#Byeonhosa nim

[filthy-mudeoki]

They were wrong.

It’s been a love story all along

They just didn’t know it

The Consigliere and the Byeonhosa nim

One soul, Two bodies.

[inzaghisgirlfriend]

Prompt: jail

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He heard her before he saw her, mainly because her voice is loud.

Well, that, and his eyes were closed.

"This is fun."

He opened them and swallowed a groan.

There hadn't been any need for her to come.

There was a single, sharp clang that descrescendoed itself into a long and lingering pause before returning with gusto and turning itself into a steadily ringing rhythm.

"It's usually you visiting me in here," she said, as he looked up in time to see her banging two fingers back and forth in the span between the metal bars.

Usually.

The very word should have made him feel guilty.

He thought instead, inexplicably, of the woman's father.

Of a conversation they'd had about her and her approach and wild temper and visits he'd made to this very place when she'd been younger, greener and appearing in front of judges whose usual mode of reigning in newly-minted firebrands was contempt of court.

How he feigned disdain while recounting the stories but his eyes had crinkled fondly as he'd told Vincenzo how it hadn't ever worked on her.

"Need anything," she asked him, bringing him back to a world he'd managed to rob of Hong Yu Chan, where she was still filling his quiet cell with dischordant noise.

"Coffee," she continued. "A book? Stylish and diligent legal defense? A cake with a metal file inside it?"

He pushed himself up partway up, and she paused, expectantly.

So he paid off her antics with a withering sigh.

She beamed but stopped her noise, wrapped the hand that had been making it around the gray metal of a crossbar, and raised an eyebrow his way.

"...Conjugal visit?"

That yanked a cough from his throat as his mind flashed somewhere deeply unhelpful.

He right-tracked it quickly, sat up on the little metal cot he'd been provided, stood, and then strode - best as he could considering the limited space the Korean criminal justice system was providing him - her way.

"Byeonhosa-nim," he opened, deciding the best way to keep things from escalating was to pointedly ignore her jubilance. "Why have you come?

This was decidedly not part of the plan they'd drawn up.

He had drawn up, only to have her force her way into it through the many cracks in his resolve.

Her job had been to write tomorrow's script - he'd get inside the courtroom and past the divider and then she'd get him entered into evidence. Then they'd shift the conversation so the defense actually had to do their job, while the doctor's wife picked apart his reputation and their case.

"You've had a busy night," she remarked with a grin, pointedly not answering his question as he stopped to stand in front of her at cell's locked door.

He feels uncomfortable suddenly.

"Have I?"

Her eyes left his and made an unsubtle and thorough scan of his face, neck, and shirt.

He resisted squirming under the impromptu and intrusive inspection.

"No tie," she asked, when her eyes returned to meet his.

The relief shining in them made plain she'd just checked him for injuries.

Oh.

So that that was why she'd come here.

He feels...several strange things all at once.

He focuses on talking himself out of the easiest one, feeling insulted.

She'd never really seen him fight, he reasoned, and it was highly plausible, he supposed, that she might have assumed he could have gotten hurt.

He shook off the feeling the thought was threatening to bring and gestured vaguely in the direction of his cot, beneath which his tie sat, neatly folded atop his shoes.

"Oh. Okay. But did you -"

A hand shot between the bars so quickly then he'd nearly flinched as it grabbed together a handful of his shirt and yanked him towards the metal rods.

"Aish. You did get hurt," she said, as she snaked a second hand through the gap to manhandle his open collar, yanking it sideways until half his left shoulder was exposed. "What's this?"

Her other hand let go its fistful of shirt and moved so she could trace a neatly-manicured fingernail along the skin at the juncture where his neck met his shoulder.

He circled his elbow backwards to try to free himself, but she just tugged harderbat where had his collar held.

So he gave in, like he'd started to do so worrying often.

Let himself be pulled by it, by her, landing roughly against the cell bars.

He pointedly refuses to flash back to when last he'd been held here by her, their positions reversed, eager to ignore the feeling the recollection always brings.

"You're bruised all over," she noted, pushing in closer to him - close enough that her face was pushed between and even through thr bars which separated them.

Close enough he could feel her breath against the skin now being examined with a touch far lighter than he'd had pictured her capable of.

