#I got locked out of my computer for a half hour and couldn't reset my password too so that was so 💖 lovely

[shima-draws]

Aha aha AHA I am going to lie face down in a river. Christ

[triple-7-heaven]

True Love Waits

a/n: reader insert has been ignoring Haseul since she came into his apartment, but hits her up for a weekend vacation, where they reset and move forward, and reader insert takes a huge step towards the rest of their lives together... written with a male reader in mind but can be read by anyone ^^ epic times, wrote half of this, then computer decided to get rid of the file :'-) but i really wanted to write making up with Haseul, couldn't leave it on a bad note with her, my baby edit: link to part 1, my bad TT pairing: reader x haseul; words: 2.6k ; categories: loona, haseul, reader insert, angst, fluff, proposal(?)

It had been another rough couple of weeks. A couple of weeks since you'd caved and let Haseul into your apartment, since you'd showed her your heart, since she watched with bated breath as you hid away the ring box, since you resolved to try again with her. You'd been effectively ignoring her, but one Wednesday evening after getting home from work, you shot Haseul a text. Just one.

You didn't answer. You didn't need to. It wasn't surprising that she'd answered so quickly, or that she answered affirmatively; she'd been texting you a lot, but you didn't respond. Even if you were a talkative person, you wouldn't know what to say to her. You had until Friday to figure it out.

Those next two days dragged, but finally on Friday, you left work at lunchtime to go home and get ready. You stood at your apartment door with a backpack on, a suitcase in one hand, and glanced down at the two plane tickets in the other. You checked your phone: 2:15. You made sure your door was locked, then headed down and jumped in a taxi to the airport. Your eyes followed the skyline through the window, and you thought about what you'd say. You thought about the ring box in your pocket. Before you could think about it for too long, you'd arrived, and you tipped the driver and grabbed your suitcase before heading over to a bench near the Korean Air check-in desk. You sat there for a while, and your mind wandered back to the ring. Why'd you even bring it? You shifted to feel it in your pocket. Then you felt someone sit next to you.

"Hey!" Haseul said gleefully, giving you that eye-smile and hanging onto her suitcase with one hand, awkwardly fidgeting with the other. You smiled back at her, the first time you'd smiled in a while. You checked the time: 2:54. You nodded to her to stand, and she followed you to the check-in desk. After checking in and handing off your luggage, you started towards security, taking Haseul's hand and trailing her behind you. You didn't mean it like that; you meant it like 'you're tiny and I don't want you to get lost.' After the security checkpoint you grabbed ahold of her again as she started to wander off, and led her to the gate area. You'd be boarding soon, but you had to sit and wait for a bit beforehand. You stayed quiet, eyes at the floor; you saw Haseul looking at you in your peripheral vision. You only turned to speak to her when you heard the PA.

"That's us," you said.

"Oh, Jeju? Woah..." she trailed off and you stood, dragging her along in tow. You crossed the jet bridge and got to your seats; you'd gotten Haseul the window seat, it was her favorite. It was your favorite, too. But... It was her favorite. She eagerly looked out the window at the aircraft, at the people and machines scrambling on the tarmac. In the past, you'd told her what each and every plane was, what the people were doing, what the machinery was for. But today, you just threw on your headphones and closed your eyes. For the duration of the hour-and-a-half long flight, you kept silent, listening to music. You felt Haseul take your hand, but you didn't fight it. Upon landing and taxiing to the stand, you opened your eyes and noticed that she was really asleep. You used your other hand to gently push against her shoulder and wake her up. She yawned and rubbed her eyes as you put your headphones into your backpack. You took her hand again to deplane and lead her to baggage claim; the Jeju wind hit you hard as soon as you walked out of the sliding glass doors. A taxi was idling on the curb and you strolled over and waved, then opened the door for Haseul and placed your luggage in the back. You sat next to her, then gave the name of your hotel, and the driver pulled off. You tipped the driver generously and grabbed your bags, and rushed through the check-in at the front desk. Haseul found the elevators before you, and she held the door open for you to join her. Finally you made it to your room, and you walked in and sat on the couch. Your eyes were glued to her small frame as she delicately walked through the room, taking it in, making her way to the huge windows and gazing out at the ocean.

