#And until then i will be fix-it guy and get this house liveable again since the landlord is doing jack shit

[pallaspally]

Finding somewhere for my children to stay; because i am worried about their comfort, and being able to afford feeding them, absolutely breaks my heart, man

[may-bee-its-just-me]

Mmm i *love* winter but...

Welcome to another life update woah...really just more of a minor vent about current situation. :]

...Sooo my house's furnace crapped out on us shortly before christmaaaas...and we haven't had heat since. My mom hired an older guy to come fix it a few days after christmas - he tried, it worked for a (singular) day and then crapped out again. .-. FIrst because my mom doesnt technically have the money to replace the furnace - Second, after my mom decided to use money she'll need very soon for the heat, we found out he's gotten sick. Like, cold/flu type sick but because he's elderly, he may have to get some extra help for it and will definitely need a good bit of recovery time before he can even come back to take another look (and subsequently order the part/parts/whole ass furnace needed so we can wait another weekish for it to arrive).

so basically

im not gonna have heat in home for another few weeks, probably.

in the middle of winter....in Northeastern US...and the kicker? the first night without heat was THE coldest day/night of the season so far in my state (to my knowledge), and we have since had multiple snowy days (not horribly, thank God. Only one day was bad enough i almost couldnt go to work) and most days have been sub freezing temps through the daytime. Thankfully, our home is not THAT cold, but we needed to get a space heater for the living room where our rabbits are to keep it from getting too cold for them there.

Thankfully also, my one brother already had a heated blanket, i have a heated pad (that i had abandoned until this incident and had not yet discared), and my little brother can sleep on the couch with the space heater. Its not much, its still uncomfortably cold ,but we are able to make-do for the time being.

It just makes focusing on much of anything difficult to keep up with ^^; and also makes staying asleep through the night hard. My heating pad shuts itself off after 2 hrs, so eventually that nice toasty goodness on my chest or legs fades into the unforgiving cold of "frick you for trying to be comfortable" so i keep waking up every couple of hours to turn the pad back on. I'll be in a pinch if this pad breaks from overuse or if i break it while asleep with it :']

Speaking of sleep though...

After seeing a video from a girl in TN i'd been watching clean her family's home and trying to make it liveable, share videos of her house having burned down completely after a leak caused an electrical fire - and after seeing news of the wildfires in CA;

I had a dream last night that while i was out with my family having a grand ol time (and feeling anxious over something i couldnt place), we came home in the evening to see the upper floor of the house in flames. .-. Which had me waking up both upset from watching my childhood home (and all my art history in it) burn with no funds to start over, and also paranoid that my house too might have a ticking time bomb problem.

So this, and other reasons, make sleep REALLY not my friend the last few weeks.

I dont know if i mentioned it here before, but im also 99% sure i have a condition called Reynaud's Syndrome because 1. My mom has it, 2. its hereditary, and 3. her symptoms for it line up with mine (she thought i was also officially diagnosed, but i looked at my records and i dont think so unless im looking in the wrong place). Regardless of diagnosis - My hands and feet are sensitive to temperature extremes, particularly cold, and this has caused extra stiffness in my fingers, pain in my hands at times unrelated to or exaggerating my other pain issues, and also has my digits lookin kinda zombie-ish at times (reynauds causes discoloration at times). Thankfully, I'm also not in a flare up for my reynauds, which has happened while at work before this, so my experience typically is mild and has been through this ordeal. I do experience worse symptoms while working and being exposed to the outside cold and wind in bits, then returning to room temp/warmer air and having the flip flop cause weirder symptoms, all of which are a side tangent.

I'm mostly doing fine otherwise tho

My boyfriend-not boyfriend (the boyfriend that broke up with me ish but we've still been friends and clearly were still interested and didnt really want to split) took me back up as his on new years, making a childhood dream come true (I had my first new years kiss tee hee). I'm also working on a project that may or may not be finished in time to submit it to a contest. I did actually buy a car a (few?) month(s?) ago now, i think i said that here before. Trying not to succumb to the feeling that I'll be stuck in a never ending cycle of everything more personal going on that i will not be traumadumping here while also preparing to celebrate and reflect on 4 years post choosing life over death very shortly (Yay me).