He swallowed down guilt that only pushed its way right back up his esophagus when her eyes met his and he saw worry shining there.

He rolled his eyes and sighed as disaffectedly as he could manage to seem, rotating his elbow backwards again and managing free of her that time.

He used his new but still-limited freedom to take a half step back from the bars and from her, reaching up to right the set of his collar and draw it better closed.

Conceal everything once again.

"I'm fine," he said, firmly.

His resoluteness only seemed to make her seem more convinced that he wasn't.

So he paused, considering carefully his next choice of words.

They come out soft. Laced with something he didn't intend to let surface.

"That...didn't happen fighting."

A little crease appeared between her eyebrows, and its twin gathered together the skin above the bridge of her nose as he willed away the smile that always threatened when he became reacquainted with either.

Then he saw recognition dawn.

And both faded quickly away.

"So that went okay, too," she asked, and there was something threaded through her voice that he quickly decided to do her the courtesy of pretending he didn't hear, hoping she'd done the same with his a moment ago. "She'll testify, then?"

He nodded as that same feeling forced its way back up his throat.

He swallowed it down once more and watched her rearrange the features of her face into a mask of brash amusement he wished he hadn't gotten so good at seeing past.

"So a full night of carousing then, for you," she added, and it was mocking and playful and nearly convincing. "And opera."

"Mmm," he countered, following her cue to play his usual sniffily disdainful role. "I wouldn't call what I saw in that theater 'opera', but..."

She took the bait he offered eagerly, gratefully, and he let her lead the conversation away and call him snobbish and boring as he took his seat back on his metal cot.

She settled, too, dropping doen to sit on the floor, leaning against the cell's bars as she launched into a summary of what she'd planned on for tomorrow.

[httpmandysmagic]

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[helianthus21]

vin + cha-young being too them to ask each other out so Han-seo, fully settling in his annoying lil brother role, does it for them, like

Han-seo: Cha-young-! Vincenzo: What are you doing? Han-seo: Vin-hyung was wondering if- Vincenzo *slapping his hand over Han-seo’s mouth*: Shut up! Vincenzo: ... Vincenzo: Stop licking my palm! Han-seo after Vincenzo let go with disgust: Cha-young byeonhosa-nim, Vin-hyung was wondering if you’re free tonight because he’d like to take you out for dinner! :) Cha-young: Excellent!

[inzaghisgirlfriend]

So perhaps something a little bit like... (nsfw)

"How was my funeral?"

He breathes the question against her lips, one hand gathering her hair together and the other flattened against her abdomen and sliding determinedly downwards.

This is how he decides to bring this up?

And now?

So she turns her head to deny him a little, and his mouth lands just beneath her ear.

He isn't easily deterred, of course, and manages to keep kissing her without losing pace or vigor, despite the sudden change in venue.

She alters slightly the hold she has on his cock as he kisses to and then along the line of her jaw, stroking him twice before she answers his question.

"I've been to better."

It earns her a soft chuckle before his lips find hers again and refuse to let them go for a very long moment.

She uses his momentary distraction to manage his zipper further open, moving her hand so she has better leverage to touch him, tease him, get what she wants to out of him.

"The flowers were nice," she continues, when his mouth leaves hers to explore the other side of her neck.

She shifts her grip again and starts moving slower than she suspects he'll have the patience for.

"Red carnations, white lilies," she adds. "Very sepulchral chic."

"I hate carnations," he murmurs against where his attention is focused - the soft skin where her neck meets her shoulders.

She actually shivers, that asshole.

That's the second erogenous zone he's found already, and he's only just gotten her jacket and shirt off.

No matter.

"You shouldn't have died, then, Cassano byeonhosa-nim."

"Ah," he answers, ignoring her barbed tone in favor of laving his tongue against where he's stalled his progress. "Mianhe."

Oh, if he thinks he's earning forgiveness this easily, he's got another thing coming.

"You managed to attract a completely full house," she pushes onward, and here, she's embellishing nothing.

The cathedral had felt cavernous as she walked its length, with every seat filled and every eye in it on her, to take her seat in the front pew.

"Mourners or celebrants," he asks, as his mouth find the strap of her bra and begins to kiss down a line just inside it.

