room for interpretation - 2
pairing: lawyer!jeonghan x lawyer!YN|
word count: 9.1K
synopsis: as top of class, you and jeonghan had been many things to each other. enthusiastic rivals, begrudging allies, and…parties to a jokingly written (but legally binding) marriage contingency contract? this piece of paper would’ve been long forgotten had an unexpected merger not thrown you back into each others’ lives.
themes: fluff, rivals to coworkers to tentative friends to lovers, “if we’re both single by X age” marriage contract, IDIOTS2lovers, fake dating, miscommunication. this is just a romcom.
“Hey Maja?” you heard Jeonghan’s voice through your door.
“Yes Jeonghan?”
“Can you help me understand how the Law Library is organized?”
“No! I will not help anyone with that!” Maja stood up violently from her desk. “I’ve told Peter a hundred times and I’ll tell him again that we need to digitize that! But nooooo, Mister Romantic likes the aesthetic and mood of having physical references.”
Jeonghan was rightly baffled as Maja stomped off away from him with a stack of papers that would find themselves wrongfully shredded if she didn’t calm down. You held in a laugh. You agreed that digital references would be more efficient, but you also enjoyed the “Law Library”, which was really just an empty office filled with bookshelves of case studies. It was great for when you needed a change of pace as well as one of the best cell reception areas in the office, making it a prime spot for taking phone calls.
“I can help you,” you called to Jeonghan as you got up from your chair.
“She’s…fiery,” Jeonghan commented as you walked.
“Yes, it’s best to stay on her good side,” you chuckled.
Jeonghan followed you in and looked on as you explained Peter’s organization system to him. It didn’t really make sense, but if you understood the logic behind it, you could find things easily enough.
“Do anything interesting this weekend?” you asked as you helped Jeonghan search for a specific reference.
“Went to see my sister.”
“Oh! How is she doing?”
“Good. Her kid is almost five now, which is mind boggling to me!”
“What?!” your eyebrows shot up.
You remembered meeting Jeonghan’s sister briefly during a family orientation event. You knew almost nothing about her, but still it surprised you to hear that his younger sister had a child.
“Are you seeing anyone?” you asked without thought.
“What?”
“No, I mean-,” you winced when you realized what you had asked. “I was wondering whether your parents have thoughts about your younger sister having a kid before you.”
“Ah,” Jeonghan laughed with understanding. “No, they’re so elated to be grandparents, they could care less about me.”
“Got it,” you nodded. “Oh, aha!” you exclaimed when you finally found the document that you were looking for. You pulled it out and handed it to Jeonghan triumphantly.
“Thanks,” he smiled gratefully at you, thumbing through it. “Oh, actually, I did think of you this weekend though.”
“Oh?” you asked. You were surprised to hear that.
“Your little Pokemon.”
You nodded.
“I learned that Eevee has eight evolutions total, but you only have six?”
You nodded again. He was asking a question, but you weren’t totally sure what it was.
“Is there a reason you’re missing two? Are they hard to find or…?”
“Ah,” you nodded, feeling suddenly shy. “I only buy them to celebrate milestones. I have two more major milestones that I’d like to achieve, so I’ll buy the last two evolutions when that happens.”
Jeonghan felt an inexplicable tug in his chest. That was a much more meaningful answer than he’d expected. You waved before returning to your office and he was left wondering what you considered to be the next two major goals in your life. He felt sure that making partner was one of them, but he was at a loss for the other one. Starting your own firm? Becoming a judge?
Harris sat in his office, eyes closed and lips squeezed together in an effort not to burst out laughing. He could hear Maja in Peter’s office next door, giving him the dressing down of a lifetime. He jotted down a note as he eavesdropped. There had to be a relatively painless way of digitizing those files, right?
Maja returned to her desk after, once again, making her case for the files in the Law Library to be converted to digital. Peter could even keep his stupid nook, but she really needed to be able to utilize the ‘Ctrl + F’ function if he wanted to retain her on the team. Her workload had nearly doubled with the addition of supporting Jeonghan since the merger. The only way she was able to manage it was really due to your competencies. You both were organized and dedicated, which made her job easier in many ways.
…
Jeonghan’s brow furrowed when he looked up to see you, once again, absorbed in your phone. Someone had been texting you non-stop when you should have been working with him on the last minute appeal.
“Can you focus please?” he was surprised at how whiny he sounded when he asked.
“Sorry!” your face contorted apologetically as you pulled your attention from your phone.
Jeonghan rubbed his face with his hands. It wasn’t so much that you were on your phone, but rather the fact that you were clearly agitated by whatever you were reading on it.
“It’s-,” you cut yourself off before you could overshare. Flynn was upset that you needed to work late and you were tired of having to defend your career to him again and again.
“What is it?” Jeonghan asked. He would tell himself it was in the interest of getting back on task, but he was personally curious as well.
“Um,” you hemmed as you decided how much you wanted to share.
“It’s clearly upsetting you, whatever it is.”
“This guy I’ve been seeing. He’s upset at all the hours I’ve been working lately.”
Jeonghan’s eyebrows pinched together, clearly unimpressed.
“He’s a dermatologist, so his schedule is very regular. It’s hard for him to understand the demands of law, I guess,” you tried to justify it, but even as you spoke, you knew it was half hearted.
“Hm.”
It was just a single syllable and not even a real word, but it hung in the air with surprising weight before he spoke again.
“He doesn’t need to understand in order to be respectful. You excel at what you do and your career is a priority to you.”
You were taken aback. You’d never really second guessed the importance of your work, despite Flynn’s increasingly frequent episodes of frustration, but the way Jeonghan spoke so easily and surely about the matter gave you pause. For just a moment, you wondered whether you should reconsider Maja’s suggestion of dating a lawyer.
“I don’t see you with someone so insecure anyways,” Jeonghan sniffed. It was a scathing review of Flynn and also felt like a challenge to you to do better.
…
“YN! Jeonghan!” Professor Vance greeted you both with an impossibly wide grin before folding you into a big group hug.
“Hi Professor Vance!” you beamed as you felt yourself be squeezed into Jeonghan’s side. Professor Vance was in her late fifties, but she hugged like a bodybuilder in her late twenties.
“Hi Professor Vance,” Jeonghan laughed over her shoulder.
“Oh look at you two! You’ve grown up so well!” she tittered happily as she led you through the doorway.
You and Jeonghan seated yourself on the crushed velvet sofa in her office. You let out a surprised squeak when you sank into an enormous divot in the center, flush against each other. She’d had this thing since before you were both in law school and its age was starting to show.
“Sorry,” Jeonghan coughed as he struggled up onto his feet. You were so warm and soft against him.
“I’m so happy that you both agreed to mentor for this year’s Mock Trial!” Professor Vance clapped her hands together as she took her seat behind her desk. “The students last time gave such positive feedback. Even as opposing counsel, you two tend to be compatible,” she joked, eyes twinkling.
You and Jeonghan shared a glance.
“What is your availability to prep with the students this year? The date we set for the Mock Trial is in five months. Last time around we asked for bi-weekly meetings with the mentors for three months before the actual mock trial. Can you commit to the same amount of time again this year?”
You did the math quickly in your head. You estimated a total of seven meetings plus the Mock Trial itself, which was reasonable.
“Yes, I can,” Jeonghan answered. “I can probably be available for more, honestly, if needed.”
“Me too,” you nodded. You wanted to be sure that the students on both teams would get an equivalent amount of exposure.
“Wonderful! Would you prefer digital or physical copies of the case materials?”
“Both please,” you both answered at the same time.
Professor Vance nodded, a knowing smile gracing her lips for a mere moment. She still had fond memories of having you both in her class and it was fun for her to be able to interact with you in this way now. While not professional at all, she’d always wondered about your compatibility with each other. She had met her own partner in law school and she’d always seen a healthy competitiveness in your interactions with Jeonghan that mirrored her own relationship in some ways.
“Alright, here you are!” She returned from the printer with two warm stacks of paper. “Any preference for Plaintiff versus Defendant?”
