, if it weren’t for the big blocks of concrete on threatening to crush Kris’ back. That disgruntled look on her husband’s face made Jinah want to flip tables. But right now, she couldn’t, she was also in pain. She could feel her legs being slowly flattened by another set of concret blocks and it wasn’t helping that Kris was unintentionally pressing down on her.
“Baby,... are you...” Kris grunted again in pain. “A-are you okay?”
Jinah nodded silently, her eyebrows meeting each other as she tried to ignore the searing pain she felt on her legs. Pressing a chaste kiss on her husband’s lips, she reassured him that she’ll be fine but his face could only show his ever growing doubt.
In the nick of time however, rescuemen instantly came to their aid, disposing of the heavy concrete blocks and setting them aside and helping anyone else who requires their further aid. They were both lying limply on the floor in a very uncomfortable manner until Kris forced himself to stand up, with the aid of the medics who came in just a few minutes privy to the rescuemen.
Till death does them part, it would seem. Although their survival meant that it was sans the death part... or at least for now, Kris and Jinah found it extremely unbearable being sent to different rooms in stretchers since both of them had lost the capability to move anything as of the moment, a disability that would linger for quite some time.
“Whoever decided to play Minesweeper near that cafe is gonna get a bitchslap from me.” Jinah closed her eyes irritatedly, preferring to lie down on the not-so comfortable bed than pressing herself to move, with her phone crushed, she summoned a nurse to make a phonecall for her and asked her to leave once she started the call.
“Daddy.” Jinah called with a clearly displeased voice, keeping the endearment as an indicator for how she was plainly fuming with the help of the syllables she had painfully stressed. “The building beside where Kris and I were eating blew up. We’re both in the hospital. No, don’t bother visiting.. and I swear if you send me out on a job for the next couple of weeks, I will make sure your men’s uniforms be dyed pink with big heart designs on their backsides.”
Just then, Kris came in limping towards Jinah’s hospital bed, refusing to use crutches or a wheelchair of anything of the sort, actually. It took a few minutes for the stubborn Chinese man to reach the bed though, considering his damaged stature, and when he did get on the desired location, he flopped down next to his wife, his head cradled in between the crook of Jinah’s neck.
“What’s this about hearts and backsides?”
“Nothing, I was just talking to daddy about... how I love your ass. Uhm...”
An awkward silence fell upon them, and Jinah felt relieved that Kris did not intend to pursue that conversation. It would have been crazy, she thought (because she really did like his ass).
“How’re you hangin’ there?” he asked, voice muffled as he delved his face deeper on the pillow where Jinah’s auburn locks were set upon like threads of golden silk tangled carelessly, a still fresh scent of her shampoo lingering towards Kris’ sense of smell which slowly lulled him to a state of drowsiness.
Kris had been far more damaged than his wife had been, though he had looked like nothing was wrong (when in fact, everything inside his body felt like it was demolished into tiny little pieces and is now in the wrong places). More than anything though he had tried to put up with the pain shooting through his body just to see his wife in a good condition.
“My leg is busted and my body hurts. But you should worry about yourself, you’ve got it worse.” She said with the softest of whispers and snaked her arms around the tall man’s battered body. Kris stiffened for a moment and made a low grunt (or a whine, but Kris never whines because.. well, he’s Kris.)
“It’s no big deal. I’ve experienced things far worse than this... and most of them I experienced alone. ” Kris said with a tone much like a judge deciding a verdict, spoken like a true man. “But you. If you have to suffer alone, that would hurt me more than being crushed again and again between the wall and the floor.”
Kris would willingly become a modern-day Prometheus for his wife, and Jinah thinks she married a saint and that he deserved all kinds of awards right now.
“Besides... Bad boys die hard.”
“Oh dear gosh, Kris, way to ruin a moment.”
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A/N:
WEEEEEE~FINALLY!
I got to finish this update after 2832742846278464629847 years! XD
anyway, I thought I had written a long-ass update but when I looked at the word count.... OTL
it's like my usual one. 1K plus. I FAIL OKAY.
but yeah anyway, read and enjoy!
COMMENTS ARE LOVED. OwO
Pairing: Kris/Nana
Genre: Action, Fluff, Crack...
A quaint little restaurant hidden in the midst of Seoul, though it was more or less a cafe with an extension of items in the menu. Defintitely not the kind of place that rich people would usually go to, it had class, yes, but it wasn’t that eye-catching. It was quiet and peaceful and if it was to be categorized in some way, it would be classified as a sort of hiding place for artists of many variations.
Musicians would go there to compose the magnum opus of their songs through the comforting silence, Writers would let their mind wander and ideas would spring to life upon watching how the people inside the place would converse and interact animatedly, Painters would get inspiration in a flash just by watching the mere simplicity of the surroundings.
Most prefer to sit on the small lounge chairs situated near the glass windows, some would rather be by themselves on the bar stools by the counter. The scent of spices filled the air.
Inspiration lingered all over.
Though in all of this, one particular factor was always one of the reasons why the said establishment has been fluorishing.
Not only was it a place for artists...
But a sweet rendezvous for lovers.
And they come about sweeter each time.
A certain couple happened to be meeting at that certain moment, relishing the few minutes of being together and making the most of it. With a really tight schedule, they barely see each other in the day time, and during the evening, one of them would eventually find the other sprawled on the bed and sleeping soundly, claiming the rest that the daytime had supposedly taken from them.