"A healthy mix of both, I imagine," she answers, and, oh, her voice sounds far more breathy and eager than acerbic.

"And which were you," he prods, as he reaches her collarbone.

"I'm still deciding," she answers him.

"Did you cry, byeonhosa-nim," he asks, and, oh, that fucker.

She really should be pissed off at him - she is sort of pissed off. And has been since the email.

Word of today's event arrived without warning or context three days ago - a link in her inbox that took her to an obituary. Information enough only to make clear she needed to come to Italy - and quickly - should she wish to bid a final goodbye to the man now who she needs to be managing open the zipper of her trousers one-handed.

"No," she answers him now, and it's every bit as irritated as it is truthful.

She'd taken her seat in the front pew this morning, her thoughts lost in the wide abyss encompassing everything from stunned to suspicious.

She'd decided - again - halfway through the long and boring Latin mass that was apparently consummate that he was very likely completely alive.

Even though she was very clearly the only one present who seemed to feel that way.

He huffs out a breath of offended protest against her sternum and slides a very warm palm up the outside of her arm.

The fingers of his other hand begins tracing along the lace at the top of her underwear.

He's waiting for permission to touch her.

It's the last time someone new ever will, she knows.

So she'll make him wait a little longer.

"Luca did, though," she adds, choosing to time his friend's name with a long drag of the pad of her thumb across where he is already leaking, gathering moisture there to use to better stroke over the spot just below it, touch lingering just long enough to draw an intriguingly anguished sound from his lips.

"Wept like a baby right next to me."

Also true.

"He's a good man," he answers her, fingers tracing low and slow across her abdomen. "Loyal to the bitter end."

He continues kissing her chest, following the line of her bra back up to her left shoulder, slowing where it bisects the scar she wears for him.

"He called me Signora Cassano," she says. "They all did."

He hums against her neck. She can feel him smiling.

Asshole.

"You sound surprised," he yields eventually.

It's an admission.

"That you chose to propose by obituary?"

"I've knelt with a ring before," he answers, tracing a finger along the band leading up and over her shoulder. "Felt reductive to do it twice."

His lips are beneath her ear now, and his thumb hooks beneath the strap.

She shrugs into the movement and eases it over the round of her shoulder, letting it fall to hang loosely against her deltoid.

He begins to kiss back down the path it's vacated as she tightens her grip and speeds her strokes.

"But I've only said yes once," she counters, her thumb swiping slowly again across that spot.

It draws a hiss from between his lips.

He's still waiting.

She likes, on some level, that he knows this isn't completely done yet.

She'd forgiven him the moment she saw him, of course, dressed down and all in black, leaning against her hotel room door, eyes shining at the sight of her in mourning clothes.

"You know, it wasn't very nice," she hints, sliding her hand down his length again. "To make someone think you've died."

She's saying this for Luca's sake and nothing more. For the partnership she knows they had. For the pain she'd seen in the man's eyes this morning.

Not, of course, for what she'd felt in those ten wretched seconds at her desk before she'd figured out this was a con.

"I'll tell him," he says, as her free hand finds his where it rests between them and laces their fingers together. "I will. When it's safe, I'll tell him."

Good.

But still the wrong promise.

She slows again, twists her wrist, changes her grip.

His fingers stay still beneath hers.

She can feel him thinking.

Knows he must nearly have it when he starts kissing down he chest again.

"You know I wouldn't die without your permission," he whispers.

She smiles then and moves their hands, easing them, finally, down together beneath the lace's edge.

"How was my funeral?" Is a WILD thing to ask but somehow not a weird question within the realm of kdrama series

[jugeullae]

Get your hands off her! 

HELLBOUND (2021) E06 dir. Yeon Sang Ho

[plum-on-your-back]

Ok I am going to live with the likely delusional belief that where the preview for tomorrow shows Jun Ho running, it is after Young Woo says they shouldn't date, and he thinks about how best to explain his feelings for her, understands, runs after her, finds her at the beach, says "I love you Woo Young Woo" (NO MORE BYEONHOSA-NIM), and they kiss only for the kiss to be broken by the appearance of a dolphin. And also Attny Jung is healthy and happy.

