Some memories are better locked with the key thrown away with no chance of ever being found.
Se-hee admired the efficiency of Ji-ho’s washing up. Such economical use of water, detergent and effort to produce such cleanly washed tableware and utensils. He, on the other hand, though meticulous in his cleaning, could not match her speed or efficiency. Se-hee was utterly impressed. How did she do it? he wondered as he tried to observe her methods. What was her magic algorithm? Continue reading
Yeon-kyung put on the hanbok as Im and the kids waited outside.
At this rate we’re going, I could probably open a hanbok rental company in Seoul… I should probably wear some light pieces of gold or silver more – at least that’d pay for all the clothes and stuff that we always need to get here. Wonder where he gets his money from – bartering acupuncture services, perhaps? she mused.
Her mind turned to Im. Last night, she had woken and seen him checking on the sleeping Kang and tucking Dam in.
He’d be a great father one day… Aish! Why did I think that? she chided herself for her stray thought as she absently tied her hair into a chignon.
“Let’s go!” she announced brightly as she stepped out of the hut, holding out her hands to the children.
Im looked at her and smiled.
Yeon-kyung is so pretty. My Yeong-kyung is so pretty. My wife is so pretty.
He blushed as he followed behind.
Couldn’t find ANY online (ok, there was one, but of some boybander in the show), and have resorted to writing my own. Wanted something smutty, but that is beyond my power at the moment. So here’s something totally fluff. Or whatever. Might be a one-shot, might have chapters. Nothing concrete yet.
Clickbait Wannabe: Everyone thinks they’re dating, but Myung-joo hasn’t even held his hand since the wedding. Does she have to turn to Netflix for company?
The following is riffed off the flashback in Episode 4. Disclaimer: I hold no rights to the characters, plot or anything else associated with Descendants of the Sun.