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sooinbloom · 3 months ago

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Haven’t Met You Yet

pairing: kyungsoo x you genre:��meet cute, fluff, neighbor AU, actor!soo word count: 3,302 description: Kyungsoo becomes enamored with his neighbor, and one chance encounter becomes the start of something beautiful warnings: language author’s note: hello dear reader! Long time no see! Sorry about that. this is another one shot that i wrote and never published. I came up with it listening to the song, “Haven’t Met You Yet” by Michael Buble. I have a bit of an idea for a second part, let me know if you liked this one shot and I’ll get to work on the second part! Thank you for your likes, reblogs and shares on my other work! It baffles me that these things get read. Please enjoy, this is lighthearted, no warnings… Just cuteness. Dividers by @saradika-graphics , gif is not mine.

- Aria

Kyungsoo watches his neighbor every day.

He wasn't sure how it or when it started, he can’t remember anything before seeing her walking down the sidewalk that one autumn morning. Ever since, he was taken by her. He watched her from across the street from his living room window. Their townhouses faced each other, her house number was 111 and his was 112. Kyungsoo liked that, how she was before him in many ways. Out of anything in the world, he wanted her to be the first thing he saw in the morning and was determined to start his day with just a glimpse of her. Her shifts were opposite from his, she worked during the day and his call times were mainly at night for the first half of his project. When Kyungsoo would come home from work, she would be locking her door and leaving for the day.

Today was no exception.

Kyungsoo watched her lock her door as she slowly descended the few steps that gave her access to the sidewalk. He didn’t understand how one woman could look so perfect this early in the morning. Her hair grazed her shoulders in a pretty style he had never seen her wear before. The outfit she wore slowly became the actor’s favorite he’s seen her wear so far. The cream-colored chunky sweater, brown calf-length skirt and sneakers combination she was wearing looked like what holding her in his arms must feel like; cozy and warm. A badge hung from a soft pink lanyard around her neck, and he could never make out what the ID said, but from his best guess she must have worked in an office somewhere.

Kyungsoo couldn't tell what color her eyes were, but their serene gleam made him want to see the soul behind them. The man hoped one day he could muster up enough courage to speak to her and see those eyes up close. Having her at a distance was becoming too much to bear, just watching this beautiful woman he called his neighbor on her daily commute or weekend morning walks was not enough anymore.

This beautiful stranger had a glow about her that Kyungsoo could not quite put his finger on. At one point, Kyungsoo wondered if the woman was even real or just a fatigued apparition that only appeared when he was too tired to realize she was not real. This theory was proven wrong on several occasions but stayed a theory in the back of his head. He would scold himself every time he would gravitate toward the window to watch her come home after her long days.

This is insane.

This is creepy.

You're stalking your neighbor. Your beautiful neighbor.

The problem remained that Kyungsoo did not know how to approach her. Did she speak the same language? How embarrassing would it be if he opened his mouth, and she did not understand him! Kyungsoo spoke English, yes, but felt more comfortable speaking in his native language, Korean. He could express himself better and not second guess every word that came out of his mouth. Even worse... What if she recognized him? It’s not exactly impossible, but not something the actor would bet on.

Relocating to Los Angeles for his first major international movie role was a huge step in Kyungsoo’s career. He was on the cusp of his entire life changing, and dating was the furthest thing from his mind… Until he saw her. Losing himself in the idea of her became Kyungsoo’s favorite past time, living in a world where she was by his side. He loved the idea of her. She could be the worst thing for him, but he figured he would never know until he took the chance to put himself out there against the advisory of his management. Being alone in a new country was already hard enough on Kyungsoo, the isolation was starting to make him reflect on just how lonely he felt and the yearning to share his life with someone started to overtake him.

He also understood how crazy all of this was. He never even said a greeting to his woman yet he was certain she could be the one he wanted to spend his Sunday mornings with, doing nothing being close to her, holding her as she woke up in his arms. No one made him lose his mind more than her, this woman he never met before. He didn't want to make his neighbor feel uncomfortable around him if they ever met. He made a sincere effort to catch a glimpse of her without her noticing but the more he lingered at the window, the harder it was to be incognito.