[jipuragi]

Lee Junho: Hello, Woo Byeonhosa-nim. Hello, Choi Su-yeon. Hello, Min-woo. Hello, Woo Young Woo.

Min-woo: You said Attorney Woo's name twice.

Lee Junho: Yes, because I like Attorney Woo :)

[ritzbernal]

We need it, Vinnie!! I've filled my days this kind of fics lol I need to see it for real!

i love how we all agree that we love our assertive girl cha young, but we need vincenzo to finally make a move. i think at this point cha young has clearly shown him she wants to be in a relationship, but it will take vincenzo finally getting over his self-hatred and fear of getting hurt for this to happen. i hope the fact that his mother was murdered before he gathered the courage to open his heart to her makes him realize that he has more to lose by repressing his feelings than by letting his guard down, that he has to tell cha young he loves her now and not take future opportunities to do so for granted.

[filthy-mudeoki]

Seems like you’re in need of a good beating

Vincenzo

[ohmycenchaheart]

Came across these headcanons that I’d written post the finale because I refused to accept the show ending like that. I refuse to believe that after everything they’ve gone through, Cha Young and Vincenzo cannot be together. Sorry PJB, but that’s not happening (even if it was sorta realistic and brilliant). Anyway. This is what I’d have loved to see play out. 

Homecoming

It happens on one of their game nights. Game day became game night because Cha Young often has trials at the court these days.

They’re playing Mafia again. Of course they are. And when Cha Young ends up as the Mafia, she thinks momentarily of a compliment, indulgently given over cups of Makgeolli, that maybe she truly did believe in the Mafia.

Their game is interrupted by the arrival of two of Geumga Family’s honorary members — Ahn Gi Seok and Cho Young Woon, who are lovingly welcomed with hugs and pats on the back. Because it’s not often most of the family gets to be together (most and not all, because one of them is always missing).

“Well, my old-looking hoobae and I were wondering if there’d be room for three more players at tonight’s game night…” “Yah, Ahn gun, we’ve been the ones drinking, but it seems you’re the one who is drunk,” says Mr. Tak. Upon which, Mr. Cho adds, “Ahh, you see, we brought an old friend along.”

And it is then a familiar voice greets them. “Annyeonghaseyo.”

To say that the Geumga Plaza family collectively loses it would be an understatement.

Mr. Nam is the first to tackle Vincenzo with a hug and his trademark “Byeonhosa-nim!”

Cha Young stands at the back, elated and trying to process if this is really happening, while Vincenzo gets hugged by the rest of the family. With a knowing smile, Yeon-Jin reassuringly squeezes Cha Young’s arm, while her husband gushes over Vincenzo, and others wait their turn to hug the now returned man.

When it is her turn for a hug, no one misses on how Vincenzo is the one to initiate the hug. No one even remarks on the soft look both their faces sport, or how their hug lasts a few seconds longer than the others’.

And then game night isn’t game night anymore. Over Tteokbokki and beer, Mr. Cho and Mr. Ahn reveal how they worked it all out, using their agency and the guillotine file to clear Vincenzo’s name and let him come back. On Vincenzo’s part, he still has his secret island, but he has moved his Italian family somewhere safe, and left someone very capable in charge. It’s not that he has changed his ways, no, he is still the man he was when he left. It’s just.. it was about time he returned home to his family.

The three also let the plaza people know how well Han Seo has been recovering after undergoing numerous surgeries, and how they hope he will be joining them back in Seoul after completing his rehabilitation therapy abroad. Mr. Nam wonders if that means they’ll be getting a new intern at Jipuragi sometime soon.

When Hee Soo accidentally drops her napkin and bends down to retrieve it, she catches the two lawyers holding hands under the table, while being the perfect picture of nonchalance. She smiles and doesn’t say a word.

When the family has finally finished catching up, and sleep gradually takes over them all, the group decides to disperse.

Before leaving, Mr. Lee and Yeon Jin let Vincenzo know what time his goddaughter will be awake the next day, so that he can finally meet her.

Cha Young and Vincenzo make their way to the footbridge (a place where some of their fondest memories linger still despite all the time that has passed) because there’s something Cha Young has to let him know: she might have (read: definitely has) taken over his old apartment.