I've been learning to not care as much about the opinions of those around me. I've also been learning to get back in touch with my inner child because dammit she deserves a chance to live and breathe. I'm learning that writing poetry is something I want to explore more, and I'm learning that I actually do like drawing myself and I like to explore personal themes and inner struggles through drawing myself in new inventive ways (and making an experimental drawing out of it). I'm learning to be comfortable in my changing body while still understanding that some of my habits are unhealthy and, when I have the control to do so, should be altered. I'm learning to give myself grace, and through giving myself grace and room to breathe, its easier to do so for others.

Lots of good stuff with the bad ^^

but im gonna end my ramble here

Update's over, goodnight, everybody go home.

-Bee

[allthingsfangirl101]

Jealousy Wars Part 1–Teddy Sanders

Part 2

I thought I was away from that life. Until I saw the moving truck next door and the sign I never wanted to see again.

Delta Psi.

My heart dropped into my stomach when I saw him jumping out of the truck.

Teddy Sanders is the president of Delta Psi. He's everything you think when you think of fraternities. He sleeps around, he doesn't care about school, and he doesn't have any plans for after college.

Just one more thing: he's my ex-boyfriend.

When we first came to college, we met in class and instantly fell for each other. When he joined the fraternity sophomore year, he promised he wouldn't change. It took barely a month for him to go back on his promise.

We dated for another year after he joined the fraternity but I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take his sudden attitude, his change in personality, his short temper, or his newfound language. Walking into the frat house during the end of junior year party and seeing a slut on his lap was the last straw. We broke up that night.

During the summer, I moved into a house with a married couple. They were sweet enough to rent out their basement to me. I spent the entire summer fixing the basement. Now it's a liveable loft with a kitchen, bathroom, a bedroom, and a spacious living room. Spending all summer fixing the basement loft helped me to forget about the heartbreak Teddy Sanders caused.

I quickly closed the drapes, hoping he didn't see me. The rest of the day, I hid in our house. The last thing I wanted was for him to realize that he moved his frat into the house next door to me.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Kelly asked as she made Stella a bottle.

"I'm fine," I stuttered. I looked up to see her sending me a knowing look. "It's just. . . You know the frat that moved in next door?"

"Yeah," she chuckled. "I know them."

"Well, they're from my school and. . . I used to date the president," I finally got out.

"Wait," she said, finally putting the bottle down. "You used to date Teddy?"

"Yeah," I sighed as I closed my computer.

"Damn," she said under her breath as she glanced out the kitchen window. My heart jumped when I saw Teddy outside, teasing the pledges.

"I was in love with him," I mumbled.

"Really?" Kelly said, her voice changing. She hesitated before asking, "What happened between you two?"

"He joined that damn fraternity," I said through my teeth. "Every day he spent with those assholes, he became one of them. And every day he became more like them, I lost him."

Kelly walked over and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry, honey. He doesn't deserve you."

She kissed the top of my head before grabbing Stella's bottle and headed upstairs to her nursery. I took a shaky breath before looking out the window.

My breath got stuck in my throat when I made eye contact with Pete, Teddy's best friend. He lifted his hand and tried to wave at me, but I didn't return it. Instead, I stood up, grabbed my computer, and instantly went downstairs.

                         * * * * *

I slowly grabbed my bag and took time as I slipped on my shoes. I have been needing to go to the store all day but didn't want to risk seeing Teddy. Or worse, him seeing me.

"Honey," Kelly sighed as she walked in holding Stella. "I know you don't want to see Teddy, but maybe you should."

"I can't," I stuttered.

"Here's what I think you should do,"' she said gently. "Walk out that door, your head held high, and make him be the one freaking out that he moved in next door. Walk out that door and show him what he's missing."

She gave my arm a reassuring squeeze before walking into the kitchen. I took a shaky breath as I threw my bag over my shoulder. Before I could talk myself out of it, I opened the door and headed out to my car.

I could hear the guys next door whispering about me as I got in my car. I forced myself not to look over as I sat down and closed the door. I took a shaky breath as I started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

As I drove away, I looked in the rearview mirror to see Pete and Teddy talking as they watched me drive away.

                         * * * * *

When I got back from the store, I noticed that most of the boys had gone inside. I parked my car and made sure not to look over at them as I got out and headed inside.

"Hey, Y/N!"

I turned around to see Pete jogging over. "Hi, Pete," I stuttered as I closed my door.

"How are you?" He asked as he shoved his hands into his front pockets.

I sighed as I turned towards him. "What are you doing over here, Pete?"