He softly rehearsed what he would say to his neighbor if they ever met as he took a hot shower, even giving himself pause to make sure his words made sense. As he readies himself for bed, he runs through his monologue for filming after this mini production break he is on but seems to resort back to practicing his greetings for his neighbor. How could she make him lose his focus to easily?! His head hits the pillow, forcing himself to fall asleep as fast as possible. This way he could be greeted with her presence at 5:30pm sharp, just as he has been doing every single day for the last couple of months.

Kyungsoo's alarm chimes loudly in his ear, waking him from yet another dream of her. Part of him wanted to stay floating in the fantasy world he created where she belonged to him but he knew if he dawdled a second longer, he would miss her. Stumbling out of bed, the half-asleep man rushes to make coffee and turn the television on so it is not obvious he’s waiting for her.

Don’t be weird. Even though this is the weirdest thing you’ve ever done, Doh Kyungsoo.

He pulls the curtains back ever-so-slightly and waits for her appearance.

5:29.

5:30.

There she is.

Her arms are full of grocery bags, she looks tired and out of it. More than likely, it must have been a long day for her. He’d been picking up on her physical cues for some time now and her shoulders told him everything he needed to know about her day without hearing a single word. Kyungsoo wondered what her voice sounded like, was it soft like clouds? Sweet like honey? Calm like a summer breeze? He pondered over this over and over, musing over what it would take to make her laugh, what her lips tasted like…

Stop being a creep. Is it creepy that I like her and never met her? I’m not surprised, Kyungsoo thought to himself.

It was clear that she was struggling, her shoelace gets caught under her other shoe, causing her to trip. Her bags spill their contents onto her cement-paved walkway. He watches her land on her lawn, her mouth uttering curses he can’t hear but can definitely make out from how her lips move. Without thinking, Kyungsoo bolts into action and crosses the street.

"Are you alright?" Kyungsoo asks, nervously getting to her level. The woman looks up at him and the most beautiful eyes meet his. Now he was sure what color they were, and my God was it a beautiful hue. She tilted her head in confusion, and awe of the handsome man in front of her.

"Sorry?" Her eyes plead with him, "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

Holy shit.

Kyungsoo was not expecting that beautiful of a voice to come from her. Well, to be fair, he didn’t know what to expect but her tone exceeds his expectations. He was hoping for such a harmonious sound and he got it. The man realizes what he had done and blushes in her gaze. He did exactly what he feared he would do: speak in his native language, a language she obviously does not understand. With a gulp, he hangs his head, the burn of embarrassment tingling his ears and neck as words that felt foreign on his tongue left his mouth.

"Sorry, sorry. Are you alright?" Kyungsoo helps her up and she dusts herself off. She mutters a soft thank you and their hands brush gently. Shivers run down Kyungsoo’s spine at her touch, he knew if he lingered, he’d become addicted to the sensation of her fingers touching his.

"Yes, I’m alright. No injuries except for my pride. Have we met before? Do you live nearby?" She replies, picking up a bag or two. He notices the grass stains on her skirt as gathers her groceries in their bags. He sets them neatly in a row and puts his entire focus on her.

"Maybe we crossed paths a time or two. I just moved in. I am from Korea." Kyungsoo admits.

"Korea... Very nice! I’ve always wanted to go there. If you don't mind me asking, why did you move here? Lately there’s been so many new faces in the community, but I haven’t had a chance to meet half of my new neighbors. You’re the first so far.”

Kyungsoo debates on if he should tell her. Would she know he's an actor? Would it matter? Kyungsoo fought the rapid-fire thoughts in his head the best he could and tried to form an answer that would a) make sense and b) be in the language she understood.

"I'm... I'm here for a work project. I'm an actor." Kyungsoo lowly admits. He becomes surprised when she calmly nods as if he told her he’s an office worker.

"Makes sense. Most people that live here are. Minus myself and a few others. For the last year, the studio nearby leases a few townhomes in the complex until their projects are finished." She notes, grabbing a few grocery bags. "I'm so sorry, if it's not too much can I ask for your help getting these inside?"