It was honestly a matter of convenience, nothing else. For those days when work makes her put in longer hours, and it’s easier to sleep at the apartment rather than going back all the way home. Plus, she already had the spare key and it was easy to negotiate with Mr. Cho (who didn’t charge her a penny for the place, as if he’d dare). It had nothing to do with the fact that on days when Cha Young found herself missing him more than usual, curling up in this apartment brought her comfort. With all his things still there, sometimes it felt as if he hadn’t left.

But of course, Vincenzo already knows all this. Mr. Cho had already filled him in.

And so they make their way to the apartment 606. It still is sparsely furnished like the way it was when he lived there, but there are a few new additions. His couch has more pillows and a soft throw blanket. His living room table is littered with case files and a familiar bunny massage stick. In the kitchen there are boxes of ramen and instant coffee mix, and cartons holding makgeolli bottles. In his bathroom, there’s an extra toothbrush and a small make up bag by the sink. Bottles of shampoo and perfume and soap that smell like her now stand next to his old toiletries. It makes him smile because it feels he never left, like they’ve been living here together in this tiny apartment all this while, his world and hers mixing together. He won’t admit how many times he’s dreamt of this -- just them and the life they’ve made together.

When he enters his room, he finds half his closet space is taken over by her ��emergency wardrobe”... And it seems his old Booralro sleepwear has somehow made its way to her pile of clothes. In Cha Young’s defence, despite looking silly, that silky nightshirt is ridiculously comfy, and it’d be such a shame if she let a limited edition piece of work go to waste. That she kept it because it reminds her of him remains unsaid.

The one addition Cha Young has made to the apartment that Vincenzo loves the most is in his room. Atop the dresser, next to all his lighters and Inzhagi’s bird food, are three photo frames. The first has a picture of him and his mum. The second is the portrait of the two of them with Cha Young. And the third is the picture from their fake proposal that the art gallery had emailed them. It’s funny how, despite spending all that time together, this was the only photo they had together. Vincenzo thinks it’s time they change that.

They both stand by the window, and when Inzhagi finally comes by to say hi to his old friend, Cha Young is reminded of a Shakespearean quote — Journeys end when lovers meet — because lets be real, Vincenzo’s true love is this pigeon. Vincenzo is highly offended when Inzhagi shows preference to the bird food Cha Young has laid out for him, and not the one Vincenzo has to offer. Guess Cha Young’s diligent feeding of the bird during his absence has secured her a new friend.

Given the late hour, it only makes sense that Cha Young sleep over. And traditions must be continued, so some ramyeon is made (this time it’s two servings because no matter what Cha Young says about not wanting ramyeon, Vincenzo remembers his lesson all too well) and bottles of Makgeolli are consumed.

The two wake up the next morning, all tangled up on the living room floor, in the space between the couch and the coffee table (that is now pushed aside). And despite the uncomfortable floor, it’s the soundest sleep they’ve both had in the last year and half.

But they need to wake up soon and head out. First stop coffee, a quick check up on their gold,  and then to meet his goddaughter over whom he has promised to look after. And after that, a quick stop to their old Bungeoppang stand (if it’s still there) and a drive to where their parents now rest.

This, Vincenzo thinks as he holds an asleep Cha Young in his arms, is what it means to finally be home.

[ritzbernal]

Regrets and Realization Pt. 2

So I figured I should continue where I left off from my previous fic. I seriously thought writing that would somehow quench the thirst in me to write and maybe stop for a while but I guess I thought wrong lol turns out it's the catalyst to write more. One more fic from me and I'll be asking for prompts 🤣

This is the confession scene I imagine in my head. Sorry I can't really write fluff. I'll practice I swear. Anyway after the cremation, Chayenzo heads home to Cha Young's house.

Please read here Regrets and Realizations Part 1.

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The drive to Cha Young's house was very quiet. She offered to drive because she figured he should rest. He was looking out the window the whole time maybe contemplating how to defeat Babel. Cha Young steal a glance or two every now and then to see if he is okay. They left the arrangement of the funeral home and the papers to Mr. Nam and Mr. Cho which they gladly accepts for Vincenzo.

The Geumga Plaza tenants must have heard from Mr. Nam about what happened to Vincenzo's mom. That's why Mr. Lee and his wife offered to get Vincenzo clothes to wear which they picked up earlier.

