fic: inter nos
Title: inter nos
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Gaeul/Yijung
Notes: Quick, short, and hopefully sweet. Merry...day after Christmas!
Summary: In which there is apron-tugging, old flames, and Hawaii. There is a reason Yijung loves Gaeul.
Yijung’s not used to girls like Gaeul, who will look at him, eyebrows raised, when he’s being ridiculous, instead of humoring him because his money and looks demand so.
“Kiss me,” he tries, lifting his dirty hands from his potter’s wheel, trying to snag her apron string as she walks by.
She just gives him a look. “Who do you think I am?” She asks, hand on her hip and safely out of Yijung’s reach.
“My girlfriend?” He gives her the best puppy dog eyes he can manage, biting on his lower lip in a way he’s been told is sexy.
She tsks at him, rolling her eyes. “Stop that,” she says, touching a hand to his face. “You’re a grown man; that’s not cute anymore. Do your work. I’m going to leave if you keep getting distracted.”
“Aish,” he mumbles, turning back to his wheel. “Maybe I should get a new girlfriend,” he says under his breath to the pot forming beneath his hands. “One who will tell me that she loves me and kiss me when I ask her to.”
He feels a hand at the nape of his neck, soon replaced by her mouth, still slightly sticky from the lip gloss she wears. “You mean the ones who don’t know any self-respect?” She asks, and he can hear the dry sarcasm in her voice. “I love you, sunbae. Happy?” She flicks the shell of his ear and ruffles his hair.
He sulks for a second, but is too pleased to keep the smile from his face. “Yes,” comes his answer from over his shoulder, and when he reaches out for one of her apron strings this time, she lets him.
*
Yijung sometimes forgets the kind of women he used to go around with, the ones who used to exude equal parts charm and cunning, who always kept one hand in his and the other behind their backs, fingers crossed. The ones who had never known the meaning of friendship, especially when it came to men. At one time it had amused Yijung - he’d appreciated it, even, when it was clear they’d prefer his company to anyone else’s.
But when he encounters one of them, Lee Songyi, in a club, he can only tighten the arm around Gaeul’s shoulders and wonder how, exactly, he’d ever found her attractive.
“Hello, Yijung-sshi,” Songyi says, fluttering her eyelashes and clearly ignoring Gaeul. “How have you been? I heard you were in Sweden for a while?”
“Yes.” He bows his head politely. “I’ve been doing well. And you, Songyi-sshi?”
But before Songyi can properly answer, Gaeul thrusts her hand out, the one with the engagement ring on it. “Hi!” She says brightly, smiling up at Songyi with her blinding smile, the one she wears only when she is either very, very happy or very, very angry. Yijung has been on the receiving end of both sides of the smile, and does not exactly envy Songyi at this moment. “I’m Chu Gaeul. Nice to meet you.”
“A normal girl,” he breathes into her ear when he pretends to just be brushing her hair back, watching Songyi walk away, shaking her head over Yijung’s ‘crazy new girl’, “would’ve just let it slide.” She shrugs, and he laughs quietly, sliding a hand through the soft hair at the nape of her neck. “A normal girl would’ve let her fiancé, who loves her more than anything, talk to an old flame.” When she looks at him with flashing eyes, he presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth, happy possessiveness bubbling up. “A normal girl would’ve at least been a little more subtle.”
She graces Yijung with a smile, the blindingly happy one, except with a small bite in the corner. “You didn’t ask me to marry you for my subtlety,” she points out, and laces her fingers with his.
“No,” he agrees, and brings their entwined hands to his lips. “I didn’t.”
*
Their honeymoon is in Hawaii, though Yijung swears he could afford better. “I could’ve rented you our own private island for a year,” he protests, even when they are already on his private jet and Gaeul is staring down at the ocean, entranced. Then he stops and thinks, doing some mental calculations. “Maybe half a year,” he amends.
She laughs at him, and he feels almost insulted. “Silly,” she says, shaking her head. “Why would I want to be on an island alone with you for our honeymoon? And for half a year, to boot. They’d never find your body. Then I’d have to grow up a tragic widower with a hefty inheritance and have to beat off my young suitors with a stick. No, you can rent that island for when we’re eighty and you’re tired of living.”
He slumps down in his chair, pouting. “I should’ve just married a nice rich girl,” he grumbles. “One who would let me buy her an island for our honeymoon.”
She reaches over to pat his head. “Now, now,” she admonishes him gently. “You’re twenty-seven, Yijung, be a little more sensible. I’m only looking out for your finances. I have no need for an island.”
