*𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟡𝟛

-나는 그들의 것, 그들의 내 꺼야-

"a date?"

i honestly wasn't expecting him to ask me out. the only other date i've been on is with wonwoo, and it was so long ago. it also didn't have the most fantastic ending of all time, that was when he told me we were leaving paris and that kai was after me. not great.

i looked up at him, he had the most hopeful look on his face that i would say yes.

"i would love to go," i held onto his hand, squeezing for a moment.

"how about this weekend," his lips cracked into a smile, so much so that he placed his hand over his mouth to hide how happy he was, "sorry," he chuckled.

"i'm acting like a teenager," he looked away.

i was amused at his excitement, so i stood in front of him and forced him to look at me, taking his hand away from his face. "it's cute," i let out a chuckle when i realized the blush on his cheeks.

"how about we watch a movie or something," he finally managed to look at me.

"that would be great."

🌷

all of us gathered around the dining table, flocking towards the delicious food prepared by mingyu and joshua.

"this looks great," seungkwan was the first to sit down. "you've outdone yourselves this time," jun mentioned from the other side of the table, preparing himself to dig in.

as i looked at all the food on the table, my mouth started salivating at just the mere thought of eating. the table was decorated with many dishes, containing: kimchi, rice, various types of banchan, jjigae, and soup.

mingyu and joshua decked everything out. i'm sure there isn't anything left in the fridge.

"this looks amazing," i sat beside joshua and jeonghan.

"you guys have such a talent for making good food," i started digging into the food with little hesitation.

🌷

i sat by the pool with my feet in the water, enjoying its coldness against the heat of the sun.

ever since i found out i was the reincarnation of the goddess of moonlight, i've finally figured out why the night has always enchanted me. i've sometimes been afraid of it, but at times, when everything is still for a moment, it looks beautiful.

sometimes that stillness can be everything, that one moment, where the world doesn't seem like it's turning upside down, it's perfect.

"i learned how to swim in this pool," i turned to myungho. he had just joined me, sitting at the pool. our hands were just out of reach from each other, barely grazing.

"i learned how to walk and talk in this house," the smile on my face showed everything i was feeling; how happy i was to be back here.

"i know," he smiled back, his fingers inching closer to mine.

"let's go to the cafe by the school," "for our date?"

i chuckled for a moment, he wasn't expecting me to bring it up. "i liked that place, so i want to go."

i'm using everything at my disposal to not ask the question i want to. i even know the answer to the question, but i don't want to believe it.

what did they do to stop gong-myung...

i know very well what they did, but i don't truly want to admit it.

they kill.

they've always killed.

"you killed him, didn't you?" i finally asked.

"what?" he looked taken aback for a second, not finding the right words to tell me.

"we did what we had to do keep you safe. there's nothing more to it." he was assertive with his answer, not even allowing me to ask further questions.

"if i had a choice, i wouldn't have killed him. but we had no way of getting him out of there to get the vervain out of him, it was what we had to do," his hand making his way up to my shoulder.

"so it's true," i whispered, looking down at the water slashing around as i moved my legs. i couldn't find the will to look at him.

i knew from the moment i found out what they were, i knew they were killers. but every time i'm reminded of it, it hurts. more and more.

🌷

-july 22nd-

myungho guided me to his car. we had only arrived back in seoul the day before, but i was already in the swing of things. it all came back to me. the way of the culture i grew in, how to speak to them, how to be polite. everything.

"you also have a nice car," i took his hand as we approached it. "we take pride in how we dress and the things we possess," he smiled, opening the door for me to step into.

what she was wearing:

what he was wearing:

the day was blooming beautifully; there was light rain in the morning, but the moment we started getting ready, the rain ceased. the birds were out singing their hearts out, the butterflies dancing in the air together.

summer can be so lively.

july is a very turbulent month. the heat can be overwhelming, sucking the air right out of your lungs. and the rain can come suddenly without warning, taking away any hope of spending time outside.

july never lets you settle.

"myungho," he had finally stepped into the drivers seat. his hand was on the stick and his other on the wheel, looking at me intently at what i had to say.

he was devilishly handsome, captivating. myungho's features are sharp and his skin is as smooth as silk. he changed his hair after we left for london. his hair was an auburn color, but now it is a pretty shade of pink, pastel i think.