Few minutes more and they arrived at her house. Usually they are drinking whenever they are in her house but today is a different story. Vincenzo barely spoke and Cha Young let him be in his element. As they entered the house, Cha Young said, "You should clean up first. Do you want me to help you?"

"I think I can manage, byeonhosa-nim." He sat on the sofa where he and Mr. Hong used to chat about Cha Young and other things, about Babel, about life. He was the first person who accepted him warmly and he will never forget the impact he has on his life.

Cha Young made her way to the kitchen to cook them something to eat. She knows he'll refuse but she can always work her way to make Vincenzo do things for her.

"Okay. I'm sure you know where the bath is. I'll prepare us something to eat."

"You don't have to bother. I have no appetite."

He heard her scoff and said, "But I am hungry and I don't want to eat alone. Go wash up. This will be ready after you finish."

"Yes."

Vincenzo then went to the bathroom where he was greeted by Cha Young's scent. It's a mix musk and flower petals. Then he felt himself relax. How do I let her know that I love her? I don't think I can last another day without telling her. I don't ever want to wake up one day and regret that I didn't let her know and let her feel that she is special. People like me don't deserve love. I don't deserve her.

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A few minutes later she heard Vincenzo walking towards the dining table adjacent the kitchen. Her eyes followed him as he sat down on one of the chairs. He was wearing the same knitted sweater he wore when she hugged him the second time. Vincenzo noticed her looking at him and motioned on the boiling ramyeon so she went back to what she was doing.

There's something comforting on how Cha Young was treating him now. He recalled their soft conversation while buying bunggeoppang. Somehow everything that she says comforts him that he follows whatever she says.

"By the way, you can sleep in my dad's room for the mean time. I cleaned it up the other night. No one uses it." She said as she was transferring the kimchi rice on two bowls, one for each of them. Then she prepared ramyeon on two bowls and set everything on the table. They were sitting on opposite sides and started eating.

"Are you feeling better? Let me treat your bruises later." Cha Young broke the silence.

"I'm good."

"You know, it's okay to cry. When my dad died, I cried at every single thing that reminds me of him. I want you to know that I'm here for you." Then she remembered the letter and the scarf Oh Gyeong Ja gave her. It was meant for Vincenzo. She figured she should give it to him. But that has to wait the next day. Tonight, Vincenzo should rest.

Cha Young is on the process of comforting Vincenzo when he spoke.

"Can't I sleep in your room?"

"What?" She turned to look at him. For the first time in a while she was caught off guard.

"Can't I sleep in your room?"

"You mean you'll sleep in my room and I'll sleep in dad's room? I'm okay with-"

"I mean we'll sleep in your room." he said as if it's what they normally do.

She's at lost for words. She opened her mouth to speak only to close it again.

"Why?" She asked in a hope to get a proper answer from him.

"We don't need to sleep in the same bed. I'll sleep on the floor. I'll sleep in your room with you until we make sure your whole house is secure and safe." Vincenzo blabbed on.

"You didn't answer the question."

"I'll wash the dishes." Now it was his turn to be caught off guard.

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Much later after Cha Young tended to the bruises in Vincenzo's fingers and changed into pajamas, they both find themselves inside her room. She was sitting on her bed drying her hair with a towel while Vincenzo was looking around the room busily. He eyed her vanity desk which is seated beside to the end table, and took a mental note of the brand of her perfume. Her room was surprisingly neat, even the paper bag of the gift her mother gave her is neatly placed on the floor beside her desk.

"Let me finish drying my hair and I'll get you your blankets and pillow."

"Yes. You can take your time." He said sitting down on the chair facing her vanity desk.

"Byeonhosa-nim."

"Yes?" He answered while he toys Cha Young's stuff, her lipsticks and make-up. There are different sizes of brushes and whole bunch of skincare products.

"You don't have to do this. I can manage myself on my own."

"I can't risk it." He finally looked at her. They are now facing each other - Cha Young on the bed, Vincenzo on the chair beside her bed.

"Okay." She breathe a sigh and let it slide. But soon they'll have this talk. "I'll get your blankets. Wait for me."