"Of course I can help." Kyungsoo beams, proudly taking the rest of her grocery bags and following her. He couldn’t help but take her in from up close. She’s about an inch or two shorter than him, her body has curves that Kyungsoo eagerly travels down with his wonder-filled eyes to commit her to memory. He nervously bumbles behind her and once he passes the threshold… It is exactly how he had imagined it: not too neat, not too messy and very her… Or the idea of her in his head.

"The kitchen is here," the woman says, "Oh, my. I never asked your name."

"Doh Kyungsoo. In America it's Kyungsoo Doh, right?"

"Yes, that’s correct but you don’t need to change how you say it. It’s nice as it is. Doh Kyungsoo... Kyungsoo..." please, keep saying my name... "100 Days My Prince, right?"

Kyungsoo's eyes widen at the confirmation that she does indeed know who he is. He takes a breath and slowly nods. This can go one of two ways. She can just be a normal person or she can be completely unhinged, oh no... What have I done?

"This is going to sound odd," she chuckles at herself, "I... Kind of knew who you were but didn’t know how to approach you without making it super weird."

Kyungsoo blushes again, his shyness taking over. She's a fan? "So, you knew who I was?"

The beauty before him blushes this time, looking away from him. "I had a feeling, but I figured I could be wrong. You probably get recognized a lot. Like I said, there is quite a few actors living in this complex for work. I would not want to make you feel uncomfortable. You are truly kind for taking the time to help me. Thank you."

"Tell me your name." Kyungsoo can sense his desperation in his voice as he leans on the counter. He hears her name roll off her tongue, the sound of it echoing in his ears. He repeats it softly, then looks up at her.

"Beautiful," Kyungsoo breathes.

“Thanks.” She smiles again, now all he wants to do is make her smile like that again and again… Possibly make her face contort in other ways if he was to be so lucky.

“So, what is it you do for work? Since we are sharing.” Kyungsoo asks, now even more curious to know every small detail about her.

“I’m screenplay writer for a network… ABC.” She replies. Kyungsoo tilts his head and wonders if it is a fake company, or she does not want to say. She catches on and chuckles softly, “it is an American broadcasting station. Shows like Grey’s Anatomy and Abbott Elementary are on the network.”

Kyungsoo’s eyes widen. She seems pretty important. The woman chuckles softly at Kyungsoo’s surprised look and waves her hand.

“Trust me, I am nothing special. I haven’t gotten a chance to work on a big show like those just yet. I have written for other networks, but nothing major like a prime-time show. Right now, I am in between projects, trying to find a home with a writing team. Since you helped me… Forgive me if this is a bit forward but would you like to stay for dinner?”

There was no hesitation as he looked at her with his head already nodding.

“I would love to.”

“Great! I was planning on making steak and pasta, is that okay? No dietary issues or…”

“I have been craving steak for months. I have been on a diet for my role, and I need an excuse to break it, and your offer is the best excuse to go rogue.” Kyungsoo smirks, enjoying how her eyes crinkle when she laughs. She moves swiftly in the kitchen, taking the groceries out of the bags and setting up everything she needs to cook. He watches her for a moment, then realizes he doesn’t want to just spectate. He wants to cook with her and feels this is a great way to brag about his chef experience.

“Would you like some help? I’m… I’m a licensed chef in Korea.” The man stutters, his confidence waning as the seconds stretch to what feels like minutes in his mind.

“A chef? I’m starting to like you even more than I did a few moments ago, Doh Kyungsoo.” Her reply sounds flirtatious. Is it flirtatious? Kyungsoo’s ears warm and he stands beside her, looking over the ingredients laid out on the counter, “I’m not exactly a chef, this is probably one of the only meals I know how to cook. There really isn’t much room for cooking with the schedule I have.”

“Don’t you worry, I can give you a few pointers… If you’ll let me.” Kyungsoo hears his voice drop lower, that adorable crimson spreads across the woman’s cheeks. It is funny how his lack of confidence is making her bashful, and how that reaction alone fills him with pride. She watches him chop and prep the ingredients with ease, he loved every second of her eyes on him.

“You seem to know what you’re doing, I might have to take you up on that offer.” She smirks. “So, tell me more about your cooking experience, what made you want to become a chef?”