“Flip a coin,” Jeonghan shrugged and you agreed.
“I don’t have any coins,” she laughed before handing you each a packet without checking the contents. “Should we follow up in a month to finalize meeting schedules? We can work around your availability.”
“That sounds good,” you nodded, standing up from the sofa. “It was so great to see you,” you beamed again at the older woman.
“Great to see you,” she agreed before shooing you out of her office.
“Are you hungry?” Jeonghan asked as you walked down the stairs.
“I could eat,” you nodded, amenable to the idea.
“Okay. Any preference? Otherwise I have a place in mind.”
“Go nuts,” you shrugged, itching to start reviewing your packet.
Jeonghan nodded, pulling the car out of the visitor parking lot. It had been a while since you’d been on campus and you couldn’t help but laugh about the unlawful pedestrian behavior, even though you’d both been guilty of the same yourselves.
“No peeking,” you held your hand up jokingly at Jeonghan as you pulled your mock trial packet out of its manila envelope.
“I have integrity,” he sniffed at you even though he had been planning to steal a glance or two.
“Oh and when exactly did you acquire that?” you quipped playfully.
Jeonghan surprised you by looking sheepish.
“Oh come on, I wasn’t that bad in school, was I?” he couldn’t help but ask.
You thought for a moment, trying to bring up an accurate recollection of Jeonghan in college. He had rounded out around the edges significantly, so it was difficult not to conflate the current version of him with the past.
“You were,” you finally sighed, “But I’ll say this. I was too! We were intolerable! It’s no wonder neither of us really had any friends.”
Jeonghan chuckled. This was true. He wouldn’t have considered you friends, but you’d spent a significant amount of time together because you just didn’t have anyone else to spend it with.
“We’re both a little different, huh?”
“A little,” you nodded. “But what hasn’t changed is that I am still intent on whooping your ass in mock trial!”
Jeonghan let out a loud, genuine laugh. Of course you were. Dinner passed quickly with pleasant teasing, fond reminiscing, and good, genuine conversation. It felt good to get to know this Jeonghan. It felt good to let him get to know you too.
“That was yummy! Thanks for picking,” you remarked as you left the restaurant, zipping your coat all the way up to stave off the chill that had set in. “Next time I’ll pick,” you grinned goofily at him.
“Sure, next time,” Jeonghan had to keep himself from tripping over his words at the way you smiled at him.
“It’s chilly!”
Jeonghan nodded, responding with something that you didn’t hear because your eyes noticed something that he definitely couldn’t see. You took him by the wrist and pulled him into a small gap between buildings. You panicked. Maja and Harri had been walking together, heading towards you and so you pressed your hand over Jeonghan’s eyes, backing him against a wall.
“YN, what-,” Jeonghan’s confusion was clear in his voice.
“Hold on, please,” you floundered. There was no way to explain this situation, so you just held yourself impossibly close to him until they passed.
Heat prickled up Jeonghan’s neck as he allowed you to keep him pinned. He couldn’t see you, but he could feel you; feel the heat from your body seeping into him. He succeeded in keeping his breathing even as your smell filled his nostrils. His hands itched to move to your waist, but he was at least able to control that part of his body.
“Okay, s-sorry,” you stammered when you were finally able to pull away.
Jeonghan blinked until his vision returned to normal. In your preoccupation over Maja and Harrison, you hadn’t noticed the flush that had risen in his cheeks nor the way his pulse had quickened at the feel of you pressed against him. As he tried to force his thoughts together, he couldn’t even be bothered to ask what the hell had caused that.
It was a tense and quiet car ride back to the office. Your mind bubbled with questions for Maja about Harris. Jeonghan’s mind was flooded with thoughts of you.
…
“I shall now render my verdict,” Harris cleared his throat. “The court finds this contract legally binding. The defendant and plaintiff shall marry.”
“What?” Jeonghan’s brows furrowed.
“That's wonderful news!” Peter cheered from the witness stand.
Jeonghan looked around frantically as he tried to make sense of the scene. Harris and Peter seemed to melt away when his eyes landed on you, seated at the opposing bench.
“YN?” he was still confused, but a sense of calm had washed over him.
“Hi Jeonghan,” you approached him with a smile. “I suppose we have to get married.”
“What is Harris talking about?”
“Our marriage contingency contract,” you cocked your head at him, as if speaking to a child. “Don't you remember?”
Jeonghan shook his head again. He felt like he did. He felt like he didn’t.
“Here,” a sheet of paper materialized in your hands. “Legally binding, feel free to review.”
His eyes ran across the papers, taking in the words. The memory of this document came flooding back and he turned to you again.
“Aren't you upset about the ruling?”
“Oh? Why would I be upset? I'm the one who brought you to court. This is my desired outcome…”
Jeonghan woke with a start. He could still feel the sensation of your hand in his. In the dream, of course.
“That was fucking weird,” he shook his head furiously.
He got up and hopped in the shower, running it on the cool side in the hopes that it would snap him out of this weird dream funk. He was in the middle of drying his hair when the actual memory of presenting you with that contract snapped back to him.
He chuckled at his former self. He could now recall writing, rewriting, and re-rewriting that contract so that it was truly bulletproof. Why he had put so much effort into a fake document was beyond him. He'd so enjoyed getting a rise out of you back then that it had been more than worth it.
For a moment he wondered whether he still had the document, but then realized that he really needed to finish getting ready. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind for now.
“Morning Maja,” he greeted her on the way in. He had an intake meeting with a client today and needed to finish getting ready.
He had given some thought to the strange interaction he'd had with you the other day. His physical reaction to you had surprised him, but he figured he would've been surprised if anyone else had done that to him too! It was normal and he could be normal about it.
Really it would be weirder if he hadn't been flustered by it!
“Are you okay?” Maja’s voice shook him from his attempt to reassure himself. He’d been standing outside of his office door for five minutes now.
“Yeah sorry,” he coughed before stepping into his office and shutting the door behind himself.
Maja's brow wrinkled. She wasn't sure she'd ever heard Jeonghan apologize for no reason before.
“Morning Maja!” you greeted her sunnily about half an hour later.
“Morning,” she met your gaze with a brief nod before returning to her work.
You stepped into your office and narrowed your eyes at her through the blinds. After you’d seen her out with Harris, you’d waited anxiously for an update that never came. Towards the end of the week and throughout the weekend, you’d even sent occasional, lightly prodding texts and you had nothing to show for it. She was your best friend! You deserved to know the scoop!
You took a second or two longer to be indignant before starting on your work. You’d just been assigned a wrongful termination lawsuit and were eager to get after it! You had a client intake meeting scheduled in the afternoon, so the morning was dedicated to initial document review.
Jeonghan scowled at you through the window. Not that he was keeping tabs on you, but you kept walking up to your window and staring out through the blinds. Most of your face was obscured, so he couldn’t tell whether your eyes were twinkling with mischief or rage. Probably best to assume rage and be pleasantly surprised.
You thought furiously as you watched Harris move across the office. There hadn’t been all that much documentation to go through from the client, and so your mind had returned to the Maja and Harris problem. You’d done some light snooping through shared calendars and noticed a few lunchtime blocks that looked suspect. An idea popped into your head suddenly and you burst through the door into Peter’s office.
“Hey, are you busy?” you asked, even though he was staring into space with a Rubik’s cube in his hand.
“No, what’s up?”
“I was just thinking that I don’t know Harris very well, but I feel like I should get to know him better. Can you tell me maybe some stuff about him so I have some conversation starters?”
“Oh of course!” Peter clapped his hands together, the Rubik’s cube falling onto the carpeted ground. “Oops. What do you want to know?”
“Hm, what are his interests?” you start broadly. Your strategy was to chat with Harris in the hopes that he let something slip, so knowing what you could even talk to him about was a start.
“Oh! Let’s see, he enjoys golfing and skiing.”
You struggled not to roll your eyes. Between him and Jeonghan, you weren’t sure who would win ‘least interesting interests’. What was the draw for Maja? Maybe you should’ve been actively working to split them up.