She went out to get the extra sheets, pillows and blankets. He really won't open up to me, will he? I don't know what to do with this man.

It took her a while to get back because she wants to carry everything in one go. The sheets being thick made it impossible but she did in anyway. When she returned to her room, she found Vincenzo sleeping on her bed. She put everything down and stared at him. He must have been so tired.

Cha Young was contemplating whether to lay the extra sheets on the floor to sleep or lay beside Vincenzo. It's my bed! She thought to herself. Her bed is quite small for the two of them. In the end, she and herself agreed to lay on the bed facing him.

She looked at him lovingly - his face, the rise and fall of his chest as he breath, his lips. When her eyes landed on his lips, her fingers automatically went to her lips. She's reminded of that one magical night they both can never forget. She can stare at him all night, lost in her thoughts.

Her heart skipped a beat when Vincenzo shifted to face her. He's still asleep, she muttered to calm herself. That's when her hands took a mind of its own and touched his bangs. She let her fingers play on the strands of his soft hair.

Her heart skipped more than a beat when his eyes finally opened and said, "I'm still awake."

She would have smacked him then and there like what she did when he opened his eyes while she was about to finger flick him. But Vincenzo's hand was faster. He held her wrist and placed both their hands in between them.

It was a long day and she's too tired to fight back so she just looked at him. Then without a word, he pulled her in an embrace. His other hand still holding hers and the other on the small of her back.

"What took you so long?"

"What took you so long, byeonhosa-nim."

She heard him sigh nervously.

"I'm only saying this once so listen carefully. Hong Cha Young, I can't lose you and I can't risk losing you," there was a short pause before he continued, "because I love you. I love you so much and I don't know how to say it."

Cha Young then returned the hug and buried her face on the crook of his neck. One of her hands on his nape, the other on his back.

"Vincenzo Cassano, I know. Me, too."

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"Yah. Did you just pretend to be asleep?"

Vincenzo avoided her gaze, confirming her haunch. She then slap him in the shoulder, earning a flinch from him. She still has a lot to say to him and Vincenzo noticed this because of the face she' making. So he hugged her again.

"Let's just sleep, please."

[sunsoothed]

BYEONHOSA-NIM !!!!!!!

Byeonhosanim!

[sunsoothed]

Ooh ooh may I prompt: Vinny gets food poisoning. Cha Young takes care of him. Thank you <3

hello hello! thank you for this prompt, i loved writing it <3

content warnings: vomiting, sickness

word count: 441

It’s when Vincenzo hasn’t arrived five minutes early to their date that Chayoung knows something’s wrong. There’s a knack she has for these things, a decisiveness straight from her gut. He isn’t coming, she knows.

So a fifteen-minute trip finds her outside his little studio, a 606 standing out on the door. She knocks. No response. She knocks once again, again to no avail. Chayoung sighs, pulling the key out from her handbag, swiftly unlocking the door.

It’s too quiet. Chayoung takes her shoes off by the entrance and drops her bag on the kitchen counter. “Byeonhosa-nim?”

It can’t be that he isn’t home —

There’s an awful, retching sound from the bathroom. Ah. Chayoung knocks on that door, and gets her response in a terrible whine.

“Byeonhosa-nim, are you okay?”

“Do you —” Vincenzo coughs. “Do you think?”

Chayoung tries the door. Surprisingly, it gives way, letting her into the small bathroom. Vincenzo is hunched over the toilet, clad in his silk pyjamas and shirtless. He’s sweating.

“Ah, jagiya,” Chayoung sighs, her suspicions confirmed. “You don’t seem well at all.”

Vincenzo wipes his lips with the back of one hand. “I’m not.”

She nods. “You done?”

Vincenzo blinks terribly down at the toilet. “For now,” He declares.

Chayoung comes closer, helping him stand up. Vincenzo makes the short journey to the sink, where he grips its edges and tries to catch his breath. Chayoung runs a soothing hand down his back. His skin is too hot.

“Have you taken any medicine?” She asks, knowing the answer.

“I don’t know which one to take,” Vincenzo whines, and god, Chayoung’s never heard him like this before. “I know the language. I know how to read the labels. But nothing makes sense.”