“Well… It started when I was in high school…” Kyungsoo began to tell her the story of how his love for culinary arts came to be. He had been helping around the house after his mother had a minor surgery and his older brother had assigned Kyungsoo kitchen duty. He had to search up how to cook basic recipes and followed them to the letter out of anxiety of killing everyone in his family by food poisoning. The anxiety quickly turned to ease as he fell into a rhythm. He enjoyed how the aroma of the dishes made him feel accomplished, calm and the idea of serving his hardworking parents pushed him even further to cook regularly.

Kyungsoo’s mother championed this idea, she wanted her son to be independent and not rely on anyone to do basic survival skills for him. As Kyungsoo relayed the story, the woman beside him rests her elbows on the counter fully immersed in him. He could feel his heart flutter at the attention. Being wonderstruck by how quickly they drew each other in, the conversation continued, each of them sharing little anecdotes as Kyungsoo absentmindedly took over the kitchen. What once was small glances through a window turned into a back-and-forth conversation between two familiar strangers.

The clock wound down the hours and the sun set behind the Los Angeles hills, but the two neighbors became familiar as time went on. Kyungsoo learned that his neighbor wasn’t from Los Angeles, she had moved here a couple years ago for work. She preferred black tea over coffee, her favorite color was mint green, and she was an only child. She spent her summers on her grandparent's farm in the countryside of a place he had never heard of but could picture perfectly as she described the flat land and meadows she would adventure on. The little bits she told Kyungsoo was not enough. He wanted more. He needed more.

Kyungsoo thanked the woman for her hospitality, reluctant to leave her. It was now or never, he had to see her again. What made it difficult was his schedule, it was going to get more demanding after this rare day off he had.

“Thank you again for helping me and giving me company.” She said as she leaned on the wall of the entryway to her house.

“It’s no problem, really. I’m glad that I was available to help.” Kyungsoo softly replies. The words were on the tip of his tongue, he was going to ask her out. But before he could, she took a breath and crossed her arms over her chest.

“So, how long have you been watching me through your living room window?” She giggles. Kyungsoo could feel the color draining from his face at the prospect of her knowing he was watching her like a stalker. Yet, she’s smiling. It did not make any sense; he was caught red handed and she is smiling? “Do you think I dress this nice every day on purpose? I was… Trying to get your attention, for awhile I thought maybe I failed or was delusional at the prospect of you looking at me.”

“No, no. It worked. It definitely worked. I love looking at you.” Kyungsoo blurts, immediately regretting his words. Now I blew it.

“I’m relieved that you do. Is it possible that we can see each other again?” Is she asking me out?

“It’s a possibility,” Kyungsoo replies smoothly, “maybe you can come to my place for dinner next time. If that’s okay. Is that okay?”

Her laugh echoes in Kyungsoo’s mind, he can’t believe this all worked out the way that it did.

“It’s definitely okay. You don’t have to be so nervous, Kyungsoo.” She reaches out and grazes his arm, her gaze warmly meeting his.

“I’ll have to look at my filming schedule and get back to you, but I promise you won’t be waiting long. I want to see you again soon.” Kyungsoo affirms, taking his phone out and offering it to her. “Can I get your number?”

She happily takes his phone and types her number in the contact, playfully setting her contact name as Girl in 111, her house number. She does the same and Kyungsoo sets his contact name as Guy in 112, enjoying this little game they are playing. The short walk home felt like 100 miles to Kyungsoo. He turned and saw her standing in the doorway, waving softly.

It worked out exactly how he imagined, and couldn’t wait to discover more of her.

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sooinbloom · 4 months ago

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Wedding Dress

pairing: kyungsoo x you genre: angst, fluff, lost love, slight smut word count: 3,619 description: Kyungsoo has one last chance to prove his love for you, and it just so happens to be on your wedding day to a man that you don’t love. warnings: mentions of domestic/relationship abuse and violence, minors DNI author’s note: hello dear reader. this is another one shot that was collecting dust in my drafts. This is heavily inspired off of the Grey’s Anatomy Jackson x April arc where Jackson confesses his love to April at her wedding to Matthew. I also had, “Wedding Dress” by Taeyang playing while I wrote this. Those two elements came together to make this fic. There are mentions of abuse, please proceed with caution if this is a sensitive subject for you. Thank you for your likes, reblogs and shares! I appreciate it more than you know. Dividers by @saradika-graphics , photo is not mine.

