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@✿ p. chaeyoung Seungcheol's chuckle lingered in the air, his shoulders lifting in a subtle shrug. "You know, I don't cross paths with you often enough to claim an intimate knowledge of your romantic escapades, but our occasional encounters have been sufficient to pique my curiosity. Whether your assumptions are right or wrong, well, that's open to interpretation." Settling back into his seat, he cast a casual glance at his watch, tapping his wrist as if to check how much time he had left with her.

"I assume that the courtroom is your entire universe, wouldn't you agree?" There was a playful glint in his eye, a hint of mischief dancing in his gaze. "That is incorrect Ms. Park, we as individuals know love and war are not fair in the world we live in." As he contemplated their past conversations and the eclectic mix of individuals in the room, he couldn't help but acknowledge the realities of their world—a world where neither war nor love played by the rules. "Consider yourself fortunate, in our line of work, three months is practically an eternity."

"Now, about that unanswered question of mine," he continued, his tone teasing yet sincere, "It would only be fair that you answer first before I answer yours"

@✿ c. seungcheol "Perhaps I haven't," Chaeyoung answers with a shrug, although she raises an eyebrow his way inquisitively. "Then again, is there a reason you're so curious about my love life? Careful, Mr. Choi. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were in love with me." She teased with a sly glint in her eye.

But maybe he was, for his gaze on her bare legs did not go unnoticed. His interest in her, even if superficial, was evident and she appreciated his transparency about his intentions compared to empty promises she'd heard from men time and time again. His playful and somewhat audacious approach was always something she found rather amusing whenever they met, even if their exchanges did tread on the edge of being flirtatious more often than not.

His retort has her tilting her head slightly, amusement dancing in her eyes as she held back a chuckle. "One could argue that only applies in the courtroom," she mused in a playful tone. "In the real world, all is fair in love and war, is it not?" As he leaned forward, she met his gaze without flinching, her own eyes locked onto his as she maintained her confident and composed demeanor. "A three-month plan is quite ambitious. Should I should consider myself lucky that you've set such a clear timeline?"

She paused for a moment to sip her martini before she asks, "But what's next in this plan of yours? More participation ribbons? Or do you have something more substantial in mind?"

@✿ p. chaeyoung His eyes followed her trailed glance to the women he briefly looked at earlier. Not hiding the fact the corner of his lips twitched into a selfish grin. He carefully listened to her comments, nodding along to show his attention to her words, and partially agreeing that it was an unfair world for women to feel not secure in relationships in the world they live in. "It is a partnership -" thinking carefully of how to explain himself to the female he somewhat calls an acquaintance but in this world of acquaintances, possibly even closer than that. "I would hope a strong-willed woman like you wouldn't settle anything less, perhaps that is why you're still on the market? You haven't met your match yet?" His brows arching in curiosity.

"Say the word, Prosecutor Park, I'll have my knee bent." His arms crossed against his chest with a cheeky smile, knowing all that well there would be men in the very room that would take her up on that offer and have the papers ready the next hour. Eyes briefly targeting her crossed leg in her gala dress, and letting out a throat-clearing cough. "I like a challenge, perhaps I'll put it on my 3-month plan, and then we will revisit my proposal?" Leaning forward, his eyes sunk into hers with his lips pressed in a straight line, trying to figure out what her thoughts were about him, and if he had already been categorized in the same pile as many before. "You can't answer with another question Chaeyoung, thought you out of all people would know that." His eyes slowly curving into moon crescents.

@✿ c. seungcheol "Oh, there are definitely other players in this game," she remarks, eyes glancing over to the woman he'd made eye contact with earlier. Her eyes flicker over to meet his, "Do you really think women would find that reassuring when they could be one of the players you switch out at any given moment?" She knows she's picking his brain apart with her comments, but she's unable to help it. She enjoys hearing other people's thoughts, following them through the process of explanation that gears their mindsets and perspectives to certain things. His analogies are thought-provoking, making her listen intently as she follows his gaze, lips curling into a frown in disgust from the examples. "You explained yourself well enough," she agrees with a hum, pausing a bit before she asks, "that whole spiel about having a place in your world... would that not be considered partnership? I wouldn't settle for anything less. Would you?"