“Hmm, oh! It’s maybe a little out there, but he makes pet beds for the local shelter?”
“What?” you almost yelled. Now this made sense as a selling point for Maja. “That’s so cute, what the hell?”
“Isn’t it?” Peter gushed. You had always been grateful that Peter knew how to be unserious when the situation called for it.
Jeonghan’s brow furrowed as he overheard you and Peter tittering about something. For a managing partner, Peter could be quite goofy. Jeonghan had a sudden flashback to the day you’d asked him about Harris’ perspective on dating policy. He shook his head. No, there was no way. You’d said you were seeing someone else.
“Oh my gosh, yes. It is so cute, you should definitely ask him about it.”
“Oh I absolutely will,” you nodded excitedly. That was the perfect conversation starter. Fun and personal in a way that could open the door to other, more personal questions. “Anything else?”
“Oh also his hometown! He goes to visit often.”
Of course! You'd overheard Maja and Harris when you'd gone to visit Yiayia. Why hadn't you thought of that sooner? That was a perfect segue to bring Maja into a conversation with Harris.
“You're a genius, I'm obsessed with you,” you thanked Peter before practically bouncing back to your office.
…
Jeonghan’s jaw was tense. He’d been watching you talk to Harris for probably fifteen minutes and he could not, for the life of him, figure out why you were smiling so much. He’d worked with Harris for four years and could barely remember a single time when he had made Jeonghan laugh. Whatever he was sharing with you or you were sharing with him seemed to be endlessly entertaining, though.
Maja failed to hold in a grin as she watched Jeonghan watch you. She’d also noticed you talking to Harris for an atypically long time. Unlike Jeonghan, she could recognize it for what it was: snooping. Maja did feel a little guilty about not updating you on the status of things with Harris, but for now it was something that she just needed to keep to herself.
“You good?” she finally asked.
“Oh, what? Yeah,” Jeonghan sputtered and coughed, completely caught off guard.
“Okay, you looked like you were able to burst a blood vessel,” she couldn’t help but tease.
“I’m fine,” he dusted himself off needlessly, but lingered.
“She’s good, huh?” Maja gestured towards you. Jeonghan made a face, indicating he wasn’t quite sure what she was referring to. “YN. She’s very good at connecting with people.”
“Ah,” Jeonghan nodded, considering this for a moment. “She was like that in college too.”
“Oh I always forget that you two went to school together. How was that?”
“It was…,” Jeonghan struggled to find words that felt adequate. “Frustrating. Hard. Fun.”
Maja’s eyebrows raised. She had looked back at him during his long pause and she was surprised at the way his expression changed and softened as he tried to describe his time with you. She wondered if he realized it. She was sure that you didn’t.
…
You smiled as you watched Jeonghan coach the students. It was interesting to see him outside of his normal comfort zone and it surprised you at how gentle he could be when functioning in a mentor capacity.
“YN? What do you think about this argument?” one of the students asked, pointing to a slew of bullet points in their notebook.
“Let me see!” you smiled, eyes scanning the page. “This is awesome!”
You were so impressed by the students participating in this year’s mock trial. This was only your second meeting with them and they had already developed solid arguments with sufficient supporting articles. You reviewed more of the students' arguments and gave feedback about potential rebuttals. As you were running out of time, you asked the students to think through those in preparation for your next meeting. When you looked back up, Jeonghan’s eyes were on you.
He was surprised when you met his gaze. Even though he was a lawyer who was paid to keep his cool, it still felt embarrassing to be caught staring. He let himself believe that he didn’t let it show. True to form, you didn’t break eye contact either and the stare grew tense, laden. It sent a thrill through you that surprised you.
“Okay, thank you for your time!” the students piped up, starting to pack their bags. “We’ll see you in two weeks?”
“Yes!” you beamed, standing to gather your things as well. How long had you been looking at him? You hoped it hadn’t been noticeable.
“Those two need to fuck,” one of the students commented once they were outside of the law building and well out of earshot. The rest of the students chuckled in agreement.
…
“Dinner?” Jeonghan suggested as you crossed the quad towards the parking lot. “If you’re free.” he added, remembering that it was a Friday, after all.
“I am free,” you nodded, “But whether I want to have dinner with you is another question,” you shot him a cheeky grin.
Jeonghan’s eyebrow raised, tongue pressing against his cheek as he looked you over. You were so terribly annoying. He smiled at the way you pretended to consider before nodding.
“I could eat. And I said I’d pick this time, right?”
“Yes.” Jeonghan looked down at you. His hair had grown longer in the past month and it was starting to fall into his eyes.
“Hmm,” you went through a mental rolodex of restaurants that you liked. “Have you been to Krazy Bao?”
“No.”
“Are you a sushi purist?”
“...no? What does that even mean?”
“Great!” you clapped your hands together excitedly. “Oh wait, we drove separately. Want me to text you the address?”
Jeonghan nodded. You had recently exchanged personal phone numbers, but had yet to need them. Between seeing each other nearly every day at the office and these mock trial meetings, everything you had to say to each other could easily be done in person. His phone pinged and he pulled it out before shooting you a thumbs up.
“Okay, beat you there!” you waved over your head as you walked to your car. You were starving.
“So these are like…sushi balls?” Jeonghan tried to make sense of the menu.
“Yes, but they’re also filled. So they’re onigiri inspired as well.”
“Huh,” he nodded. It wasn’t traditional, but they did look pretty tasty. “What’s your favorite?”
“Depends on my mood, but usually the tuna and the krab ones are my favorite.”
He nodded again, zeroing in on the eel, which looked interesting. You waffled about what to choose until the server arrived, forcing you to make a decision.
“So what do you think of your team this year?” you asked after they left.
“Really impressed. You?”
“Me too! I don’t know about your team, but my students are so prepared! I’m not even sure we took it this seriously when we did it?”
Jeonghan laughed, taking a sip of his tea. He disagreed about that. He remembered both of you acting as if mock trials were life or death ordeals.
“But yes, so so impressed. As a mentor, I’m sure I shouldn’t be saying this, but sorry to you and your team and prepare to eat shit.”
“Oh really?” Jeonghan raised an eyebrow at you coolly as your server returned with cocktails. “I’m not sure what set of evidence Professor Vance gave you, but we got this in the bag.”
He leaned back, crossed his arms, and gave you a once over that made you feel tiny and indignant. Your mind raced for a moment, reviewing the evidence in your mind before you realized what was happening. He was playing mind games and he had succeeded in getting under your skin. He chuckled as he watched the realization settle across your brow.
“Ha ha, very funny,” you stuck your tongue out at him. “You always did enjoy annoying me.”
“It’s still fun to get under your skin,” he admitted, taking a sip of his cocktail.
You squinted at him.
“What have you been doing for fun lately?” you asked after a short silence.
Jeonghan paused for a moment. He was really drawing a blank.
“Nothing?” you looked aghast when he wasn’t able to answer.
“Do you have time for fun?” he marveled. You worked just as much as he did.
“I…,” you had managed to give yourself pause.
“See? You're a workaholic too! I’m willing to bet that you don’t have any hobbies.”
“You said you snowboard, right?” you were scrambling for something. Anything. “And I…I bake!”
Jeonghan’s left brow raised in disbelief.
“I know how to bake.” you corrected yourself.
“The demands of an associate trying to make partner are crazy. It’s futile to try and have a life outside of that.”
You furrowed your brows at him. Why did it feel like you’d had this conversation with him before? The server interrupted your thoughts with your food and you were happy to set them aside.
“What did you think?”
“It was good. I would come back here,” Jeonghan nodded and you preened.
You filled the silence with occasional comments as you walked towards the parking lot where you’d left your cars. You were caught off guard when Jeonghan stopped, putting several paces between you before you noticed.
“Oh. I know where we are!” he stated. “There’s a nice bar like a block that way,” he pointed down the crossroad.
“Oh? Wine bar? Cocktails? Whiskey?” you found yourself asking.
“You wanna go?” he asked. He didn’t want the night to end just yet.