- Aria

It felt like 100 years had passed since you said goodbye to him. It felt like longer, but Kyungsoo knew he could exaggerate details when it came to you and living life without you. He remembers the moment you said goodbye, it was confusing but also made so much sense.

He failed you.

On the night of your breakup, you told him everything that was on your mind and he hated it. You felt that the relationship was going in circles in an endless guessing game of back and forth. Up and down. The endless questions that embedded themselves in your mind without any answers. Feeling abandoned, unimportant, the list started to accumulate. It felt like you were in a relationship with a completely different person than you had met and fallen in love with your first year of university.

To be clear, it wasn’t that Kyungsoo didn’t love you or care about you. He did. He adored you. Ever since the moment you met in ECON 101 in fact. It was such a specific place to meet someone. A lecture hall full of people and the meet-cute set up was something out of a movie. Kyungsoo saw you from across the room and could not take his eyes off you. He just didn’t account for the fact that there was a wall in front of him that he didn’t notice until he walked right into it. While stumbling to the floor of the lecture hall, you had a laugh and helped him up.

Despite the embarrassment of your first meeting and a few awkward run ins at the university library, you and Kyungsoo became study partners. This continued for at least half of the academic year and you began to dance around the fast that you had feelings for each other. At the same time, you were grateful for the budding friendship at least. What started as something very innocent turned into something else entirely one night in his dorm room.

After an uneventful evening of studying and soft conversation over cups of coffee, the young and not-so-confident Kyungsoo took a risk and kissed you. The kiss was unexpected, hungry, and so needed to break the tension that built for months between the two of you. Something between you two awakened. Love began to bloom. He became yours, a position he thought was irrevocable. He got comfortable at the notion of you and not growing with you.

Somewhere in between Kyungsoo finishing law school and you branching off to go to culinary school, the relationship fell flat. Then crashed. Then burned. Ashes of your memories together were all that remained mixed in with every should’ve, could’ve, would’ve that existed in Kyungsoo’s mind.

Kyungsoo had an inkling your parents were relieved; he was not exactly the guy that they envisioned for you. You were not a rich girl, but your family was well off and expected you to marry a social status above you. Ridiculous? Yes. Characteristic of you? Not in the slightest. That didn’t necessarily matter to your parents, they thought they knew what was best for you, emphasis on thought. Every single day regret lived in Kyungsoo as he watched you date some idiot named Ren. Your parents had set you up with him not even a month after yours and Kyungsoo’s breakup, despite your protests of wanting to be single and focus on your career. What kind of name was Ren anyway?

Ren had money, nice cars, and a fancy job at his father’s brokerage. That meant nothing to Kyungsoo, he knew Ren would never care for and love you the way he did, even though he did not fully show you the love you absolutely deserved. Kyungsoo was grappling with the fact that Ren was marrying the love of his life, the one that got away.

Now, Kyungsoo had an hour.

An hour to stop an entire wedding.

Kyungsoo's friends tried to talk him out of his plan to stop the wedding of his ex-girlfriend, but he could not acknowledge logic over love. Chanyeol had spent countless hours on the stool next to Kyungsoo at their favorite bar, hours after the law firm closed and Kyungsoo was four beers deep in wallowing over you. He would ask Kyungsoo over and over if this is what he really wanted to do. Chanyeol also knew once something was in his best friend’s line of sight, there was no changing his mind. It was as counter productive as mixing oil and water trying to reason with Kyungsoo at this point in his decision making.

On paper, Ren was a great guy. Kyungsoo, being a prosecutor, knew there were many men that looked good on paper and were absolute monsters in reality, behind closed doors of course. The realization that his suspicions were correct came in the form of your friends telling Kyungsoo the truth about your relationship with Ren.

One by one, friend by friend, the truth came together. Their stories matched and didn’t leave out a single detail, as difficult as the details were to stomach. Ren was a millionaire, sure. There was a secret he was hiding from the world. He was a man with little patience and a temper. His family did their utmost to hide the fact that he battered every woman he dated, including you.