"Wow, I... This is amazing," she said.

"You want to get something to eat?" you asked.

"Oh, sure! Let me brush my hair out, the wind, you know," she said. She fixed herself up and you did the same, straightening out your clothes, cleaning your glasses, until she emerged from the bathroom and nodded to you. You headed down and started walking to a restaurant nearby; you'd secretly pre-planned this dinner and destination specifically. She took your hand again, and again you let her. With every step, you felt the box in your pocket...

"Here, this is it," you said. You opened the door for Haseul to enter the restaurant. You asked for outside seating like you'd seen on the trip websites, and the waitress happily led you out. The balcony gave a view of the white sands of Jeju and the blue water beyond, low waves lazily lapping at the shore. Dinner was perfect, Haseul got to order some of her favorite foods, you made small talk and caught up, and the awkwardness was dispelled just a little. After you finished and paid the check, you suggested a little walk on the beach, and Haseul excitedly agreed. You held her shoes for her and watched her run like a little kid along the waterline. She dropped back a little and took your hand to lead you into the water. She giggled and squealed as the freezing cold ocean came over her feet and yours, and you reached out to grab her waist and pull her towards you, pressing your bodies together. She looked up with wide eyes and awkwardly set her hands on your shoulders.

"You know you didn't have to do all this," she said.

"I know. I wanted to," you replied. "I wanted to spend some time with you. Do something nice for you."

"Wait... You didn't do this as an apology, right? For not talking to me? Tell me you didn't..." she said, and her eyes began to well up with tears. "No, no, you don't have anything to apologize for... If anyone should be apologizing, it's me, I..." she trailed off. You put a hand on her face and drew her to you, kissing her hard on the lips. When you pulled away, her tears had fallen, and you wiped them away with your thumb.

"Haseul... Forget about apologies. Please. You hurt me, I ignored you... We're moving on," you said. She cried harder and covered her face with one hand, and you pulled her into a hug.

"You... Are you saying you forgive me?" she asked.

"I forgave you a while ago. That night I let you into my apartment... I forgave you then," you said. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"No, please don't apologize. I think maybe it's good that I had to wait. It showed me how much I needed you," she said.

"I need you, too, Haseul. It's been hard without you. But we're here now, okay? We're here, and we're together, and we're moving on," you said. She sighed against you and you squeezed her tightly. The sun had gone down. The cold water splashed against your legs, the wind ran through your hair and clothes, the lights from the city shone in the distance. You placed a kiss on the top of Haseul's head, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair.

"Want to go back to the room?" you asked softly. She nodded and looked at you wistfully. Her delicate features were more beautiful than you remembered under the moonlight. You took her hand and the two of you walked up the beach until you reached your hotel, where you entered after getting as much sand off of your feet as you could. Upon reaching your room, you swept her off her feet and hopped into bed with her. Her arms snaked around your neck and yours made their way around her waist as you fell onto the soft sheets together, and you she kissed your hard. Her desperation, her hunger, her yearning, they were palpable on her lips and tongue as she devoured you with her hands tangled in your hair. The gorgeous, soft curves of her waist and hips ran underneath your fingers, and you slipped your hands under her shirt. This only fed her fire; she bit down on your bottom lip and whimpered into your mouth. You'd missed her skin, her perfume, the softness of her hair, and you ate her up as much as she did you. She pulled away from you and allowed you to lift her shirt over her head. She tugged at yours, and you followed suit, removing your shirt and feeling the cold hotel A/C on your skin. She ran her hands over your torso and got close to you again.

"I missed you so much. God, I missed you," she whispered into your neck. You placed your hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair softly.

"I know. I know... I missed you, too. Hey, weird question. Did you finish 2521?" you asked, and she looked at you quizzically.

"No, I didn't watch any past the last episode we watched together. What are you..?" she trailed off.