“Oh…yes? We might have to pay for more parking though,” you thought out loud.
“I’ll go put more change in the meters. We probably only have to pay for like thirty more minutes. The place is called Bar Argos. Save me a seat,” Jeonghan pointed towards it again before he set off to top off the meters.
You found the place with no trouble, but your jaw dropped when you walked in. Bar Argos was located in a refurbished historic building and the inside was absolutely incredible. The walls were painted a rich, dark green and were teeming with artwork in beautiful frames. The shelves were adorned with books and plants with tendrils that curled towards the ground. Once you had finished gawking, you snagged two stools at the bar where you were presented with a menu.
“Have you been here before?” an unfamiliar voice asked over your shoulder.
“No, I haven’t,” you shook your head, turning to face the speaker.
“Would you care for a recommendation?” the young man smiled at you.
“I would!” you nodded.
He settled in next to you, asking you questions about what you liked to drink. You were still conversing animatedly with him when Jeonghan entered. He scowled immediately at the proximity of this stranger and also saw an opportunity to mess with you.
“Sorry that took so long,” he interrupted the conversation smoothly, positioning himself tightly behind you, resting his arm on the bar. “Hello,” he greeted the other man coolly.
“Oh, hello? Are you-?” the man gestured between you and Jeonghan.
“Yes, she’s taken.”
You balked. You were not!
“Are you?” the man followed up with you directly.
Jeonghan let out a puff of laughter, a derisive scoff, which tickled the hair on your head and zipped down your spine. You coughed at the stranger, allowing him to draw his own conclusion.
“What the hell, Jeonghan?” you demanded as the other man made himself scarce.
“You shouldn’t be flirting with other people,” he tsked at you.
“We’re not together!” you hissed at him. You had wanted to shout, but the bar was too quiet for that.
“You are taken, though,” he looked down at you.
You were quiet. You hadn't shared with Jeonghan that you'd broken up with Flynn weeks ago. Part of it was because it wasn't his business. Part of it was because you didn't want him to presume that it was due to his opinion of Flynn. As if you held his opinion in such high regard!
“What do you want?” he asked, finally moving into the seat next to you. He'd been standing behind you for so long that a shiver ran down your back at the cool of his absence.
“Ah,” you shook yourself to attention. “I thought the absinthe looked interesting. I've never seen it offered anywhere else.”
“For all the times I've been here, I've never tried it,” Jeonghan’s eyebrows raised with interest. “Let's do it!”
You and Jeonghan promptly learned that drinking absinthe was quite a time consuming ordeal. It involved placing a sugar cube on a special spoon and letting water drip, slowly dissolving the sugar into the absinthe.
“Have you ever considered teaching?” you asked as you watched the ripples skip across the surface of the absinthe.
“Law?”
“No, cooking,” you rolled your eyes.
“Why are you asking this? So I'll leave the firm and you’re assured partnership?”
You coughed with surprise. That hadn't even crossed your mind but it was an excellent bonus perk!
“Another pro for the pro column,” you joked. “No, you just seem good at it. Don't get me wrong, you're great in the courtroom for sure, but you're surprisingly constructive and encouraging with the students. I just wondered.”
Jeonghan glanced over at you. The dual-wielded compliment caught him off guard. He had been enjoying mentoring an unexpected amount, but he was surprised that you'd noticed.
“Thanks,” he finally responded. “I have been enjoying it a lot, but I’m not sure I’m cut out to fully teach. I still have a short fuse for nonsense, after all,” he laughed.
You laughed, watching as the last shards of sugar dissolved into the absinthe. What had started out as a bright green liquid had turned a cloudy chartreuse and you regarded it with curiosity.
“Anise,” you wrinkled your nose after catching the scent.
“Very,” Jeonghan nodded.
You tipped your glasses together before taking a sip. Your expression moved into one of pleasant surprise while Jeonghan’s pinched together with displeasure.
“No good?” you asked. “I kind of like it!”
“It's…odd.”
It was odd. Herbal and sweetly spiced, the absinthe warmed you from the inside out. You felt like you were drinking a potion.
“I’m not sure this is for me,” Jeonghan declared, smacking his lips after another taste. He continued to sip on the beverage anyways.
“How's your sister doing?” you asked, recalling your conversation from weeks ago.
“Good!”
His sister and her family had been in town to visit last weekend and he had enjoyed seeing his niece again. Though just over five years old, she was already quite a spitfire with a lot of very interesting opinions. Seeing her again had reminded him of your milestone Pokemon again.
“Can I ask you about your Pokemon again?”
“Oh sure?” you smiled at him.
“What are the last two milestones that you’re hoping to achieve?”
You blinked. The question was personal and direct. You regarded Jeonghan for a moment or two before answering. You two shared some semblance of friendship now, it shouldn't be too weird to share with him, right?
“Making partner and getting married.” Your skin prickled. You’d been wrong, it did feel weird to share this with him.
“Ah,” Jeonghan nodded. He was surprised at the way he felt flustered by your answer. “Well, you're well on your way to both, right?”
You gave him a look of confusion.
“I mean, you're clearly on your way to making partner and you've been seeing…that person.” Jeonghan omitted his opinion that they still didn't deserve you.
“Ah,” the sound you let out was viscerally awkward. “We broke up.”
Jeonghan’s hand stilled over his glass and his eyebrows raised with surprise.
“And on the matter of partner,” you barreled through your strange confession, “We’ll see. I still see you as my number one threat.”
You thought about slapping your hand over your mouth. Absinthe had clearly been a mistake. Or you'd at least tell yourself that.
Jeonghan smirked, fingertips now resting against the rim of his glass. The two revelations back to back felt like a sucker punch. You were single. You'd been flirting with that man earlier because you'd wanted to. You still saw him as an adversary.
“I think that's fair,” he nodded as you watched him carefully, “I am a threat.”
Jeonghan regretted his words immediately. He liked to think he was self aware, knew how to keep a lid on the pettier side of himself, so it did surprise him when it reared, crept up and spoke for him.
You blinked. You were surprised that you were surprised. This was the Jeonghan that you knew, after all, but you'd fallen into a false sense of camaraderie and for that you chided yourself.
…
Jeonghan rubbed his hands over his face as he tossed around in bed later. He’d tried not to dwell on the conversation from earlier and failed. After spending some time kicking himself for his needlessly stupid response his mind turned to the topic of you and marriage. It reminded him, again, of the contract he’d dreamt about. He could remember signing it, but honestly wasn’t sure whether it was just a figment of his own imagination.
He spent the next morning rifling through his home office without success. On his way to work, he wondered whether you remembered it, but after last night he had little confidence that he could ask about it in a way that wasn’t wholly humiliating.
…
Your fingertips tapped against the desk with irritation as you reviewed additional documents from your wrongful termination suit. You’d met with your client a few more times and the more she had shared, the more livid you’d become. This workplace seemed to be mired in racism and classism and you now had a totally professional and not personal vendetta against them. There was a half-formed idea in your brain to pay them a visit, undercover, to see whether you observed the same behaviors yourself, but they were a wedding venue so you probably couldn’t just show up alone.
“Maja,” you stepped out of your office, “I need help.”
“What’s up?”
“Who would make a believable fake fiance for me? I want to visit the defendant in that wrongful termination suit, but I need to show up as a couple so it doesn’t come across as weird.”
“Ah,” Maja nodded, eyebrows raising with surprise.
It had been quite some time since you’d pulled one of your undercover visits. It was usually a good sign for your clients when you were that invested, but it certainly wasn’t without risks.
“What about Kevin?” you wondered aloud. He was a few years your junior and was amiable enough to let you take the lead on most things, which would allow you to steer the visit however you wished.
“Kevin?” Maja’s face wrinkled with disapproval. She counted him among the more feeble minded attorneys. Milquetoast, in fact, and not ever a suitable counterpart to you. “Absolutely not.”
Jeonghan chuckled at Maja’s expression as he walked by. Whatever you were discussing was clearly not up to snuff.
“Jeonghan, what do you think?” Maja surprised you both by roping him into the conversation.