His following question makes her smile, dulcet chuckles leaving her lips as she crosses one leg over the other to mimic him. "Was that a proposal, Mr. Choi?" It's said in jest, for Chaeyoung's actually not sure if his flirtation is meant to be taken seriously. They barely knew each other aside from the few minutes they spent conversing while in passing at different events. Surely he wasn't one to fall head over heels and ask for her hand like countless other men in their circles. "That's so specific. Pray tell, are you trying to become it?"

@✿ p. chaeyoung "It's only winning if there are other players in the game." his eyes shifted to the crowd of elites and he thought for a moment. "But I can assure you I can eliminate those players if necessary." with a low chuckle since he knew it could either be a nice comment or a serious one in his realm. "Yes, her own place. You see, when you win a trophy there are a few options of what to do with it. You could either-" Dejun looked around and found an infamous politician that was well onto his 3rd wife, and gestured towards him "-swap out your trophies depending on the season, and wear it proudly until it's not in season or-" he then gestured to another person who was chatting with a crowd of females that was known to have left his wife at home. "- leave the trophy at home and seek more shiny ones, or the unpopular crowd favourite, where the person's life revolves around the trophy and vice versa. Some may call it partnership in corporate terms." Dejun shook his head with a soft chuckle, because who was he to explain what partnership was based on his track record? "I hope I explained myself, Ms. Park."
Dejun watched her nose scrunch and thought to himself how cute of a small action it was before she cheekily replied.
"Think? Oh mam, I know. I always keep track, time is money hun." he retorted back with a smile.
"So, is that a no of how I envision having a pretty lady like you around for the rest of my life?" A brief image of that thought crossed his mind until he was hit with a rude awakening of both of their occupations possibly, being an issue. He blinked away the thoughts and quickly downed the rest of his drink in response, before leaning into his seat and crossing his legs to show he had time to spare. "Alright, Ms. Park, enough about how men are sleezebags, what would be your ideal partner then? Since I've already gotten more than your allotted time, I want details. Physical Traits, Personality, hell might as well throw in their MBTI as well."

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@✿ x. dejun "Depends. Isn't a trophy something you *want* to win?" Her response is immediate and she thinks it's a good one, and as a good sport, he should have no other choice but to agree. The thought itself has her lips curling upwards into a lopsided smirk, clearly impressed with her own wittiness. She mouths a thank you to him as he slides the napkins her way, already grabbing one to use as she takes her first sip of the martini. "Her own place in your world, eh?" Chaeyoung repeats, one eyebrow quirked upwards in intrigue, "and what exactly does that mean?" Despite not currently having any intentions to sleep with the man across from her, she's amused by his choice of words; after all, what person would refuse to hear something that could inflate their ego? "Touché," she replies at his last remark about her parents, scrunching her nose before she takes another sip from her martini. Dejun brings up a valid point, though. "It's endearing that you think I grant you five minutes of conversation every time we run into one another. Cute how you're keeping track, babes." She meets his eyes this time, lips pursing together as she answers truthfully, "But jokes aside, why not? It's either I talk to you or another one of the bachelors in this auction. And between me and you, I'd rather continue talking to someone who I know can carry a conversation rather than taking a chance on another rich snob who's about to tell me how exactly he envisions having me as pretty arm candy for the rest of his life."

@✿ p. chaeyoung Watching the woman's nose scrunch amused him as he knew how she felt, but in this society, it was fair game. "Oh, Ms. Park, do you think those women would call me a trophy? Let's not hate the player now. Hate the game." a low chuckle escaped his lips before it was replaced with the tartness of his drink. As he pondered about her teasing request, he looked down at the ground before glancing at her choice of footwear. Those must be rather uncomfortable, he thought, before nodding to a booth near the bar. Grabbing a few napkins he made his way over and waited till she settled herself before he sat across from her. Sliding the napkins across the table he motioned for her to help herself since that espresso martini could be a tad bit frothy. "If the nation's beloved prosecutor were to fall into my bed," he began as he leaned back into his seat aimlessly gazing at the background guests roaming the museum. "She would definitely not be a ribbon in a pile. She is well deserving of her own place in my world." His eyes flickered to look at her with a boyish grin before nodding at her last sentence. "I indeed do find a hard time finding the trophy type, but I am in no rush, nor do I have parents who are pressuring me." His head nodded towards her, pointing out that he was fortunately not in her shoes. "You know Prosecutor Park, you've been chatting with me past the usual 5 minutes I am allotted with you. What is the occasion that I get to be graced by your presence this time?" Leaning against the table he raised his brow in curiosity and scanned her delicate features trying to read her. He always got a vibe of someone who's there but not, who has many tabs in her brain opened and it honestly did amuse him yet his narcissistic self wished she paid him even a small percentage of mind.

