in which two souls are binded together with the red string of fate are then forced into a contract to be in a fake relationship where they're not supposed to fall in love but they do so anyways.
enhypen / park jongseong - jay
STARTED 220115
COMPLETE...
i couldn't make it any harder to love me. oh, one day, believe me. you'll want someone that makes it easy.
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the warmth of the dining room wrapped around them like a familiar embrace, the rich scent of home-cooked food lingering in the air. the table was crowded with dishes: steaming bowls of kimchi jjigae, galbi fresh off the grill, crispy golden pajeon with scallions and seafood, and a large platter of japchae. a variety of banchan lined the table with spicy kimchi, crunchy pickled radish, and soy-marinated quail eggs, each dish a piece of home, a reminder of tradition.
kyorin sat between her mom and grandmother, absentmindedly picking at a piece of jeon while kiwoo, sitting across from her, practically bounced in his seat, his cheeks puffed full of rice and pork belly. kijung was busy wrapping a perfect bite of ssam: grilled meat, rice, and ssamjang tucked neatly into a perilla leaf.
the room was filled with the sound of utensils clinking against plates, the low murmur of conversation, and bursts of laughter as their grandmother told an old story about how their father once got chased by a goose when he was a kid. kyorin smiled at the familiarity of it all, but there was an undeniable emptiness where their father should be.
the front door creaked open.
"am i too late for dinner?"
the voice was deep, familiar, and for a second, the entire room fell silent. kiwoo's head shot up, his eyes wide, screaming at nearly the top of his lungs, "dad!"
his chair scraped against the floor as he leapt to his feet, nearly knocking over his bowl as he sprinted toward the doorway.
kijung turned in his seat, blinking in disbelief before letting out a scoff of laughter. "no way."
kyorin felt a breath hitch in her throat as she twisted around to see him. her father, standing in the entryway, slightly disheveled from travel but wearing a small, warm smile. he barely had time to set his suitcase down before kiwoo launched himself at his legs, wrapping his arms around them with all the strength his tiny body could muster.
"you're home!" kiwoo practically shrieked, clinging onto him like a koala.
their father chuckled, ruffling the six year old's hair. "i told you i'd try to make it."
their mom stood, crossing her arms with an exasperated sigh. "you told me you wouldn't be back until sunday."
"i finished early." he shrugged, still grinning. "thought i'd surprise you."
their grandmother beamed, already pulling out an extra set of utensils. "best surprise of the night."
kyorin stayed seated for a moment, taking it all in. the familiar lines of his face, the warm presence he carried, the way he was already acting as if he'd never left. her fingers curled slightly against her lap before she slowly stood, making her way over.