“About?” he paused, turning to face you.
“Who do you think can pass as a fake fiance for YN?” she asked. Maja had a feeling she knew his answer, but she was curious whether he would say it to you out loud.
“Fiance?” Jeonghan echoed. Your mind was a mystery to him.
“It’s for a case,” you clarified. “Wrongful term and I’m curious to observe the environment myself.”
Jeonghan nodded and turned his eyes towards his colleagues. Even though he’d gone through this mental exercise already and knew that no one was suitable, he pretended to consider the other attorneys in relation to you.
“No one seems right,” he shrugged.
“Not even Kevin?” Maja pried.
“Especially not Kevin,” Jeonghan looked at you as if you’d grown a second head.
You frowned, crossing your arms. Maja and Jeonghan taking the same side against you was certainly new.
“What about me?” Jeonghan offered himself up.
“What about you?” you asked as Maja lit up with delight.
“I’ll go with you. We know each other well, I could pull off fake fiance.”
“You did go to school together,” Maja nodded, “And you’re both doing that mock trial thing. You’re probably closer than any of the other attorneys here.”
You considered her points and determined that they were valid. You gave Jeonghan a once over before reluctantly agreeing. It was a pinch, so he would have to do.
…
You let out a small puff of disbelief as your eyes landed on Jeonghan. You had never really seen him in ‘day off’ clothes before and you were surprised at how handsome he looked. His hair was down and fell slightly into his face. Without planning it, you’d both worn oversized cardigans and jeans. A happy accident as it made you look like a coordinated couple.
“Morning,” he blinked at you as if still waking up. “Do you want to drive? Or me?”
“I don’t mind driving,” you shrugged, pointing towards your car. The whole ordeal was your idea to begin with.
“Sounds good,” he nodded, hair falling into his eyes.
“Do you need coffee?” you asked as you buckled your seatbelt.
“Yes, your treat since I’m doing you a favor.”
“You offered! I was going to ask Kevin!”
“You're lucky I did. Do you think anyone would believe that you and Kevin have anything other than a professional relationship?”
You pressed your lips together. While you didn’t disagree with Jeonghan, this also left a dangling implication that you and he shared something that did pass as more than professional. You shook your head. You needed to get along today and coffee was a small price to pay.
“Okay, deal,” you shrugged as you pulled out of the parking lot. There was a coffee shop on the way to the destination, so you’d make a stop there.
“What do you want?” you asked, standing a typical distance from him.
Jeonghan clicked his tongue with disapproval before looping his arm through yours and pulling you against his side.
“Black coffee,” he grinned, smug.
You cleared your throat as you placed your order. It wasn’t unpleasant, just a surprise.
“Oh, before I forget,” Jeonghan dug through his pockets as you waited. “Here.”
He fished out two rings, placing the band on his ring finger before handing the other to you.
“Oh my god, I didn't even think-, thank you,” your eyes widened.
Jeonghan grinned, more than pleased with himself. You slid the ring onto your left hand, surprised that it was a decent fit. Maybe half a size too big, but better than you would've done.
“Kevin would not have remembered rings.”
You rolled your eyes. What would it take for him to let this Kevin thing go?
“So what's our story again? They're a wedding business of some sort?”
You nodded before filling in the details. They were an upscale wedding venue and your client was suing for wrongful termination. She alleged that they had a history of selecting clients based on discriminatory criteria, such as appearance or race.
“Oh. Shitty,” Jeonghan’s nose wrinkled as you returned to the car.
“Very. So we're engaged and checking out the venue, but also snooping.”
“Okay, got it. Do we have a backstory that we're sticking to?”
“I figured we'd just say we met in law school. It's true enough…,” you shrugged. You hadn't actually put that much thought into it.
Jeonghan nodded.
“Hello, good morning!” The receptionist greeted you sunnily as you entered.
“Good morning,” you smiled at the double greeting.
“Mr. and Mrs. Yoon-to-be, I presume?”
“Yes!” you smiled, tucking your arm into Jeonghan’s as he blinked.
“Wonderful! Congratulations on the pending nuptials. Please follow me,” she gestured down a hallway.
As you followed, Jeonghan wondered why ‘Mr. and Mrs. Yoon’ had thrown him for such a loop.
“Please wait here, Delia will be in shortly to walk you through the property.”
“Thank you!”
“This place is crazy,” Jeonghan remarked as he wandered around the office. You had to agree. It reeked of opulence.
“Would you get married here? I'm not sure it's my style.”
“I don't care about the venue. I'm marrying the person, not the place,” he answered seriously.
“Mr. and Mrs. Yoon!” a woman, presumably Delia, burst into the room shortly after that. “Or do you prefer to be called by your maiden name, still?” she clarified with you.
“Mrs. Yoon is fine,” you smiled at her.
Jeonghan felt warm under his cardigan. Mrs. Yoon this and Mrs. Yoon that.
“Wonderful! Well thank you so much for your patience. Let's get started with our tour!”
You held in a chuckle. She was so bubbly. You snuck a glance at Jeonghan but he was distracted by something or the other. You slipped your hand back into his to catch his attention as you listened to the wide array of amenities the venue had to offer. In-house florists, catering, and music were just a few of the laundry list of items that Delia highlighted.
“So how did you two meet?” she inevitably asked.
“We went to law school together,” you smiled, looking towards Jeonghan for good measure.
“Ah! Was it love at first sight? Did you develop feelings during a partner project? Tell me all about it!”
“It certainly wasn't love at first sight,” Jeonghan laughed.
“No,” you chuckled in agreement.
“We were rivals, you could say,” Jeonghan continued. “She was such a pain in my ass for so many reasons, but at the end of the day those are also the things that make her great.”
Your eyebrows had disappeared into your hairline and you were doing your best to keep your jaw off the ground. You had to commend Jeonghan, he really was good at making shit up.
“At one point we even signed a contract agreeing to marry each other if we were both single at thirty. Luckily we had some realizations before it came to that, though.”
You stopped so suddenly that Jeonghan nearly walked into you. His hands moved around your waist to keep you moving at Delia’s pace.
“Oh my god!” Delia squealed with delight. “Rivals to lovers, that's like something out of a movie!”
Jeonghan watched you from the corner of his eye. You seemed a little flustered, but he wondered if this was just wishful thinking.
“Did you have feelings for him when you signed the contract? I mean why would you sign it otherwise!” Delia asked, the tour becoming an afterthought at this point.
“I-um,” you stammered. You struggled to form your thoughts. “I never disliked him, even though it might've seemed that way. Even though he was annoying in many regards, I respected him at least. That’s more than I could’ve said for some of our other classmates.”
Jeonghan looked at you with interest, the corners of his lips curled up into a soft smile.
“I guess…,” your eyebrows furrowed. You were just processing out loud now. “I guess some part of me felt that it would be okay if I did end up with him. We share a lot of values…we have things in common.”
You couldn't bring yourself to look at Jeonghan. You briefly considered jumping off of the second story balcony.
“Oh my god, I am trying not to scream,” Delia’s expression was pinched as she gathered herself to continue the tour. She led you through a set of french doors into the gardens.
Jeonghan was trying to keep a lid on his thoughts. He had wanted to gauge your reaction to the mention of the contract, but now he couldn't tell if you'd just decided to commit really hard to the bit.
“Here are our gardens! As you may know, we specialize in centifolia roses, or cabbage roses.”
“Jeonghan!” you made a beeline for the shrubs, pulling a large bloom towards you. “These are huge!” you remarked, turning to show Jeonghan.
He laughed as he watched you hold the rose up to your head for comparison. You were being so painfully adorable.
Delia watched you two contentedly. She let you and Jeonghan wander around the rose garden until you were satisfied.
“We also have a suite of hotel rooms on premise for the wedding party.”
“Oh that is convenient,” you nodded up at Jeonghan. You were fully immersed.
“Yes,” he smiled at you. He had an errant thought that there wasn’t much he’d say no to when it came to you. The way that cabbage rose had made you smile would’ve made anything else worth whatever the ridiculous cost.