What you did not know was that Kyungsoo knew.

The first time Ren laid his hands on you, you were terrified that your friends would tell Kyungsoo. They knew that it was not easy to explain the reasons why you were black and blue. The words seemed as generic as a PR statement, that you didn’t think you would ever be in this position, he didn’t mean it, any excuse to make Ren look innocent though blood was on his hands.

Your friends explained to Kyungsoo that you made them swear not to say anything to anyone. Fortunately, the friend group you had cared enough about you to not even listen to your requests. Each request was futile, ignored. If they kept quiet, Ren would end up killing you. They did what they could, but it was not enough to get you away from your abuser. The cycle was embedded into your brain, became routine, and felt impossible to escape.

The violence against you continued and your friends felt no choice but to tell Kyungsoo a few weeks before the wedding that it wasn’t getting any better. Kyungsoo did what he did best and gathered evidence. It was the only thing that silenced the screaming voice inside of his head to throw caution to the wind and erase Ren from existence. Kyungsoo spent most of his time plotting how to get you away from Ren. The only solution was to crash the wedding and get you to run away with him.

He had to give you a grand gesture, he had to save you.

Kyungsoo anxiously adjusted his cuff links, smoothed his neatly combed hair, and adjusted his lapel one more time. Taking a breath, he rehearsed his speech over and over in his head to make sure not one word was missing. Every second counted, every word held weight. He just hoped they would tip the scales in his favor.

On the drive to the wedding venue, Kyungsoo listened to songs that reminded him of you. He hummed along as his heart beat out of his chest. He knew he was out of his mind, but he did not care. There was still a chance that you would say no. Turn away. It was a chance he was willing to take if it meant you were away from the monster you were set to marry. If you were in his arms again you would only know love and nothing else.

God, he needed this to work… As outrageous as the plan was. There was no backup or do-overs. You were on the line, and needed to know you were everything to him.

Meanwhile, you were surrounded by people poking and prodding at you, getting your hair and makeup done for the biggest day of your life. Everyone around her was smiling, happy and emotional. You couldn't feel anything. Your heart was not with Ren at all. Your heart belonged to Kyungsoo. Even though the breakup felt like it happened so long ago, you constantly compared the two men.

Ren was initially a rebound that was carefully set up by your parents, Kyungsoo was the right person at the wrong time. You knew that the moment you said, "I Do", your chances with Kyungsoo would be gone. The breakup was so juvenile, the reasons were stupid. You could have fought harder, he should have put in more effort. You both would have been happy if you just got over yourselves and invested more time together to grow and fall deeper in love. In your point of view, the problem with Kyungsoo was that he did not show affection often and his work was a priority. Being on track to becoming a successful prosecutor at the time had its pros and cons, the cons being a very lonely girlfriend who desperately wanted to be your wife and craved her lover’s attention. If only you would have seen how your life would’ve turned out before breaking up with him, you never would have done it.

You hear your name being called. It snaps you out of your thoughts of Kyungsoo. You turn to see your mother with watery eyes.

"My baby, why aren't you smiling? This is the best day of your life!"

"So you think," you mumble as the makeup artist finishes your face. So far, you had done an excellent job at hiding the black eye that Ren gave you a couple of nights ago.

"Baby, you are about to be set for life. What did I tell you about a man like Ren?"

"Keep my mouth shut, turn my cheek and endure." you whisper fearfully, "Kyungsoo would never do this to me."

"Ah. That Kyungsoo! And where is he now?"

"Enough, mother! Either you keep quiet or I will throw you out." you growl.

You walk over and put your wedding dress on, getting good photos for the wedding album. No one dared to question the healing bruise on your side, you knew that if you lied enough about clumsy injuries that no one would ask anymore.

Ren had initially presented himself as a good guy. He came from old money and was impressed by your skills as a baker. You owned a cafe downtown that Kyungsoo always encouraged you to open. If it weren't for him, you would not be as successful as you are now. Ren didn’t know your former lover was the reason you opened your bakery, that his loving encouragement rang in your ears any time you hit a milestone or even unlocked the doors in the morning.