"I'm sorry about you and Teddy. I liked the two of you together."

I couldn't help but scoff. "He's not."

I tried to head inside but stopped when Pete called out to me. "What do you mean?"

"Pete," I sighed, my voice breaking. "I see him, okay? You've lived next to me for a week and I've already seen it all. I've seen every girl he's been with. He has a different girl on his arm every night. I can't. . ."

"He still has feelings for you," he blurted out.

"What?" I stuttered.

"He still has feelings for you, Y/N," Pete repeated. "In fact, he's never stopped loving you. When he gets drunk, he talks about how stupid he was for letting you go."

I looked over right as Teddy walked outside. We made eye contact, neither one of us breaking it as he grabbed the nearest girl and pulled her into his chest. My heart sank as he started making out with the random girl.

"Yeah," I scoffed, turning back towards Pete with tears in my eyes. "He looks real heartbroken over losing me."

                         * * * * *

Teddy's POV

I gasped when I was pulled away from the girl. I looked over to see Pete glaring at me.

"What's your problem?" I asked, pulling the girl back into my chest.

"You can go," Pete said to the girl. She sighed before turning on her heel and walking away.

"Seriously?" I sighed.

"What is wrong with you?!" Pete yelled.

"Me?" I scoffed.

"Yes, you," he said, rolling his eyes. "You're the one who intentionally grabbed that girl to make out with in front of Y/N."

"I wasn't. . ." I stuttered.

"You weren't thinking," Pete continued. "How long has it been since you've seen Y/N? A few months? However long, you haven't stopped talking about how much you miss her. You go on and on about how much you screwed up. Well, fate has put you right next to her. Stop being an ass, Teddy. Go talk to her. And pray she forgives you."

Pete glanced over at Y/N's house and sighed before walking inside. As much as I wish he wasn't, Pete was right. I've never stopped thinking about Y/N. I lost track of how many times I wanted to reach out to her and apologize.

Before we moved in here, I had no idea Y/N lived next door. The first time I saw her, she was walking around inside, helping make dinner. My heart jumped into my throat and I couldn't breathe as I watched her.

When Y/N and I broke up, it destroyed me. I tried to reach out to her after, but she didn't answer. I went to her apartment and begged her to open the door but she ignored me. Instead of continuing to bug her, I decided to give her the space she wanted.

Which was the dumbest thing I've ever done.

                         * * * * *

My heart jumped into my throat when I looked over and saw Y/N leaving the house, heading out to her car. I debated before jogging outside. When she looked up and saw me walking towards her, she froze.

"Teddy," she said, her voice getting stuck in her throat. "What are you. . ."

"How are you?" I asked, nervously putting my hands in my back pockets.

"Don't," she said as she looked away from me.

"Don't what?"

"I can't do this with you, Teddy. Don't pretend to. . ."

"Pretend to what?"

"To care about me!" She yelled. She looked over at me with tears in her eyes. "Don't pretend that you have given me one thought since I left."

"I have," I defended myself. "Y/N, I never stopped thinking about you."

"Don't," she said, her voice breaking. "Don't lie to me. . . I can't. . . I can't handle it."

She walked past her car and started to walk away from our houses, away from me. I ran my fingers through my hair, debating. Finally, I turned on my heel and chased after her.

"Y/N!" I called out to her. "Just talk to me. Please."

"Do you think this is easy for me?" She scoffed as she stopped walking. She turned around with angry tears continuing to stream down her cheeks.

I opened and closed my mouth, stuttering. Her angry look softened as she continued, "It's torture watching you make out and hook up with other girls, Teddy. It's too damn painful. The one thing I've learned since you moved in next door is that you haven't changed."

"Y/N," I stuttered. She waited for me to continue but I couldn't find the right words. She scoffed as she turned on her heel and started walking away from her house.

"Y/N, wait!" I called out. I looked down the road, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw a car speeding towards her.

"Y/N!" I tried to get her attention. "Get out of the road!"

Part 2

[prettywordsyouleft]

Peach and Pear

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers / fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: So I woke up the other morning and wrote this story before getting up for the day. It’s set in a place here in New Zealand and I’m really proud of this little world I randomly created.

Word count: 2945

Once upon a time, there was a little peach that lost his way for the first time. The peach had always been a very successful fruit, doing many things each day to become one of the best peaches around. He was strong and healthy and he was full of talents. A lot of the other fruit admired him a great deal--

“Then why did he get lost?” a curious, high-pitched voice asked, and before you could continue with the story, someone else did for you.