"i wanna cut my hair," i mumbled as i looked at his. that wasn't what i intended to say, but it is better from what i was actually going to say.

what was i even going to say?

"you want to cut it after we leave the café?"

"yeah."

🌷

the café was just the way i remember it. the same brick walls, made to look old, the same hanging lights from the ceiling, the same plants and tables. the sense of familiarity was comforting.

that same scent of bitter coffee hung in the air. in all honesty, the coffee wasn't all that good, but i only ever came here for the scenery.

jungkook would take time out of his day to bring me here, just so that i could enjoy the view of the park. watching the children play with their parents, old couples taking their daily walk about the part, the new couples trying new things.

it was all coming back to me now.

i sat in the table by the window, relaxing in my seat. the coldness of the tables here always surprise me, but the sun's rays trickling through the window was enough to keep me warm. warmer than the inside of the café.

"why do you like coming here, the coffee is always terrible," myungho sat down in front of me bringing our drinks with him.

"i like looking at the people in the park. making up stories about them is interesting and a good way of distracting yourself," i took the drink from his hand and brought it in front of me.

"making up stories?" he looked out the window with me, but he wasn't getting what i was placing down.

"look, you see that girl over there?" i pointed at a girl far in the distance. she was eating a pastry, there was a book in her other hand and a paper bag at her feet. she was clumsy as she ate but she looked neat and clean.

"i imagine her getting home to her two- no three, cats." i chuckled, "i imagine she works hard to pay for what she wants, but she also has to take into account the money she needs to keep her mother afloat," i went on to say.

"and you see that man over there, with the little girl?" he was playing with the little girl, watching her every move so that she doesn't tumble and fall. he was worn out from and early morning, but the little girl couldn't be having a better time.

"that is a father, taking his day off to spend time with his daughter. he works tirelessly to support her and his mother. his wife passed away when the kid was a baby, so it's a difficult life he leads."

i went on and on about the people at the park, a bright smile on my face. this was always a fun pass time for me. it was easy to get sucked up into it and be distracted from the problems of your own life.

myungho couldn't do anything besides look at me. he had the entire galaxy in his eyes as he watched me rant about people whose lives i'll never know.

and when i finally took in a breath, he took me hand, "let me take a try at it, hm?" he raised his eyebrow at me.

"i think that old couple," he pointed. they were elderly people, walking hand in hand with each other at a slow pace, not looking at anything in specific, but at everything all at once, every once in a while saying something to the other.

"they have lived a great love story. the man's family didn't accept his beloved, so he risked it all for her. he was casted out by his own family to be with her. but he couldn't imagine a life without her, so he thinks it was completely worth it."

the entire time he spoke, he was looking at the couple take their small steps. never looking anywhere else, and never letting go of my hand. he squeezed it every once in a while, a way of showing affection.

"i love you," i smiled as i looked at him, the words leaving my lips without even thinking about it.

jungkook never understood why i loved doing this so much. but he respected it. but seeing myungho take a go at it made me realized that he understood.

the want to escape ones own life, to take a dive into someone else's. just to walk in someone else's shoes for a day would be a great relief to feel. to not feel the burden's of your own life.

"i love you too," he leaned into my face and pecked my lips for only a moment, but that moment was enough.

🌷

"is there truly no more danger towards us?" i took his hand as we exited the café, leaving behind the bitter coffee.

"every other person we have worked with never had anything against us, gong-myung was the only one. we're okay." he gave my hand another small squeeze.

the walk towards the salon was quick, a mere five minute walk.

"have you decided what you want?" we stood in front of the salon. the people inside bustling with movement. i watched as a woman walked from one side of the room to the other, only to bring a brush, much like the others in the table beside her.

"short and pink."

"pink?" he raised his eyebrows at me and side-eyed me. a typical myungho reaction.

"pastel pink like you," i smiled sweetly at him. "i'm tired of having dark hair, i want something new and light. plus my hair is becoming too long to maintain," i held a chunk of hair out, brushing my fingers through it.

"soonyoung's going to say it's too much of a drastic change," he chuckled, "but i support it." he patted my head.

"plus, i'm an adult now and he has to respect my decisions," i added to his mention of an overbearing person.

the moment we walked in, a young girl walked towards. she was around my age, she had long dark hair and long lanky legs. she was incredibly slim, too slim.

wait.

"eungjung?" i muttered.

i watched her shrink in her place as she took a look at me.

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