@✿ x. dejun Chaeyoung turns around to follow his line of sight, her eyes landing on some random woman at the other side of the gallery. She's pretty, and by the look in her eyes, the prosecutor's sure the woman's fallen into Dejun's bed before (although if she had her way, it might've been more). The way he equates his intimate nights with women to almost nothing more than an achievement completed in his list of tasks rubs her the wrong way, evident in the way she scrunches her nose at him. "She's a sight for sore eyes. Everyone in this museum right now holds some prestige in society, so it's interesting to see you belittle them into participation medals after just a night together. Just my take." With that, she finishes off the alcohol in her hand, not responding to the suggestive comment he made about spending the night with her just yet. "An espresso martini, thank you," she finishes off his sentence by flashing a brief smile at the bartender. "And if the nation's beloved prosecutor were to fall into your bed, would she be just another ribbon in your pile?" The question she asks is a rhetorical one, not really expecting any better from him given how the men at these functions act behind closed doors. Their new drinks are slid across the table to them and she thanks the bartender before she comments, "With your standards, you'll have a hard time finding the trophy type you've been seeking."

@✿ l. jeno Who else baby? Your top 3 hmph. lets out a small huff through my nose, hand coming up to rub my forehead you thumped. We have similar taste in food too! I also feel the same way. Pineapples on pizza are yummy, the sweet tangy flavor with mozzarella and cheese is good. Though..I can't eat olives. That's one of the things I can't eat. At all. helps you out by holding onto the food so you can manage with both hands, sliding inside first to sit and giving your lips a quick stolen kiss in passing. Thank you baby

@✿ p. sooyoung Wait baby are you for real? With who? I have a lot of omegas you know. smiles at you leaning my head on the side to bump with yourholds our food in my hands and fishes out the key to the car unlocking it for you. Well on cold days I prefer soup or noodles then on hot days ice cream and anything cold, baby. If you ask me if pineapple goes on pizza I mean its fine with me. stops in front of the car opening the door for you carefully.

@✿ l. jeno Well I got a little jealous the other day but not to the point where it settles yknow? since we were at the stall and waiting I hug your side with both arms, head tilted back looking up to you with my lips pursed. Let's go eat in the car if you don't mind it stinking up. pulls away reluctantly because I just gotten comfortable but heads back to where your car was parked not too far away. Then tell them all slowly? Depending on the day and weather.

@✿ p. sooyoung Your baby boy. stops at a rice cake stand, ordering some for the two of us and some fish cakes too, frowns at your words raising a brow at you. You get a tiny bit jealous with my omegas? shakes my head with a smile. Do you see how much they don’t want me like that baby? chuckles a little taking our orders from the lady. So do you want to eat this in the car or stand here baby? Asks you with a smile before tilting my head to a side thinking. Well there is a lot depending on the day and weather probably.

@✿ l. jeno You're the sweetest baby boy ever. my head tilting as you spoke further more on the situation, smiling from time to time meeting your dark brown orbs. Hmph I know you do but..I get jealous too, just a tiny bit, it comes from ptsd. I won't inflict my trauma on you, it's my own demons to deal with. presses my lips together sticking close to your side, happy to have your arm around my waist as we walked to find the nearest rice cake stand up stall. What's your favorite food baby?

@✿ p. sooyoung couldn’t help but smile widely at your words nodding my head before following you out. No baby, it’s really okay whatever you have with your wifezillas, it makes me happy to see you being you with everyone. Plus I rarely get jealous as long as they are not men. smiles placing an arm around your waist to keep you close to me. You know I only call my bros my omegas for fun right? leads you out of the museum finding a place we can have some spicy rice cake.