“He woke up and realised he was tired of being successful because he did so much each day,” your husband Jinyoung answered, walking over to you and your daughter, who scooted out from under the blankets you had just tucked her under to reach out her little limbs towards her father. Sitting down on the opposite side of the bed from you, Jinyoung pulled her into his arms, planting a kiss on the top of her crown affectionately.

“You know this story too, Daddy?!”

“Oh yes,” he replied, shooting you a look. “Who do you think told Mummy about it?”

“I want to hear what the peach did next!” she exclaimed and you cleared your throat to continue the story.

Jinyoung laid there, unmoving, as the alarm continued to shrill around the room. Normally he would turn it off and roll back over, knowing he had a second one set for when he truly had to be out of his bed. Yet, when that one sounded as well after the first one had gone on for too long and given up, he still didn’t rush out from under the blankets.

For the first time in a long while, he felt unmotivated.

He had business meetings and English lessons to attend today. Not to mention, his daily swimming practice was waiting for him to start the day. He would then head into the office, working until six precisely, where he would go out for dinner with a client who was investing more into his company. Afterwards, he was expected to hit up the gym for leg day, and finally wind up back here, finalising any paperwork before reading another chapter in a self-improvement book and go to bed by eleven.

And then the day would repeat, usually with some variation to the workday, but still with the continued structure that he expected from himself each day.

Today, however, he didn’t care for any of it.

Jinyoung wanted a break. He couldn’t remember the last time he didn’t follow the same continuous pattern that all around him had come to rely on. He was too predictable now, twenty-six and thriving as a businessman, successful enough to have his name in the tabloids often as a measure that many others in the industry strived to match. No one had expected the handsome man to create such a storm at his age, let alone at all. Yet the proof was in the pudding, or in Jinyoung’s case, his relentless endeavour to create a stable and solid life plan for him and his company.

Whilst he had worked tirelessly on building the foundation of his business, his university pals were off taking in the world. Mark had gone snowboarding at every well-known skiing resort, and Jackson was in America promoting Team Wang whilst collaborating with top names on every country’s celebrity list. Jaebum had travelled to Europe to learn more about the way music was produced there and BamBam was never in the same continent for too long, having fun being young and rich. Even Youngjae and Yugyeom had found themselves leaving this place to find better horizons. Only Jinyoung had stayed.

He wasn’t bitter that he had chosen to, but it did mean his youth was spent grinding each day and not truly lived. As he laid in his bed, still uncaring that the second alarm had come and gone, he realised he craved reaching out for what he had missed out on. He wanted to explore a foreign place and do so without much planning.

He was usually the research and implement type of guy, but today, he simply packed a small suitcase with the necessities for travel and climbed into his car, heading towards the airport.

With passport in hand, he watched the departure board for one of the places to stand out to him. Many flights were heading out within the next couple of hours, though there was one about to leave in forty minutes. Striding towards a desk, he smiled at the clerk and asked to buy a ticket to that destination.

“Sir, are you sure?” she asked, slightly perplexed by the sudden passenger request. Jinyoung nodded and she cringed. “There’s no business class left and it will take-”

“I’ll take it,” he confirmed, sliding his credit card across the tabletop towards her.

And that was how Jinyoung found himself in the back row of a twelve-hour plane ride to New Zealand.

“Wow!” exclaimed your daughter, eyes round with the adventure. “The little peach travelled all the way here! Did he make any friends?”

“Well,” you said, glancing at your husband before nodding once. “He turned up unexpectedly and asked to stay at a pear’s broken down bed and breakfast.”

“Which was basically in the middle of nowhere,” Jinyoung added on with a smile, glancing over at you fondly. “And it didn’t have any central heating.”

“That was because the pear herself hadn’t quite found out how to fix that problem, and the peach had chosen to get on a plane without checking that New Zealand was in the middle of winter.”

Jinyoung laughed, placing his daughter back under the blankets before continuing the story.

You blinked at the man standing upon your porch, shivering in his thin coat, the snow that was falling outside having covered his dark hair. And when you realised you weren’t hallucinating, you gasped, jerking open the old door across the wooden floors and stepped aside.

The foreign man dove inside out of the howling wind, and you shut it out with some effort in closing the door before stepping in front of him.