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Gaeul/Yijung
Notes: Quick, short, and hopefully sweet. Merry...day after Christmas!
Summary: In which there is apron-tugging, old flames, and Hawaii. There is a reason Yijung loves Gaeul.
Yijung’s not used to girls like Gaeul, who will look at him, eyebrows raised, when he’s being ridiculous, instead of humoring him because his money and looks demand so.
“Kiss me,” he tries, lifting his dirty hands from his potter’s wheel, trying to snag her apron string as she walks by.
She just gives him a look. “Who do you think I am?” She asks, hand on her hip and safely out of Yijung’s reach.
“My girlfriend?” He gives her the best puppy dog eyes he can manage, biting on his lower lip in a way he’s been told is sexy.
She tsks at him, rolling her eyes. “Stop that,” she says, touching a hand to his face. “You’re a grown man; that’s not cute anymore. Do your work. I’m going to leave if you keep getting distracted.”
“Aish,” he mumbles, turning back to his wheel. “Maybe I should get a new girlfriend,” he says under his breath to the pot forming beneath his hands. “One who will tell me that she loves me and kiss me when I ask her to.”
He feels a hand at the nape of his neck, soon replaced by her mouth, still slightly sticky from the lip gloss she wears. “You mean the ones who don’t know any self-respect?” She asks, and he can hear the dry sarcasm in her voice. “I love you, sunbae. Happy?” She flicks the shell of his ear and ruffles his hair.
He sulks for a second, but is too pleased to keep the smile from his face. “Yes,” comes his answer from over his shoulder, and when he reaches out for one of her apron strings this time, she lets him.
*
Yijung sometimes forgets the kind of women he used to go around with, the ones who used to exude equal parts charm and cunning, who always kept one hand in his and the other behind their backs, fingers crossed. The ones who had never known the meaning of friendship, especially when it came to men. At one time it had amused Yijung - he’d appreciated it, even, when it was clear they’d prefer his company to anyone else’s.
But when he encounters one of them, Lee Songyi, in a club, he can only tighten the arm around Gaeul’s shoulders and wonder how, exactly, he’d ever found her attractive.
“Hello, Yijung-sshi,” Songyi says, fluttering her eyelashes and clearly ignoring Gaeul. “How have you been? I heard you were in Sweden for a while?”
“Yes.” He bows his head politely. “I’ve been doing well. And you, Songyi-sshi?”
But before Songyi can properly answer, Gaeul thrusts her hand out, the one with the engagement ring on it. “Hi!” She says brightly, smiling up at Songyi with her blinding smile, the one she wears only when she is either very, very happy or very, very angry. Yijung has been on the receiving end of both sides of the smile, and does not exactly envy Songyi at this moment. “I’m Chu Gaeul. Nice to meet you.”
“A normal girl,” he breathes into her ear when he pretends to just be brushing her hair back, watching Songyi walk away, shaking her head over Yijung’s ‘crazy new girl’, “would’ve just let it slide.” She shrugs, and he laughs quietly, sliding a hand through the soft hair at the nape of her neck. “A normal girl would’ve let her fiancé, who loves her more than anything, talk to an old flame.” When she looks at him with flashing eyes, he presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth, happy possessiveness bubbling up. “A normal girl would’ve at least been a little more subtle.”
She graces Yijung with a smile, the blindingly happy one, except with a small bite in the corner. “You didn’t ask me to marry you for my subtlety,” she points out, and laces her fingers with his.
“No,” he agrees, and brings their entwined hands to his lips. “I didn’t.”
*
Their honeymoon is in Hawaii, though Yijung swears he could afford better. “I could’ve rented you our own private island for a year,” he protests, even when they are already on his private jet and Gaeul is staring down at the ocean, entranced. Then he stops and thinks, doing some mental calculations. “Maybe half a year,” he amends.
She laughs at him, and he feels almost insulted. “Silly,” she says, shaking her head. “Why would I want to be on an island alone with you for our honeymoon? And for half a year, to boot. They’d never find your body. Then I’d have to grow up a tragic widower with a hefty inheritance and have to beat off my young suitors with a stick. No, you can rent that island for when we’re eighty and you’re tired of living.”
He slumps down in his chair, pouting. “I should’ve just married a nice rich girl,” he grumbles. “One who would let me buy her an island for our honeymoon.”
She reaches over to pat his head. “Now, now,” she admonishes him gently. “You’re twenty-seven, Yijung, be a little more sensible. I’m only looking out for your finances. I have no need for an island.”