@✿ l. jeno Then that's the answer baby, you're so adorable. I like you too. A lot more than you know. holds your hand to continue venturing about the rest of the museum, making it back to the entrance where we came from to exit. But if it makes you unhappy I'll tune it down okay? I love my wives but you are important to me too now. I want us both happy

@✿ p. sooyoung How to compare when my most favorite is you. pecks your lips one more time before pulling away, laughing out loud at your words. To be honest.. not even a bit. But I like your dynamics with them and no I can be jealous but I won’t stop them or you with whatever you guys have. As long as you are happy baby.

@✿ l. jeno How much? More than your most favorite thing in the world? the kiss you place to my nose was light and ticklish, scrunching it in a small wriggle then pulls away from hugging you. Are you intimidated by my wives baby? I'll protect your other head but can't say for your head up top, might get a few bonks-

@✿ p. sooyoung smiles fixing a strand of hair behind your ear, pulling you closer to me gently. Well I like you too. A lot. pecks the tip of your nose as I clear my throat feeling the stares of people. Should we get some food for your tummy baby? Can’t let you get hungry or your wives would chop my other head off.

@✿ l. jeno lifts my head up so that I could nuzzle the tip of my nose right over yours, head also shaking in response to you. No baby, I like it. I like romantic you, making me all warm and fuzzy inside~ we haven't had a chance to share moments like this together.

@✿ p. sooyoung pulls away from the kiss pecking your lips a few more not wanting to pull away, letting my forehead rest against yours as I cup your cheek gently caressing your soft cheek. You don’t like romantic me baby? I only like to be romantic with you.

@✿ l. jeno He's a romantic or whatever. laughs softly over the attempt of your teasing to my words, bridge of nose crinkled in protest. Now you are being a tease..mumbles the words just moments before our lips are met in a light kiss, fitting my plush pair to yours with a few light pecks for lingering effects.

@✿ p. sooyoung smiles down at you nodding my head. Of course. I will take you on a lot of unexpected dates that would be fun, baby. chuckles at your words mischievously turning my head side to side. Maybe.. teasing you a bit before holding on your chin, leaning down to capture your lips with mine kissing you gently.

@✿ l. jeno Yes we'll have plenty more dates to go eat and explore. nuzzles myself flushed to your chest, nodding after your words. In a good way, I hope. Be more whipped for me and I'll do the same. smiles looking up to you with my lips pursing out, bringing a finger to point to them. Kisses here too please?

@✿ p. sooyoung wraps my arm on your back hugging you close to me humming at your words. Since I dragged you here already we can go have what you want to eat then go out again for fancy dinner next time. plants a kiss on your forehead as I pull you closer to me. I am getting distracted with you. Is this what whipped culture looks like?

@✿ l. jeno I didn't do anything. bats my lashes to feign a look of innocence towards you, turning to slip my arms around your lower waist hugging you instead. Yes I'm sure, we don't have to go eat something fancy today unless that's something you have planned.

@✿ p. sooyoung I try my best please. You know how hard it is when I am with you. nods my head at your suggestion leading you to a new piece of artwork again. We should but are you sure that’s all you want baby? We can dine in a restaurant too if you are hungry for a full course meal. combs my fingers through your hair.

@✿ l. jeno You are behaving really well today even though I've been teasing you hehe. nods satisfied with our photos, giving your hand a small squeeze. Speaking of, I am getting a little hungry..mm how about some spicy rice cake? Find a stall in the streets. After we finish going through the museum first. gives our hands a soft swing walking around the rest of the area, switching from holding hands to hugging your arm.

@✿ p. sooyoung well.. I should behave then. smiles at the camera with you while my other hand takes pictures of us. There. I say before showing you the photos. We look good together baby. I win in life I guess. pecks your temple taking your hand in mine again. Tell me if you are feeling hungry okay?

@✿ l. jeno Shhh tell me later. chuckles having some kind of inkling of what you were referring to between the lines, still my arms stayed around you for the selfies; only pressing my cheek so that it smushed against yours. Mkay selfieeee~ says that at the same time smiling for the camera