“How did you… I mean, it’s freezing out and you’re barely layered up. Please, follow me to the fireplace, you need to warm up.”

Once he was positioned as close to the fire as he could get, the man unravelled his arms around his waist and outstretched them towards the embers to thaw out. You left him there and dashed down to the kitchen, flicked on the jug and waited for it to boil.

Just who was this strange man? And how had he stumbled across your place at this time of night?

When your uncle died earlier in the year, his estate had been left to you. Your father, and his brother, had passed away some years prior and since your parents had been separated, what your uncle owned had been rightfully designated as yours.

“An inn?!” you echoed the words the lawyer had just read out, sitting up further in your chair. “My estranged uncle owned an inn?!”

“I wouldn’t be too excited, the place hasn’t had any guests in years,” the lawyer remarked, but you were already looking at the photos of the charming building, imagining what a bit of paint and gardening could do for the place.

So that’s how you wound up leaving the city life for the small township in the Buller district that had less than 1000 people living there. And, it was definitely going to take more than paint and some gardening to fix this place.

“You’re as crazy as your uncle was for trying to do up that house,” Katie, the owner of the only tearooms in Reefton, mentioned when you came in for lunch earlier in the day. “It’s got more problems than the number of people living here.”

You smiled grimly. “You don’t need to remind me.”

“Why not sell it and go back to where you came from, Y/N? The land would be worth some. I’m sure a farmer around here would happily bulldoze down that eyesore of a home and run his sheep or cattle over it just fine. In fact, I think Bill was-”

Imagining the crumbling building no longer existing didn’t make you feel any better. Glancing up at Katie, you shook your head. “It’s Reefton Estate. You can’t just go tearing down history like that.”

“There’s history, Y/N and then there’s money traps. Sure, in its heyday that place must have been spectacular and full of guests all the time with the gold rush and all. But this isn’t the eighteen hundreds. There’s only the novelty of finding gold at Shanty Town if you’re a tourist these days.”

“I don’t need gold, and I can’t just sell up.”

So you got stuck in with what you could do. You hired a contractor from Greymouth to come and look at your home, and with an extremely long list of projects thereafter, you started tackling them one by one. The place was liveable, but it still had a long way to go to be back to its former glory.

And you certainly were slower than most, being a one-woman team, with a trickle of funds available. As a joke, you placed an advert up online looking for volunteers to help lovingly restore the estate.

Of course, no one had come, until now.

Handing the stranger a mug of tea, you sat down beside him and smiled gently. “Did you mean to come here?”

“It’s a long story,” he said, smiling weakly. “I’m Jinyoung and you are?”

“Y/N,” you replied, holding out your hand in greeting. He took it, and your eyes nearly popped out of your head with how cold he still was. Rubbing it repeatedly, you tried to warm him up until Jinyoung gripped at your wrist and eyed you warily.

You balked and let him go. “Sorry, it’s just that you’re so cold. Not many people venture out at night around here without thermals on.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he mentioned with a soft smile, nodding once. “Thank you for the tea.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

Before the night wore out, Jinyoung had told you of his rash plan. He had left Korea and come to New Zealand on a whim, and again, chose his next destination in the same way as he had his last.

You gasped. “Of all the places to choose in New  Zealand, you ended up in Greymouth?!”

“To be fair, I wasn’t really aware. I thought it would be bigger and have more people,” he admitted and you laughed.

“The coast has people; just they tend to know each other. Oh boy. It won’t be long until word spreads about you coming here either.”

“How will that happen when it’s just us two here?” Jinyoung asked and you sighed.

You didn’t want to have to explain it tonight. When you had arrived from Christchurch, it was as if you had a giant beacon on your head that every resident of Reefton could see from their homes. You had been inundated with visitors both very friendly and extremely nosy for an entire week before you felt that you had met almost everyone. And although you got used to the gossiping nature of the place, you still didn’t quite like it either.

You somehow felt protective of Jinyoung. Besides, when the light arrived in the morning, you were certain he would climb into his hired vehicle and continue on his sightseeing ways.

However, you found him merely staring at your entryway, aghast.

“Morning,” you called and he whipped around, trying to wipe the perturbed look off his face. Clearing his throat, you shook your head to stop him. “I know, it needs a lot of attention.”

“Only one fireplace works, the rooms are freezing even with the space heater you gave me and you have a hole in the ceiling above me.”