You grinned back up at him. For a moment, you two just held each other’s gaze. A light breeze scattered Jeonghan’s bangs into his eyes. You reached up to push them aside so he could see again. As you pulled your arm back, Jeonghan caught you by the hand and placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss on the inside of your wrist.
You blinked. Your heart raced at the intimate touch.
“Oh you two are so sweet it makes me want to lie down in oncoming traffic!”
“What?!” you let out a laugh that was half cough.
“The way you look at each other. I can tell that you care about each other deeply. We can be somewhat selective about the clients we take on, but safe to say that you meet the expectations.”
“Oh, sorry?” your and Jeonghan’s ears pricked to attention.
“Yes! Weddings here are very coveted and exclusive, so we have to be quite choosy about who makes the cut. We have a reputation to keep up, after all!”
“Oh? Tell us more please!” you smiled, patting Jeonghan’s hand excitedly. He gripped your fingers in response.
“Well…I’m not supposed to share this, but I’m also so obsessed with you two,” Delia’s eyes glanced around conspiratorially. “We are very…considerate of our branding. There are…certain demographics and lifestyles that just aren’t compatible with the brand, so we steer clear. But you two…attractive, beautiful lawyers with a compelling story, we would be honored to work with you on your special day!”
You smiled and nodded in agreement, but there was something about the way Delia said ‘demographics’ and ‘lifestyles’ that seemed…consistent with what your client had shared with you. You decided to play dumb.
“Sorry what does that mean?” you asked. Widening your eyes in a way you hoped looked slightly confused and innocent.
“Well, you know,” Delia tried to clarify gingerly, “Like…lower income. Or, um…same sex, couples. I don’t agree, of course! But that is our kind of unwritten rule.”
“Of course, we understand,” Jeonghan spoke after realizing you were deep in furious thought. “Thank you so much for showing us around! What’s the process for following up and seeing which dates are available?”
“Of course!” Delia smiled brightly at him. She led you back to one of the front offices and assembled a packet of handouts and pamphlets with further instructions before seeing you out.
“Thank you very much!” you waved at her as you left.
“Wow that’s…something,” Jeonghan blinked once you were safely out of earshot.
“I fucking hate the wedding industry,” you grumbled as you let yourself into the car. “Bunch of bullshit.”
“I thought you wanted to get married.”
“I do, but I’m not getting married for the material things. I’d get married because we love each other!”
Jeonghan’s lips curled into a smile. It was irrational, but he allowed himself to enjoy the way you’d said ‘we’.
It was quiet as you drove, which allowed you to think. You’d pushed it aside for a moment, but your mind now returned to the contract Jeonghan had mentioned. Honestly you'd forgotten about it, but as soon as he'd mentioned it the memory had snapped back into clear focus. At the time, the explanation for why you’d signed it had been simple: you’d let yourself be goaded by Jeonghan. He had always been good at getting under your skin. Now when you thought about it, you were surprised to feel that what you’d told Delia felt true. It wouldn’t be the end of the world to end up with Jeonghan.
“Are you hungry?” you turned to Jeonghan, feeling the start of a pang of emptiness in your stomach.
“I could eat,” he shrugged.
“Okay, I’m getting so hungry,” you nodded, “Can you see what’s close? Anything will do.”
Jeonghan nodded, fingertips tapping his phone screen quickly. He gave you directions to what looked like a tin shed.
“It said it was barbeque,” he offered as explanation and you laughed. You had said anything would do.
“I will eat you if we don’t get some food soon,” you muttered under your breath as you got out of the car.
“Howdy, y’all!” a short, curvy hostess greeted you with a smile, “Just the two of you today?”
You nodded before shooting Jeonghan a look. This seemed to be a Hooters style establishment with a southern theme. You struggled to hold in a laugh as you were ushered to a booth.
“Can I get you started with anything to drink?” the hostess asked while making googly eyes at Jeonghan.
“I’ll have a coke and my wife…,” he gestured towards you to order. You pretended not to notice the waitress’ crestfallen look as you asked for a lemonade.
“No ice,” he clarified for you before the server had a chance to leave.
“You’re really leaning into this, huh?” you remarked, surprised that he’d remembered your aversion to ice.
“I prefer not to be solicited by my server,” Jeonghan leaned back. Whether he actually liked pretending to be engaged or married to you was his business for now. “It feels okay to be with you,” his smile was now teasing.
“Oh god,” you groaned, lifting your menu to block his mischievous gaze. He was quoting you.
“If I didn’t know you any better, I might think you liked me.”
“I did like you,” you blurted without thinking, “Wait, no,” you clarified. “I mean that I meant what I said to Delia. Even though you annoyed me, I respected you and admired you.”
Jeonghan wanted to ask whether you’d meant the other part of your statement to Delia too.
“And now?” he asked instead, “That was past tense.”
“I respect and admire you now, too,” you laughed, rolling your eyes. He was fishing, but you were happy to give him the compliment anyways.
Jeonghan grinned at you in an easy way that made your heart flip flop.
“Stop that,” you had to look away.
“Stop what?” he waggled his eyebrows at you playfully, grin still plastered across his face.
You weren't able to meet his gaze for a few more minutes, which pleased him inordinately. Were you losing your mind?
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bts x halloween couples costumes
Description/Tags: Fluff / OT7 Scenarios / No Smut At All / This is an OT7 post that is basically little scenarios of each member and their s.o., but they’re inter-connected - they’re all getting ready to go to a couples costume Halloween party hosted by Hobi and his S.O! I'm sure you can guess what Hobi has planned.... You don’t have to read every member, it’s just that that’s the setting in my head and some members are mentioned in some of the other members’ scenarios.
Author’s Note: I had the idea to write a post on this a while ago, but I completely forgot about it and I just wrote this on a whim. I wanted to try something different! Pretty happy with how it came out, it’s my first time writing like this for a few of the members so I’m at least glad I tried that. I’m sorry it’s taking me longer to post my other WIPs! I’m not that proud of my Namjoon drabble I planned to post but I might just upload it soon. Also I sincerely want to thank you guys for all the love on take off your glasses - i didn't expect it to blow up and i think i reached 2 follower milestones since then, so thank you sm!! (gifs are not mine! can't find original sources, so please lmk if i should just remove them from the post)
namjoon
“Honey, I have a couples costume idea for Hobi’s Halloween party!”
“Oh, really?”, Namjoon asks, walking over to you from his office chair upon hearing you at the door. “I thought you were matching with Jin’s girl? And me and Jin were gonna do a Pokemon one? Wasn’t that the plan?”
“It was… Wait did you and Jin get your costumes yet?”
“No,” he sighs. “It felt weird if one of us was Ash and the other was Pikachu then we just couldn’t decide who got which Pokemon onesie. Now he wants Charmander and I want Bulbasaur, but they only had Eevee and Squirtle and.. forget it. I, of course, want to match with you instead. What’s up, what’s your idea?”, he rubs your shoulder.
“Okay so, I have two ideas.”
“Of course you do.”
“Shh,” you smile. “The first one is a bug catcher and a butterfly. You’ll be the bug catcher and I’ll be a butterfly. You can wear a khaki or brown vest and shorts with a bucket hat and a net in your hands, and I’ll wear wings and do my makeup all pretty,” you say proudly, batting your eyelashes jokingly before looking at Namjoon to see his eyes in a crescent moon shape due to the wide smile on his face.
“That’s adorable, baby. I love it. My pretty butterfly,” he says, squishing your face. “I’m good with that, it already beats me and Jin’s onesies. What’s the other idea?”
“I think you’ll like this one more.”
“Oh?”
“So…. we’d need some more help with this, maybe Jungkook can come over and help us out since he’s a great painter, but…. What if we were Van Gogh and his sunflowers? We ca-,” you stop for a moment and restrain your smile, taking in the sight of Namjoon’s eyes widening.
“We can do it in so many different ways, babe. We can both be covered in paint, you’re his self-portrait and I have sunflowers painted all over me. You can just dress as he does in that portrait of his with the hat? Maybe even with the bandaged ear? And I’ll have sunflowers in my hair either way. What do you think?”