Chayoung tries, with no success, to hold in a laugh. She wraps her arms around his waist from behind in a rush of affection, smothering her amusement between his shoulder blades. If she looks up, she’ll see Vincenzo scowling in the mirror.

But she doesn’t, so Vincenzo gathers himself, somewhat energised by Chayoung holding him, and makes quick work of washing his hands and rinsing out his mouth. By the end of it, he’s ready to collapse on the bathroom floor itself.

“Let’s get you to bed, hm?” Chayoung says, when Vincenzo makes no indication of moving. “Do you need a moment?”

Vincenzo’s wet hands settle on hers, where they’re snug over his abdomen. “I’m feeling… lightheaded.”

Chayoung hums, holds him tighter. “Take your time. I’ll wait.”

“Okay,” Vincenzo sighs, gripping the edges of the sink for support again, feeling the sweat cool against his skin. He can take his time.

[narcissistheadgirl]

Ready or Not, Part 1

Hong Yu-Chan is not just Chairman Jang Guk-Hwan’s lawyer, also a trustworthy friend. He dies in a car accident shortly after his beloved friend’s unexpected death. Jang Han-Seok and Hong Cha-Young are childhood friends. They have been working together as the Chairman and his loyal lawyer since their fathers’ death.

“Did you take care of it?” Han-Seok asked. “Smoothly, as always. I spent a small piece of your fortune though." She scoffed. “That's why i make it, right?" He winked.

***

Even after ten years, Cha-Young still believes his father was killed. After hearing the existence of The Guillotine File, she starts searching for it. She hopes she will find a clue about her father's murder in the file.

“I may or may not have found something about The Guillotine File.” Han-Seok rolled his eyes wearily. “I don’t understand why you are so obsessed with it.” Her face hardened. “The file was documented by former chief prosecutor. It includes all the corruptions and crimes committed by Korean businessmen, politicians and old money.” She huffed and took a large gulp from her whisky. “There must be something in it about our fathers' deaths. There must be a clue.” “Well, mine was an asshole. So I don’t care what happened to him as long as he stays dead. And about yours… Late-night, drunk driver, old age. Sounds like a tragic fate to me.” “No, it’s not.” Cha-Young was dead serious and Han-Seok knew, she’d go the whole nine yards.

***

With his indifference, she goes after the Guillotine File on her own. Traces take her to the head of the Italian Mafia: La Famiglia Cassano. She gets in touch with their Korean contact man, he gets in touch with The Cassanos. With all her stubbornness, she pushes them to set up a meeting. And then, only weeks later… She books a seat on the direct flight to Italy. What Cha-Young wants, Cha-Young gets, right?

***

And Han-Seo. Final year undergraduate student. Unprofessional hockey player. The future Vice Chairman. Like a brother to Cha Young. Still, she feels he’s hiding something from her. Something she needs to know.

“I’m gonna miss you, Noona. This place doesn’t feel like home when you’re not here.” She playfully punched his upper arm. “Ya! Don’t be such a drama queen! This is my thing.”

***

When Cha-Young lands in Italy, she is greeted by an unexpected greeter.

Cha-Young knew who the attractive young man was. Vincenzo Cassano, the infamous Italian-Korean Consigliere of the Cassano Family. She walked towards him and was about to reach out her hand when he bowed slightly. “Itallia-e osin geos-eul hwan-yeonghabnida, Hong Cha-Young byeonhosa-nim.” She smiled and this time, reached out her hand properly. “È un grande piacere essere qui come ospite della famiglia Cassano.” It was his turn to smile. He shook her hand gently while good looking, young, Italian man -must be his driver, Cha-Young thought- was taking her luggage. “Vincenzo Cassano.” “Are you always the one picking family’s guests up from the airport, Mr. Consigliere?” “Capo thought it’d be better for you to be greeted by a friendly face. Shall we go?”

I blame google for the wrong translation (:

Part 2 will be aired soon - i hope -

My other moodboards are: The Foreign Father , Dear Past Me

[ritzbernal]

And he held her oh my gosh.

I think as a fandom we're not giving this parallel enough attention 😂

But honestly tho when she's done with his lies she literally grabs him by the suit and confronts him about it 😗 you're not part of the mafia? Bullshit, I know you're in the mafia. You "love" me but won't kiss me till later? bullshit again.