It was in this restaurant that they decided to meet, a little bit after 1:13 when they had sat down in front of each other and fed each other the sweetest of words, the most delicious of foods, the most addicting kisses.
In this quaint little restaurant, Kris and Nana decided to play footsie.
Their feet constantly moving about and trying to overpower the other as if playing arm-wrestling... with their feet. However, their expressions mirrored each other, both were staring at each other without any reaction as they drank from their glasses, except for the ocassional grins they would send each other when they got the advantage.
Kris likes to think that it’s highschool all over again.
They are very much in love after all, and adding to the fact that they were husband and wife married for a couple of years now, it’s endearing for other people to see how they looked like they were still in the courting stage of their relationship. It was a muse worth searching for.
That day however, their love was not the only muse. This other muse would spur another talk of the town. Journalists, Photographers and nosy people alike will fling themselves in the spotlight after this. It would be explosive.
Literally, it was explosive.
One minute, Jinah had her feet upon Kris’ lap under the table... and the next Kris was hovering over his wife, looking at each other eye to eye. The scene would have been romantic really, if it weren’t for the big blocks of concrete on threatening to crush Kris’ back. That disgruntled look on her husband’s face made Jinah want to flip tables. But right now, she couldn’t, she was also in pain. She could feel her legs being slowly flattened by another set of concret blocks and it wasn’t helping that Kris was unintentionally pressing down on her.
“Baby,... are you...” Kris grunted again in pain. “A-are you okay?”
Jinah nodded silently, her eyebrows meeting each other as she tried to ignore the searing pain she felt on her legs. Pressing a chaste kiss on her husband’s lips, she reassured him that she’ll be fine but his face could only show his ever growing doubt.
In the nick of time however, rescuemen instantly came to their aid, disposing of the heavy concrete blocks and setting them aside and helping anyone else who requires their further aid. They were both lying limply on the floor in a very uncomfortable manner until Kris forced himself to stand up, with the aid of the medics who came in just a few minutes privy to the rescuemen.
Till death does them part, it would seem. Although their survival meant that it was sans the death part... or at least for now, Kris and Jinah found it extremely unbearable being sent to different rooms in stretchers since both of them had lost the capability to move anything as of the moment, a disability that would linger for quite some time.
“Whoever decided to play Minesweeper near that cafe is gonna get a bitchslap from me.” Jinah closed her eyes irritatedly, preferring to lie down on the not-so comfortable bed than pressing herself to move, with her phone crushed, she summoned a nurse to make a phonecall for her and asked her to leave once she started the call.
“Daddy.” Jinah called with a clearly displeased voice, keeping the endearment as an indicator for how she was plainly fuming with the help of the syllables she had painfully stressed. “The building beside where Kris and I were eating blew up. We’re both in the hospital. No, don’t bother visiting.. and I swear if you send me out on a job for the next couple of weeks, I will make sure your men’s uniforms be dyed pink with big heart designs on their backsides.”
Just then, Kris came in limping towards Jinah’s hospital bed, refusing to use crutches or a wheelchair of anything of the sort, actually. It took a few minutes for the stubborn Chinese man to reach the bed though, considering his damaged stature, and when he did get on the desired location, he flopped down next to his wife, his head cradled in between the crook of Jinah’s neck.
“What’s this about hearts and backsides?”
“Nothing, I was just talking to daddy about... how I love your ass. Uhm...”
An awkward silence fell upon them, and Jinah felt relieved that Kris did not intend to pursue that conversation. It would have been crazy, she thought (because she really did like his ass).
“How’re you hangin’ there?” he asked, voice muffled as he delved his face deeper on the pillow where Jinah’s auburn locks were set upon like threads of golden silk tangled carelessly, a still fresh scent of her shampoo lingering towards Kris’ sense of smell which slowly lulled him to a state of drowsiness.
Kris had been far more damaged than his wife had been, though he had looked like nothing was wrong (when in fact, everything inside his body felt like it was demolished into tiny little pieces and is now in the wrong places). More than anything though he had tried to put up with the pain shooting through his body just to see his wife in a good condition.
“My leg is busted and my body hurts. But you should worry about yourself, you’ve got it worse.” She said with the softest of whispers and snaked her arms around the tall man’s battered body. Kris stiffened for a moment and made a low grunt (or a whine, but Kris never whines because.. well, he’s Kris.)
“It’s no big deal. I’ve experienced things far worse than this... and most of them I experienced alone. ” Kris said with a tone much like a judge deciding a verdict, spoken like a true man. “But you. If you have to suffer alone, that would hurt me more than being crushed again and again between the wall and the floor.”
Kris would willingly become a modern-day Prometheus for his wife, and Jinah thinks she married a saint and that he deserved all kinds of awards right now.
“Besides... Bad boys die hard.”
“Oh dear gosh, Kris, way to ruin a moment.”
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A/N:
WEEEEEE~FINALLY!
I got to finish this update after 2832742846278464629847 years! XD
anyway, I thought I had written a long-ass update but when I looked at the word count.... OTL
it's like my usual one. 1K plus. I FAIL OKAY.
but yeah anyway, read and enjoy!
COMMENTS ARE LOVED. OwO