“There’s also the west wing that has two inaccessible rooms, one of the bathrooms upstairs is blocked and there’s no way anyone will be able to stay here in the next few years to produce any revenue,” you added on with a smile, handing Jinyoung the coffee you had made him. He thanked you silently, before allowing his gaze to travel up the walls again. “It would probably make nice firewood to some farmer who tore it down for the land to run his animals over-”

“It has charm,” Jinyoung said then, cutting you off. You merely stared at him, wondering who he really was. He was the only person you had met since inheriting this place that had said those words to you. “It has a lot of potential to become something amazing, after a lot of work, of course.”

“I think so too.”

“Do you have the blueprints at all?” he asked and you cocked your head to the side.

“Thought you were sightseeing?”

“Well, there certainly seems to be a lot to look at just within this house, don’t you think?”

Jinyoung said he would stay for two weeks, helping you with projects that could be started with a bit of manual labour. Two weeks turned into a month, with trips to Greymouth for further supplies. And after then, you stopped asking when he was going to go back to Korea and his company. Part of you didn’t want to know the answer, having grown attached to the man. He was more playful than you had expected, and you spent most of your days laughing and soon your nights curled up together in front of the fireplace.

Of course, the gossip mill ran wild. Jinyoung didn’t care, and after three months, he even held your hand as you walked downtown, allowing the nosy store owners to pick up their phones and ring around that you had found yourself a man.

“Did the peach ever return home?”

“He did, three times,” Jinyoung stated, holding up the right amount of fingers before counting them down as he spoke. “First, because he felt he had to go. But he had found he could run his company from New Zealand with relative success.”

“Especially once he invested in better internet connection at the inn,” you interjected with a knowing look and Jinyoung rolled his eyes before dropping another finger.

“He came back here because he couldn’t stop thinking about the house and worried that pear would end up hurting herself badly. Which, had he not gotten on that plane and walked through the door when he did, pear would have fallen off a ladder onto the ground.”

“Instead she fell on top of the peach,” you said with a laugh and Jinyoung nodded.

“And the third time he went back was to finalise the sale of his company and bring his parents back with him.”

Your daughter sat up eagerly again. “Why did his parents come?! Did he miss them?!”

“Of course. But there was another reason too,” Jinyoung said, glancing at you and reaching out for your hand. You took it and he rubbed the set of rings that lay over your left finger. “The peach and pear got married.”

“Wait a minute!” your daughter breathed, pointing at her father and then you repeatedly before clapping and squealing. “That’s you and Mummy!”

“And now we live in Reefton Estate together, don’t we?” you told her, and her little head bounced up and down.

“Which thankfully has heating.”

“And no more holes in the ceilings.”

“The west wing can be rented out to staying guests.”

“And the peach and pear lived happily ever after.”

“With their own little peachy-pear!” cried your daughter to end the story, which had you all laughing, hugging the sweet child.

And once she had finally drifted off to sleep, you stepped out into the hallway on tiptoes, trying not to make the floorboards creak and wake her back up.

Of course, the house had been repaired. But it still carried most of its original parts, and definitely needed more work. The floors were next on the list to replace.

For now, tiptoeing back to your room down the hall was the best option you had. And when Jinyoung shut the door behind you, he pulled you into his arms, resting his head on your shoulder. You leaned back into him, cherishing the moment.

Mostly for his warmth, and he knew it.

“We need to work on the heating in our room.”

“It made sense to do the guest rooms at the time so we could make money,” you reminded, spinning around softly so you could face him. “Besides, I remember you saying at the time that we had each other to keep warm with.”

“That’s how peachy-pear came along,” he pointed out with a low chuckle and you slapped his shoulder playfully.

“We should get that heating sorted quickly then in case we end up growing more fruit,” you teased but Jinyoung shook his head in answer, leaning down to capture your lips briefly.

“I don’t mind growing more fruit with you.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s one way to keep us both warm, too.”

“Why did you turn up on my doorstep all those years ago?” you breathed out, staring at your husband lovingly. You still couldn’t quite believe your luck.

As if he read your mind, Jinyoung smiled. “It wasn’t luck that brought me here. It was a need to find my forever home.”

“You chose well in a broken-down inn,” you retorted, to which he chuckled again.

“It has its charm,” he said before nuzzling his nose into yours. “And it has you.”

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