Namjoon doesn’t answer, but pulls your head closer to his to meet your lips, sighing against them after a kiss. “I love you.”
“Nice, huh?”
He quickly kisses you again on the lips, staring at you in adoration with a big, heartwarming smile on his. “Amazing. My beautiful genius.”
“So? Which one?”
“The second one,” he laughs. “Is that okay? Let’s leave the butterfly for next year…..” Namjoon’s voice trails off, and suddenly he’s staring at the corner of the ceiling.
“Wh…. You’re thinking of more art costume ideas we could do, huh?”
"There's American Gothic too...." he mumbles before his gaze returns to you. “Have I told you that I love you?”
seokjin
“Seokjin, no.”
“Honey!”
Your plans for Hoseok's Halloween party were set. You and your bestie would match while your respective boyfriends - Seokjin and Namjoon - would match, a genius twist on Hoseok's "couples costume" theme this year. But when she texted you telling you the plans were off and that she’d be matching with Namjoon, you were back to square one and broke the news to Seokjin.
You didn't think it could get any worse..... But he got an idea when he heard that one of their initial costume ideas was a bug catcher and a butterfly.
“Seokjin. I am NOT dressing up as a FISH.”
“Why not?!” he pouts. “You’ll be a fish and I’ll be a fisherman! It’s cute!”
“Seokjin, I’ve been to Hoseok’s parties before, everyone is going to be in their most amazing, creative costumes and I’m going to be a fish? I still have to make a good impression on some of your friends!”
“Honey, everyone already loves you, don't worry about that. And we’ll be sitting in the corner talking to each other and the guys like we always do.”
“But a fish, Seokjin?”
“Yes, what’s wrong with it?” he defends. “You know I love seafood!”
“To eat! But dressing up AS a fish?!”
“You don’t get it, honey. It’s because you’re a CATCH.”
Seokjin’s expression brightens at his own ‘genius’, and you try to restrain a smile - you always admired his ability to make a pun out of every situation.
“But I’d be a FISH, Seokjin. A DEAD and SMELLY CATCH.”
Now it's his turn to laugh, but he erupts rather than holding it in. “Honey, you’d be my favorite hobby! Well, you already are,” he winks, “but you know what I mean.
Put on a little extra of that floral perfume you always wear and we'll say you're a magical fish from a pond that smells like roses and can survive out of water."
“I can’t believe I’m dressing up as a fish for you, Seokjin.”
“Yes!!!!” he cheers, kissing your forehead. “Thank you, honey. Ah, be prepared, I’ll go around all night making that catch joke.”
“Why couldn’t we have been Mario and Peach? We have those costumes in our closets….. Can’t I at least be a mermaid?”, you slump. “Like you caught a mermaid?”
“Honey, that’s not realistic.”
“I’ll find a way to be a sexy fish,” you pout.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
yoongi
“Okay.”
“Okay?” you make sure.
“Yes,” Yoongi nods. “I like it.”
“Tell me honestly.”
“Honestly?,” Yoongi asks. “It’s a bit uncreative for a couples costume idea, darling, but I like it……… But judging by the expression on your face, you don’t believe me.”
You hadn’t noticed your eyebrows were furrowed until Yoongi pointed it out. “You just said it was uncreative, Yoongi.”
“Gomez and Morticia Addams is not a creative couples costume idea! It’s been done, but I like it.”
“Well, you come up with something, if you’re so good at creative costumes!”
“Darling, let me finish. I like it. You know why? Because it’s accurate,” he says.
“Accurate? What does that mean? Because you’re pale?”
Yoongi chuckled before turning his chair to face you completely. “It’s accurate to me and you. I remember watching that Addams Family movie and Gomez was so in love with his wife…. And I’m madly in love with mine. What’s that thing he tells her? ‘To live without you, only that would be torture’? That.” Yoongi blinks. “I like it because it’s accurate. Okay?”
You grab Yoongi by his cheeks and pull him towards you in a kiss.
“What the fuck, Min Yoongi?!”
“What?! I just said it’s accurate! Just draw the mustache on me. Gomez and Morticia Addams…. I like it.”
hoseok
“Wait, what did you tell everyone we were dressing up as?”, you ask your boyfriend from the makeup chair.
“Woody and Bo Peep from Toy Story,” Hoseok replies from the armchair beside you.
“Oh that’s going to be hilarious,” you smile for a moment before instantly suppressing it so the makeup artist couple complete your look. “They won’t see this coming. Are you completely done?”
“Yep,” he replies.
“So are you,” the makeup artist replies with a final stroke of her brush. “Take a look, Mrs. Frankenstein.”
When Hoseok said he’d take care of everything and would go all out, he really meant it. The makeup artist he hired did a great job at somehow making you look both fabulous and creepy, and so did the hairstylist, who gave you permanent white streaks in your hair as per your request, to surprise Hoseok after the party. Even the sort of wedding dress you wore was tailor-made as per Hobi’s insistence, but he let you have a hand in designing it, resulting in an edgy, fitted white dress that was a mini at the bottom to show off your thigh-high boots and a lacy corset on top of a short-sleeved lacy top. You looked like a rockstar version of the Bride of Frankenstein and turning to Hobi as he got up to take a look at you, you realized he looked like one too. Green all over with dark circles under his eyes, but a rockstar nonetheless… Hell, he even made the bolts on his neck look natural and cool. Where did he find this team of artists to put together your looks?! Sure he loved spoiling you, but this was almost too much, even for Hoseok.... and it didn't help that he was fidgeting all day, which he only did when he was incredibly nervous, setting you on edge as well.
“You look so cool, baby,” he smiles, hands in his pockets. “Ready for the party? We should get going now so we can start welcoming the guests in.”
“I think I am... Baby, you look amazing… we look amazing,” you say, taking in your look. “But there's something.... different about tonight. Don't you feel it? You don't seem like yourself too."
As soon as the words leave your mouth, you regret it, because suddenly, it's as if he hadn't had jitters the entire night. "I'm fine, baby. I'm excited! This is going to be the best party I threw, I planned so many things that even you don't know about. How about you? How are you feeling?"
"I can't describe it. I’m kinda nervous or… excited but in a way, I’ve never felt before.”
“Why?,” he laughs. “This isn’t the first time we’ve hosted a party together.”
“I know, but this feels…. big? Different? I don’t know why.”
“It’s nothing, honey. Forget that stuff about it being the best party, it's just another party! Besides that are you feeling okay or is something bothering you?”
“No, I’m fine, it’s just…,” you look Hobi in his eyes, “something feels different.”
Hoseok’s smile grows as he shakes his head. “It’s just a Halloween party with all of our friends, who love us. No reason to be nervous.”
You nod, taking his hand in yours. "I don't think it's nerves."
“Can I tell you something funny to help ease you?”, he says.
“What?”
“I heard Jin made his girlfriend dress up like a fish.”
You and Hoseok burst into a cackle, despite that he already knew of the fact.
“Knowing her, she’ll find a way to make it cool, though,” you say. “That helped, baby. I’m ready.”
“Good,” he smiles, touching over his jacket pocket before grabbing your hand. “Let’s go, my beautiful bride.”
jimin
“Jimin, are you home?” you yell from the bedroom upon hearing the front door slam.
“Yes!” he calls out. “Who else would enter with a key?”, you hear him gush under his breath. His voice and his excited face are too adorable for you to get annoyed…. and you had a pressing issue at hand.
“Baby, hi. So I’m kind of stressed because I couldn’t come up with anything to wear for Hoseok’s party.”
“Oh, right, when is it?” he asks calmly.
“Jimin, it’s Halloween. It’s tomorrow.”
“Oh!”, he gasps. “Then I’m in trouble too. Isn’t it supposed to be a couples costume thing too?”
“Fuck. What do we do?”
“I actually think I still have my Mickey Mouse ears that I got from that Disney trip with the boys…. How about Mickey and Minnie?”