Once the honeymoon phase with Ren ended the beatings started. They were violent, endless at times. It didn't matter what set Ren off, he'd always take it out on you. Proposing was his attempt of saying sorry. He knew you wouldn’t say no to him if he acted like he meant it. The pressure of the wedding planning made him even more violent. No one stepped in to help you, not even your friends… Or so you had thought.

You felt so unbelievably lonely in a world full of enablers. You had no courage left in you to call it off, fearing the wrath of Ren. You look at your reflection in the mirror. You were disgusted that you were not going to meet the one you loved at the end of the aisle. Instead, you were meeting nothing but a mask, a lie… Someone you loathed.

Kyungsoo watched closely from the vantage point across the street as people entered the venue, the clock minutes away from striking 4pm. He had to time this perfectly or it would all fall to pieces in mere seconds. Sweat beads started to drip down his forehead, anxiety pressing onto his chest. His eyes focused on Ren, the bastard was smug. He wanted to have his fist meet Ren’s jaw so badly, but he also knew that wouldn’t get you away from this man. It would only make things worse. Kyungsoo had to be patient, something he was learning the hard way how to do.

The clock struck 4pm and Kyungsoo got out of his car, casually walking across the street onto the outside steps of the venue. With a deep breath he sneaks into the very back row on your family's side and waited. The ceremony starts and Kyungsoo's heart starts to pound in his chest.

He catches sight of you.

My God, you were gorgeous in white.

You looked immaculate; your beautiful hair pinned into a braided style with loose strands around your face. a veil lay attached on the back of your head and trailed down your back. The dress was lace and had sleeves, probably to cover the bruises Ren left. The idiot wasn't even smiling as he saw you, he looked completely unbothered. Kyungsoo's eyes narrow and he waited for the right time to make his move.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to celebrate the union of two beautiful souls. What a beautiful bond a marriage is, the couple wishes to thank all in attendance for supporting their union. Now, for formality I must ask, is there anyone in attendance that objects to this union? Speak now, or forever hold your peace."

It was now or never.

"Stop! You can't do this. I'm in love with you."

Your eyes divert from Ren and look down the aisle.

You couldn't believe your eyes, it was Kyungsoo!

Oh no. It was Kyungsoo. This wasn’t a dream.

His hands rest in his pockets as he walks casually down the aisle. The entire venue gasps and murmurs amongst themselves. Who is the handsome man calling for you? Why is he stopping the wedding? Isn't that Prosecutor Doh? How does she know such a man?

"What the hell is he doing here? Did you plan this?" Ren growls in your ear.

"I had no idea." you whisper, your posture straightening at the tone of Ren’s voice.

"Baby," Kyungsoo starts while walking further down the aisle, "This man doesn't deserve you. He can't even treat you well. It killed me to know you were marrying someone else, and I recalled my many mistakes I made in our relationship. Now, we have our chance to start again, I'm sorry I didn't speak sooner."

Ren had a death grip on you.

You fought to get away from him until your arm was free. You slowly walked down to Kyungsoo and meet him in the middle of the aisle, your hands shaking.

"Excuse me, Prosecutor, but you are out of line!" Ren calls from the altar, "My sweet love, get back up here."

"No, you don’t get to do that. Not now!" Kyungsoo points at Ren, fury written on his face and coating his voice, "I have every right to be here and to do this. She has a choice now, it's up to her. She is not married to you yet."

You look between Kyungsoo and Ren, the choices laid out in front of you.

"Love," Ren calls.

“She’s not your love.” Kyungsoo snaps.

Kyungsoo takes your hand, stroking your fingers.

"If you don't want to do this, say the word and we'll go." Kyungsoo whispers.

Out of anxiety, you look to her parents and your future in laws. Marrying Ren isn't what you want and you know it. This gesture was the biggest Kyungsoo has ever made. You search his eyes and find nothing but the love you sought in him. How is this possible? Your friends told you how he never dated after you, and it never felt real or believable. Kyungsoo was far from not being handsome or kind. He was the whole package.

He’s everything you need.

You loved him, oh God, did you love him.