"Let's finish the season tonight, huh? Just cuddle and watch it?" you asked. She giggled and kicked her feet in the air, nodding excitedly. And that's what you did that night; you held her close to you and watched your favorite drama together. Haseul's little comments, your stupid jokes, the warmth of her body on top of yours underneath the sheets... This was your new favorite place in the world. Haseul was asleep after only two or three episodes, so you switched off the TV and closed your eyes, too.

The next morning, you woke up late, and she was scrolling on her phone, still lying on top of you. You tightened your hold on her body and she started to smile; you kissed her cheek.

"Ever been to that park with the bonsai trees?" you asked. She shook her head. "Let's do that today, if you want."

"It sounds amazing, let me shower first," she replied.

"Mind if I join you?" you poked her stomach. She giggled and slid out of bed, pulling you along with her to the shower. The hot water eased your muscles and your mind as your hands wandered her beautiful body. Soon, you were finished, and you got dried off and dressed quickly. When Haseul wasn't looking, you grabbed the ring box and put it in your pocket...

Am I doing this?

You nodded to each other and headed downstairs. After a brief taxi ride you'd made it to Jeju's 'Spirited Garden,' a gorgeous, expansive park filled with bonsai trees, stone sculptures, winding rivers and bridges, and green grass. Haseul stared open-mouthed at the beauty in front of her, and you reached out to take her hand. People passed by, some of their gazes lingered on Haseul, but they didn't say anything. You wandered along the paths, took some photos of her in front of the trees, and continued to walk for an hour or so. She suggested what she called a 'late lunch, early dinner, whatever,' and you agreed. She didn't know you had already planned to take her to the restaurant located in the gardens. The restaurant was cute with large windows and comfortable chairs, and you got a view of one of the park's many waterfalls while you ate together. All the awkwardness was gone. You talked and joked and laughed without any reservations, you held hands, Haseul messed with your feet under the table and insisted on feeding you dumplings. You feigned reluctance, but truthfully, you were beyond elated to have her babying you again.

The sun had made its way behind some dense clouds by the time you left the restaurant. You took her hand and led her down one of the paths to a quiet area with stone benches, delicate bonsai trees, and a quiet river nearby. You sat down and kissed her, and she happily reciprocated your affection with hands on your chest and shoulders. You broke the kiss and pulled back to look at her.

"How are you feeling?" you asked.

"Honestly, better than I've been in... Ever, I think. This has been so amazing," she sighed. "You know we've been so busy lately, I feel like I hardly have time to catch my breath. But this, here, with you, has been perfect."

"It's nice to just get away from everything, certainly. But it wouldn't be the same without you. My whole life wouldn't be..." you said. Your hand moved to your pocket, and her eyes followed it and widened. You slid off the bench and looked intently at her face as surprise crept into her features. With one knee on the pavement, you finally revealed to her the ring box.

Deep breaths...

"I never want to be apart from you like that ever again. So... Jo Haseul. Would you want to marry me?" you asked. You always thought proposals sounded stuffy and forced. But it almost felt natural now. She immediately teared up and her hands covered her face as she nodded. You heard her crying and mumbling behind them, making out a few words, 'perfect,' 'deserve,' 'always wanted...'

"Hey... I love you," you said. She shook her head and grabbed your face to kiss you.

"I love you, too. Of course I would want to marry you, if you're offering," she joked though her tears of joy. You even felt a few rolling down your own face. You opened up the box, and she gasped looking at the ring.

"Hopefully it fits, I measured your finger while you were sleeping months ago, so it might have been a little off," you said.

"Wait. Months ago?" she asked.

"Ah, nevermind..." you said hastily and took her hand to slip the ring on; it fit perfectly. She stood up at the same time you did, and hugged you tighter than she ever had before. You did the same, worried you might crush her, but either way you continued to hold her. The soft sounds of the river, distant chatter coming from other visitors of the park, Haseul's breaths against your chest, the smell of her perfume, and the ring on her finger. This was your new favorite place in the world.

But maybe it wasn't. Maybe your favorite place in the world was just... With her. It crossed your mind that she had a busy next couple of months; planning for a wedding, moving in together, even a honeymoon, these things would be hard. But as long as you had Haseul, your soon-to-be wife... Your wife... It would turn out fine.