You had discovered that Jimin was even more of a sweetheart than he seemed as you got to know him, but this was damn near one of the sweetest suggestions he had ever made in all your time together. “Mickey and Minnie?!”
“Yes! Do you have Mickey or Minnie ears?”
“No….” you reply shyly.
“Then let me ask Jungkook, and I’ll make a note to take you to Disneyland,” he smiles, but it almost immediately turns into a frown. “Ay, I forgot he got Donald Duck.”
“I can probably do my hair up in little buns?” you suggest.
“You’d look adorable, baby.”
“But what would we wear?”
“Just black? We might look weird, huh?”
“Why did we both forget?! I want to match, Jiminie, you can’t suggest Mickey and Minnie and just give that up, it's too cute but we'll look like Mickey and his weird rat girlfriend instead of Minnie.... but I can’t think of anything!”, you whine with your forehead against his chest.
You feel his chest vibrate beneath your skin, and the sound of Jimin's giggles nearly makes you forget the issue entirely. “Baby,” he giggles. “You won't look like Mickey's weird girlfriend. It’ll be okay, even if we show up in our normal clothes with no costumes and say we’re dressed as us.”
You lift your head up and stare at Jimin. “Dressed as us?”
“Mm,” he says calmly.
“I have an idea," you reply. "What if we dressed as each other?! I know we borrow each other’s stuff sometimes but we still have different styles right'? What if I went dressed as you and you dressed as me?! I think we can use whatever’s in our closets…”. You stare off in the direction of your wardrobe trying to form a mental image of all the outfits you both had. “What do you think?”
Jimin tilts your head so he can look you in the eyes. “I love it. Unfortunately for Hoseok, for a couples costume party, we’ll be the most coupley couple there and we didn’t even have to think about it too much… this is why we’re PERFECT together, babe...." He brings his soft lips to the top of your head. "I love you."
taehyung
“Taehyung, isn’t this a bit of a sad costume?”, you ask your boyfriend while applying lipstick in the mirror.
“What do you mean?”, he replies suddenly appearing behind you in the reflection, in full costume.
“Well, Bonnie and Clyde?”
“Yeah?” he raises his eyebrows.
“Well, you know…”
“I know…. what?” his eyes widen.
“Well, it’s a real story and I know we’re going off of the movie, but they die at the end.”
Taehyung licks his lips, his eyes darting around the room….
“You didn’t finish the movie, did you?”
He cringes, a faint shade of red appearing in his cheeks. “I slept before the ending.”
“And you didn’t even see it coming?”
Taehyung covers his mouth with his hand, biting his index finger. “I’m sorry.”
“Baby,” you sigh, turning around and cupping his face in your hands. “Why are you sorry? It’s a classic couples costume. I just said it’s kind of sad but you know what else it is?” His eyebrows raise quickly in question.
“It’s sexy. Well, not Bonnie and Clyde, that feels kind of weird and wrong to say. But this whole 1940s type of clothing on you, on us,” you say, your hands roaming over Taehyung’s chest before fiddling with his suspenders. “I know you like to wear this type of thing often, I mean, hey, you didn’t even have to buy anything, you just got everything from your closet but…. It feels good to actually wear them, you know? I’m not sad at all. I wanna walk into that party with my partner in crime.”
He brings the tip of his index finger to your chin, slowly kissing you… and as he breaks away you notice a bit of your red lipstick stains his upper lip.
“Partner in crime, huh?”, he asks, a smug smile on his face.
“Uh-huh,” you giggle, wiping off the lipstick from his lips.
“I like that. Let’s go, pudding,” he jokes in an exaggerated, undetectable accent as he wears his fedora, grabbing your hand too excitedly as he makes for the door in a laugh.
jungkook
“Baby, isn’t Hoseok’s party in like 3 weeks? It’s the beginning of October!”
“And we’re already too late!,” Jungkook complains. “Look, I don’t mean to outshine anyone in that party, especially not Hoseok since he’s got a lot planned, but we need to have an amazing costume, baby, just for our sake.”
“Okay, so, any ideas?”, you ask.
“Too many to choose”, he says. “It’s a couples costume party, right? So I thought about the most romantic place to look for inspiration since I’m so in love with you and this is an opportunity for me to show everyone how madly we’re in love with each other.”
“Oooh, I like where this is going… Let me guess. Something from Jane Austen? Pride & Prejudice?! Or Shakespeare? Is it Romeo and Juliet?”
“Shakespeare? Jane? What? No, that feels like something only Namjoon and his fiancee will understand. No, baby….,” he pauses for dramatic effect. “DISNEY!”
“Disney?” you ask.
“Yes!” he says excitedly. “Do you… not like it?”
For the split second before your answer, you cringe at the idea of you having to wear a Cinderella-like ballgown, or an Aurora-esque dress… It was the first thing your mind went to, and it was the farthest thing from a costume you’d like to wear, but seeing the sparkle in Jungkook’s eyes, you couldn’t say no.
“I like it!” you reply, trying to match his excitement. “Which couples were you thinking? Cinderella? Snow White? Jane and Tarzan? Belle and The Beast”
“Cinderella and Snow White? Me, the Beast? What? Baby.....no,” he laughs. “ Where is your head at today? Imagine you in a Cinderella gown, I mean I think you’re always beautiful but that’s just not you.. Right?” he asks.
….Well this surely isn’t what you were expecting.
“Right…. Then… What did you have in mind?” you ask, more intrigued than ever, which Jungkook could sense, judging by the readiness in his eyes, and you immediately regret the disappointment you felt when he brought up the idea. Fuck, you could never hide your emotions from him.
“Okay,” he continues with a smile on his face, pulling up a collage of Disney characters on his phone. “I thought of many and I did my research. The only one we can’t do is Woody and Bo Peep because that’s apparently what Hoseok’s doing but I have other options. There are many Disney couples - baby we have to do a marathon soon. Anyways, there are some where one suits me and not you, or you but not me. I went through people like Aladdin and Jasmine, Peter and Wendy, Hercules and Meg, Flynn and Rapunzel…. I know some of those are princesses but they seem more like you? Or we could do Mickey and Minnie - we could borrow Jimin’s Mickey ears but it seems like a last-minute costume so, actually scratch that. We could do the Dalmatians? I know Bam will like that! What’s more ‘us’? I think some cool ones might be Mr. and Mrs. Incredible from The Incredibles? Or what about Jack and Sally from the Nightmare Before Christmas? Baby, there are so many options and I just don’t know what to do and -“
You stop Jungkook by kissing him on the lips - it takes him a moment before he responds and kisses you back.
“Uhm….”
“Jeon Jungkook…..I love you.”
“I love you too,” he replies shyly. “Are my ideas that good?”
“They’re that cute. I’ll tell you what, you pick your favorite.”
“Baby, that's the whole point of this, I can’t pick - you probably know Disney characters better than I do. Which characters are more like us? Or, actually, which ones are the most in love?”
“I don’t know I guess every couple’s love is different.”
“Is there one that’s similar to ours?,” he asks, eyes wide.
“No, our love is ours, Jeon Jungkook.”
He smiles. “That doesn’t help. See? Do you see, baby? We need something as romantic as that. I’m starting to think we’re more romantic than Disney movies….”
“I have an idea, baby. Let’s pick a few of the couples, work on the costumes for the next few weeks, and then we’ll see what suits us best. I think you have the charms of Peter Pan, but you have the emo soul to be a good Jack Skellington…. and you’d make a pretty accurate Hercules….”
“Hercules, huh?” he raises his eyebrows. “I’ll show you the strength of Hercules rescuing his damsel in distress”. He begins to tickle your waist, and you instinctively attempt to push his hands away, knowing they were making their way to your thighs.
“Okay, Jungkook, you really need to watch these movies because Meg says that she’s not a damsel in distress!”, you get out, with shrieks and giggles in between.
“Just let me make out with my princess,” he giggles, finally firmly grabbing your waist and pulling you up to his chest, kissing your lips more sweetly and lovingly than any prince in any fairytale you ever watched or read about.
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