Hesitancy fills you, knowing you would have to explain everything to Kyungsoo about your relationship with Ren. Kyungsoo sees the hesitation and tightens his hold on your hand. "I know everything, and we can throw his ass in jail for what he's done to you. He'll never hurt you again, baby. I'm sorry I confessed to you this way. I’m sorry it took me this long to get to you.”

You turn to Ren and take a breath, both of your families and friends awaiting your answer with a mixture of judgement and hope. You shake her head and walk toward Ren. Kyungsoo's bravery depletes, knowing that with each step he's losing you.

Until you take off the engagement ring and place it in Ren's hand. "Goodbye, Ren."

Kyungsoo's smile beamed across the entire venue as you ran to him. Together, the two of you run out of the venue and to his car. He drives off and heads to the coast.

"Let's get you out of this dress, baby." Kyungsoo groans.

You nod and Kyungsoo's fingers easily undo the row of buttons along your spine and slowly allows the dress to fall that held you captive to another man.

Out of fear, you hug the dress on your body in an attempt to hide yourself from Kyungsoo, your lover. You didn't want him to see what Ren had done to your body, he'd lose it. The man holds you, his beloved, and a look of concern flashes on his face.

"Baby..."

"No, you can't see."

“It’s okay. I already know. Your friends told me everything. Let me take care of you. Please.” Desperation and longing coated Kyungsoo’s words, he meant every single thing that left his mouth. Your grip loosens on the dress and you drop it, your body covered in just a strapless bra and underwear.

Kyungsoo’s fingertips grazed your skin, helplessly trying to figure out why someone would hurt a woman as lively and beautiful as you. There was no filter on Kyungsoo’s thoughts, they only multiplied as he slowly revealed the black and blue marks that attempted to camouflage your skin. The enamored man took your hands, guiding you to the bed.

“I could kill him for what he did to you, but not even then would it be justice. He deserves to burn for everything, for all the pain he caused.” Kyungsoo says in between soft, gentle kisses.

He held you like you were fragile, despite the fact that he knew you weren’t as delicate as you seemed. The only thing that he was certain of was that in this moment, you needed to be fragile. You needed to be assured that this would never happen again. He could at least do that for you.

The desire that once drove his every move depleted into concern and care. His fingers danced on your skin, then moved to unbutton his shirt. His tie was lost somewhere by the entrance of the hotel room, but that was the last thought in his mind at the moment. As he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it from his body, he encouraged you gently to sit up.

“What are you doing?” You question.

“I want you to be comfortable.” Kyungsoo mutters, fastening the shirt around your body.

Memories flicker of how you’d be just like this after long hours caught in between his sheets and his body. How you clung to the bed as you begged him for more. How after you’d always find whatever shirt he was wearing and put it on. In a way, he knew you did it for comfort but also as a sign that you belonged to him. You didn’t have to, but you wanted to have him on you and around you even if you weren’t being intimate in that moment. His shirt would suffice for his hands being kept to himself.

“I am comfortable. I’m with you. I just wish you said something a hell of a lot sooner than my wedding day.” You know your words sound harsh, but Kyungsoo knows you better than you know yourself. He understands what you are saying without an explanation. You missed that.

“I have shitty timing. I know.” Kyungsoo chuckles as his fingers dance along your thighs. His eyes meet yours, eager for a response. He missed your voice. The soft exchange of words that felt so easy. He watched you take a breath, pull him into you and he went more than willingly.

“No. It’s not shitty timing in hindsight. You saved me from a lifetime of misery and reminded me that even though we’ve been apart… It’s always been you. You were stubborn and so was I when we dated. We were young and had no idea what life could offer us. Now don’t think for a second you have shitty timing. It’s me who makes shitty decisions and you have to rescue me from them.” You sigh.

“Not in the slightest. We make mistakes. It’s okay. What matters is that you and I are here right now. And that bastard will never lay a hand on you ever again. Ever. I’ll make sure of it.” The enamored man nods.

Your heart pounds as he kisses you. The need and desire returns full swing between the two of you. It felt right to be with him in this room. To be in his arms. To feel him melt with you.

Once again, he proved that he has always been the one, your last, everything that you ever needed and so much more.

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